Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

At twelve o'clock at noon.

Owen arrived at Patrick and Amelia's room on time.

He was worried that Patrick would be mad at him if he was late and kept Amelia waiting.

However, it was also inappropriate for him to go to their place too early as well, as Patrick might criticize him by asking, "Can't you wait for a while?"

Either way, Owen was stuck in a difficult position as Patrick was an overbearing partner. It would be best if Owen never showed up so that he could Patrick and Amelia alone!

Amelia, who was setting up the tableware, turned around when she heard the commotion at the door. "Owen, you're just in time. Lunch is ready. Come on in!"

Owen noticed that Amelia had put on an apron when she turned around. So, he asked, "Amelia, why are you wearing that?"

Amelia followed his line of sight and looked down at the apron. "I was free, so I went to the kitchen and prepared the meal. I borrowed an apron from the chef because I didn't want to dirty my clothes. I just finished the preparation and forgot to take off the apron. Don't laugh at me," explained Amelia.

Owen smiled. "Amelia, you see right through me! You know I miss home-cooked dishes, so you've prepared all of this for me. I'm so touched."

"I'm glad that you like it, Owen." Amelia's smile broadened when she received a compliment from Owen.

Patrick, who had been silent all the time, chimed in, "Since everyone's here, let's eat."

Then, he came to behind Amelia and tried to untie the string of her apron.

Amelia felt embarrassed when she saw Owen's meaningful smirk. Then, Patrick whispered into her ear, "Who shares the same bed with you every night? It's me! What is there to be shy about?"

Amelia scolded back, "Shameless!"

Owen glanced at Patrick when he heard Amelia and deliberately asked, "Amelia, who are you referring to?"

"You!" But, it was Patrick who responded to Owen's question.

"Hey. I'm talking to Amelia. What does that have to do with you?" Owen mocked.

"Do you still want to eat here?" Patrick asked intimidatingly.

"Patrick Hopper!" Amelia turned around and stepped on Patrick's foot as his temper was horrible.

Patrick scowled and fell silent.

around and warmly invited

"Amelia, don't just pay your attention to me. Look at him. He's still

standing at the spot where she had stepped on his feet earlier. He was

up to Patrick and said

it's too late to think about me

is our guest, so I should serve him first," Amelia

then he whispered so that only Amelia could hear him,

in a matching volume, "Isn't that because you

me just because you were anxious?" Patrick asked as he raised

had nothing to do with

not even

she had stepped on his feet so lightly. It was nowhere

she remembered that Owen was still waiting for them, she took a deep breath and tried to

resentful look and replied,

hurt. I didn't

hurts. I can't walk anymore," Patrick returned calmly and stretched

want?" Amelia asked. Was he asking her to assist

"Help me," Patrick asked.

As she had predicted!

that

even more shameless. "I was thinking about asking you carry me, but I don't think you can

"F*ck!" Amelia cursed angrily.

a short stature!" Amelia

You can't even carry Florence,

Silence filled the atmosphere.

the dishes are getting cold. Aren't you two eating?" Owen

asked gently.

Owen is already inviting

said Amelia. Then, Patrick

waved a

on an arrogant

for Amelia to hold

s

expression on

dining table, she called out at Owen,

with a satisfied smile stretched across his