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.

the idea of sleeping with Patrick, but she couldn't bear to see his hands bleeding. Many times, she had tried to approach him to stop the

in pain. "If you don't love her, why

The bell rang!

off her face and returned to

at each other. It was a

remained her usual noble and cold manner as if she had been mentally prepared. Uninterested in explaining, Cynthia just said, "He is inside, in my bed." "Oh." Amelia was not as shrewish as Cynthia had imagined.

Cynthia's expression went stiff.

alone, Cynthia would never be as good

the bed, Amelia coldly said

There was no response.

shook Patrick's shoulders exposed outside

him and found that his face was unusually red. Frowning, she asked as she had her back to Cynthia, "What's wrong

a bad mood and didn't want

was like that because he had drunk too much. If so,

something hateful. She raised her eyebrows and said to Cynthia, "Thank you for sending this drunk man to the hotel and calling me. I'll take care

with him in the same

this, I called you to come here. Aren't you

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

was a lie to say that Amelia was not skeptical at all. But it was a family issue that she would deal with without making it public. Why should she let

was proof of a wife's absolute trust in her husband. Coupled with Patrick's reaction after he had been drugged, Cynthia

in her heart for so long. "Amelia, you are right. Patrick has been treating me just as his schoolmate from the very beginning. He doesn't have a desire for me. Tonight, he even hurt his hands for you. If I were you, I would never