Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 982

No one knew Patrick's weaknesses better than Amelia.

This man categorized her as his property, whether good or bad, Patrick has to be in control of it.

When Patrick received the unexpected answer about the Eastern District project, he immediately felt that something was out of his control, and Amelia was the "thing"!

"Patrick, to tell you the truth, I didn't steal or rob. I legally applied through the official channels in the government office, and I didn't bribe anyone with money or with my body. So, you can put your bad thoughts back into your stomach."

Patrick could not help but be annoyed at Amelia's bluntness. He argued, "Can you stop being messing around? Speak nicely!"

He was really concerned about her, but the words uttered by her eloquent mouth only made Patrick want to choke her to death! "Yes! I'm a woman! And it's a woman's right to be able to mess around, isn't it? Patrick, it seems that you don't know me after all?"

As she said that, Amelia leaned towards the side to open the door but realized that it was still locked. She could not help but turn to Patrick and said, "Open the door. Do you still want me to stay in your car and affect your mood?"

Amelia, who successfully got out of the car, slammed the door behind her and was about to leave.

All of a sudden, Patrick's strained voice sounded from the window as it rolled down, "Wait!"

"What?" Amelia's heart tightened considerably.

When she turned towards him, she noticed that a bag of things was thrown out of the window by Patrick.

Amelia reached out and caught it reflexively.

She looked down and realized that what Patrick threw out was the eye medicine the physician had prescribed to her. Amelia forgot to take it down with her because she was so anxious of getting down from the

car.

Just as she caught the bag of medicine, she heard the sound of an engine starting. Amelia looked up and saw that Patrick had already turned his steering wheel and made a turn to leave.

piss him off as she wished, deep down in Amelia's heart, there was a kind of

hang out with him on purpose. It was

in this way so that he would

would also be unable to keep Sawyer's involvement a secret. Although she did not know

suddenly heard

the belt of her bathrobe, slipped into her shoes

the door handle, Amelia saw a tall man clad in a suit standing by the door

asked as

wine. My stomach feels a little sore now. Would you be willing to prepare a bowl of porridge for me?" "Sure," Amelia could not help

shaking slightly. Startled, Amelia reached out

man drink? He could

shoulders. He could not help but push her hand away and muttered, "I don't need your help, I can walk on my own." Amelia glared at him. "Don't

in any accident, some people might accuse me of pushing you down the

clutched onto his

his eyes. "Some people? You're referring to mom, aren't

rolled her eyes, "I didn't

accusing me!"

place. Yet

that her eyes were

averted her gaze and muttered incoherently, "You make it sound like your eyes are so beautiful, but they

downstairs, Amelia breathlessly placed Patrick

on the pristine table. Amelia could not help but

fingers flexibly untangled the knot and took out two containers. Casually, Patrick explained, "I saw someone setting up a stall

understand and asked, "You already have porridge, then why did you

test if you would agree to my

of satisfaction in Patrick's eyes when