Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 374

The shopkeeper looked at Amelia with a smile. Her sweet smile was contagious.

Just as Amelia was about to say goodbye to him, her cell phone suddenly rang in her pocket. She glanced at the shopkeeper and said, "Sorry, would you take the cake for me, please? I need to answer the phone."

"No problem." The shopkeeper agreed.

After freeing her hands, Amelia hurried to take out her mobile phone. When she saw Cynthia's name, her eyes jumped. She rejected it by instinct.

After thinking for a while, she put it through. "Hey, it's me. What's up?"

Out of Amelia's expectation, this time Cynthia didn't address her by her title in a hypocritical way she had. Instead, Cynthia called her name directly, "Amelia, Patrick is now at a hotel. He wants to see you. Come and pick him up."

Amelia almost blacked out. She asked blankly, "Cynthia, I don't understand what you mean..."

"You don't understand? You'll understand when you come! I've already told you the address just now. If you don't come, I promise you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" With that, Cynthia hung up the phone. Noting Amelia's pale face, the shopkeeper holding the cake couldn't help asking, "Miss Ramsay, are you okay?"

Hearing his voice, Amelia looked at the cake in his hand. This was a birthday gift carefully prepared for Patrick, and now it was such a joke. She took it over slowly and left the cake shop. There was a trash bucket near the cake shop. When Amelia passed by, she threw the cake into it without hesitation.

She got back to the car, unable to forget Cynthia's words. Amelia fretfully hit the steering wheel a few times. She didn't want to pay attention to that godd*mn man and woman who had gotten a room at the hotel, but could she really ignore them?

No! Even if she knew it would be a disaster, as long as Patrick was there, she would have to go even though she was heartbroken!

At the five-star hotel.

"Mrs. Hopper..." Patrick was almost unconscious. His body was feverish, but he wrapped himself up tightly with a quilt, minimizing the possibility of having physical contact with Cynthia.

she had tried to approach him to stop the bleeding, only

bed and looked at him with tears welling in pain. "If you don't love her, why do you,

The bell rang!

sound from the door, Cynthia wiped tears off her face and returned to her poker face as she

face, looking at each

if she had been mentally prepared. Uninterested in explaining, Cynthia just said,

Cynthia's expression went stiff.

Amelia's forbearance alone, Cynthia would never be

end of the bed, Amelia coldly

There was no response.

exposed outside

face was unusually red. Frowning, she

know!" Cynthia was in a bad mood and didn't

had drunk too much. If so, did he sleep with Cynthia? "Mrs.

instead of "Cynthia" or something hateful. She raised her eyebrows and said to Cynthia, "Thank you for sending this drunk man to

with him in the same room so

of all this, I called you to come

flatly, "Cynthia, I know what kind of man he is. If he really likes you, he would have

it was a family issue that she would deal with without making it public. Why should she

wife's absolute trust in her husband. Coupled with Patrick's reaction after he had been drugged, Cynthia was utterly defeated by this couple who

his schoolmate from the very beginning. He doesn't have