Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 631

Amelia returned his stare. She was reminded that she needed to talk about something with him, and so she said, "Order with the waitress then."

"I want you to order for me." Patrick said shamelessly.

Amelia pursed her lips and ignored him.

"Miss, here is you Sago."

The waitress in maid costume returned with her order of papaya and coconut milk sago in no time. She did not forget to sneak a greedy look at Patrick again.

Noticing what she was doing, Amelia said politely but firmly, "Thank you, you can go back to your work now."

Patrick's captivating eyes fixated on Amelia, as if he could not focus on anyone else whenever she was in his vicinity.

He was waiting for Amelia to order for him.

Unfortunately, Amelia only barely conformed to his expectation by picking up the spoon to have a taste of the sago.

"What a heartless woman!" thought Patrick, his

blood almost boiling.

And before Amelia could get a good scoop of the sago, an enormous palm blocked her from sinking her spoon into the bowl.

Patrick then muttered aggressively by her ear, "You haven't ordered me anything yet."

"I don't know what you like to drink," replied Amelia, reaching out to move the bowl away from under his hand.

We've been living under the same roof for so long." As if it was a game, Patrick placed his

a good while. Watching the sago as it slowly melted away into a puddle of liquid, Amelia could

about my daily life at all. You don't even

you sure you

refuted, "Isn't it almost a given

can't blame me for what I say next," thought Amelia. She then spilt, "Well, let me ask you then, what's the use of the key that you spent such a long time

long pause, he replied unnaturally,

daily life." Amelia

question had rendered

you keeping quiet when I'm caring about you now? Is it because you want me to

end up being stumped by

out of his

it's also made of gold. When one of my friends brought it back from abroad, I found it

Amelia brushed through her hair, which was slightly unruly. She said, looking convinced, "So, have you

did," Patrick answered, in case Amelia wanted to

the key is made of gold, your friend

as the key's owner with his tone.

interest, "Then, is it possible that even your friend's house is made of gold? Wow! His mistress must be

heart ached. He did not deny the 'golden house'...which meant that the key was very likely to be a

a house

Thump! Thump! Thump!

was pounding so rapidly that she was about

way, didn't you say you have an appointment with an investor here? Where is he?" Amelia replied serenely, "Didn't I tell you that he

half an hour, and you're done talking with

smiled and said, "Right, he's

again, "From which company