Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 992

And after seeing the content of the text, Patrick finally understood why Amelia was in such a hurry to avoid him after they came back. It turned out that she was not hiding from him but she was running away from the embarrassment that would be happening.

Patrick felt embarrassed at the same time. The intention to kill was growing inside him!

He immediately dialed Florence's number, and the call was soon connected.

Florence's pleasant greeting came from the opposite side. "Patrick, are you here to share your reading experience with me?

So how was it? Isn't it nice? Don't you think their art is so exotic and creative? Did it provide you with some insights?"

Patrick was almost choked as Florence was bombarding him with words, "Florence Hopper!" Patrick shouted.

"Yes, I'm here!" Florence answered at once.

"You know, sooner or later, you would push me into my own grave."

As he said this, Patrick's expression looked as if he was about to burst into flames.

However, Florence was on the phone so she could not see Patrick's expression.

She even rubbed some salt on his wound, "Hey, how can I push you into your grave. If I really wanted to frame you, all I need is to ask Amelia to ignore you.

I can guarantee that as long as Amelia is ignoring you, being alive would be worse than being dead for you!"

Patrick was so angry that he ran out of words.

On the other side of the phone, Florence continued to ask excitedly, "Patrick, since we parted at Owen's house, I've given you so many ideas. Have you reconciled with Amelia yet?" Patrick subconsciously looked at Amelia's room on the second floor and said grumpily, "We've already made up, but now... I don't know!"

"How can you not know?"

I just don't

day. You're too slow if you didn't know whether Amelia has made up with you or not!" Patrick remained silent. If it were not for this text message, things would have been resolved for them, but all

awkwardness at this moment.

possible. He immediately ended the conversation with Florence, "I'll stop talking to you.

By the way, Patrick, I have a lot of novels with me. If you want, I

it any longer. "Florence, I don't need your help anymore! Save your novels and read them yourself! Also! From this moment on, never tell the name of the novel in your text or when

in your business. I am kind enough to provide you with help and you turn me down. Dang it, you really deserve to spend the

tone became unfriendly. "What did

hurriedly said, "Well, didn't you said you have something else to do? Well, that's

call, Patrick adjusted his expression and walked towards the

Moments later...

the bedroom, he raised his hand and knocked on the door while saying, "Amelia, open the door. I have something to tell you." After a while, the door was slowly opened. Amelia's delicate and pretty face was shown and her voice was

this moment, he only wanted to push her against

by Patrick. All she did was changing into her pajamas, which was not even exposed, wasn't it! Even so, the soft texture of the

see her messy hair, which made her face look smaller and cuter. It softened her facial features as

nose in her neck to smell the faint fragrance of her

his covetous expression, Amelia could not help reminding him, "Didn't you have something to tell

of his reverie. "Did you see the text message sent to

Amelia nodded helplessly.

text message

when she was in the car. Was

me to explain. I didn't read the book that

could not believe her ears no

she could not point at him

not help but emphasize his tone. "I'm telling the

fine, fine. Whatever

was comforting a three