Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 435

Although sometimes Patrick was jealous of Amelia and Milton's relationship, he couldn't get the same. Amelia and Milton had been friends for more than 20 years. It seemed that except that they were impossible to get married and have children, they would do everything for each other naturally.

As Amelia's husband, no matter how much Patrick tried to stop that, it was all futile. In the end, it would only make him look petty.

Realizing what Amelia had said, Milton was touched and put on the slippers she had prepared him. "Amelia, you are really thoughtful."

"It's not that I'm too thoughtful. It's that you're too careless."

Clapping her hands, Amelia rose from the ground and noticed that there were only a pair of Milton's shoes at the door. She couldn't help asking, "Where is Sierra?"

"She went to the supermarket," Milton said.

Amelia nodded and turned to Patrick. "Mr. Hopper, don't stand at the door. Come in and have a seat."

Her words brought Patrick a delusion that Amelia was the hostess here. He had that feeling because from the moment she went into the house, she looked so familiar with this place, as if she had grown up here.

Patrick was right about that.

When Amelia was little, her mother had committed suicide. Milton's father had also died of illness when Milton was young. Given that Sierra had been a friend of Amelia's mother and she had been sorry about the fact that the two kids hadn't even had a friend to play with on weekends, she had often left Amelia in the Look's house. In the evening, Sierra even had had the two kids sleep together.

Amelia grew rather familiar with this house? It had almost become the second family

were made before she had

few questions, such as whether he had had breakfast or medicine or if he was cold. Milton answered her questions one by one patiently.

intimate, but Patrick just couldn't get rid of

I heard that you've made your relationship public?" Milton turned

morning and the kiss before he left, Amelia flushed and said a

got drunk last night. If

a blow. He had to admit that Patrick did seem to be serious about their relationship and that Amelia had fallen

had been haunting Patrick lessened a lot. It should be

was when the doorbell

get to the door when she was pulled back to her seat by Patrick. He said in a low and cold voice, "Sit down. This is Director Cook's home, not our's. Be a guest." Amelia paused for a while. "But Milton is ill..." "It doesn't matter. I'll do it." Milton took a meaningful look at Patrick before rising and heading to the door in the slippers Amelia had prepared for him. He turned

Maryanne standing outside the door. She had her hands in her pocket and her neck wrapped in a soft scarf. Stamping her feet, she said coldly to Milton, "I left my wallet here. My certificate is in it. My car was

"Wait here...."

When

Maryanne. He wasn't Patrick, who would forget everything he had done when

sitting by his bed, holding a towel and a cup of water in each hand. Seeing him awake, she tried to bring him water but

water from the cup onto his face