Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 627

Patrick was hot-headed and immediately rushed forward to seize the key from her hand. He stared at her with flames burning behind his eyes and asked, "Where did you find it?" Amelia simply answered, "By the stairs."

Patrick narrowed his eyes slightly. "Why didn't I notice it when I came down?"

Amelia said, "Maybe it's because men don't seem to be as attentive as women when searching for something."

Patrick did not question the logic of her words. In other words, he was too lazy to be bothered about any other things once he got his key back.

He looked up at Amelia, the look in his eyes were warmer now, a jumble of both happiness and faint gratitude. He said to her, "Thank you."

Amelia's heart pounded in her chest. For her whole life, this was the first time Patrick had thanked her!

Blinking her eyes in a daze, she then suppressed any hint of her surprise and said calmly, "You're welcome. Since you've found the key, you should go and eat now, shouldn't you?" "Let's go together." Patrick heaved a sigh of relief.

"Okay." Amelia nodded. She peered at Patrick's clenched fist around the key with fear still lingering in her eyes.

What on earth was this? How come Patrick care so much about it?

Sensing the crease between her brows, Patrick quietly put the key back into his pocket as if he wanted to keep it away from her sight.

Oh, so secretive?

Amelia pouted and tried her best to hold back her impulse from forcing Patrick to spit out about what was going on.

Patrick returned to their

bedroom to a secondary bedroom, for she needed

doubt the best option

reached into

box in

was the key to the house he specially bought for Sissi. If he lost it, he would have to inform the management and have the key remade, then he would not be able to surprise her in time. The next day, at

restaurant sat Patrick

Sissi held her cheek in one hand and stared

close to him as she was at this moment, truth to be told,

ordered around six or seven dishes in one breath, suddenly raised his head to look at her, only to

asked in a deep voice, "What are you daydreaming

what did you

you want to eat, other than the dishes I just

no shift in the expression on his face. "Forget it. You couldn't have heard what

look at the menu." With a gentle smile, Sissi cast a heedful

her face

Gras, Lobster Thermidor, Cold-Poached Salmon with Sorrel Sauce, Coq au Vin..." "Wait, hold on," interrupted Sissi softly but firmly. Under the

face and replied lightly, "You should eat more to have the strength

subtle care sounded as sweet

a structure of a Z', with a barrier in the centre to reduce the

seated at the head of the 'Z', Amelia and her client were at the other end

of the barrier between them, they had no idea