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.

and warmly invited Owen to

a seat further away. He then lowered his voice and said, "Amelia, don't just pay your attention to me. Look at him.

where

felt guilty, so she walked up to Patrick and said in a tempting tone,

you think it's too late to think about me only now?" Patrick replied with

so I

Amelia could hear him, "You can serve him, but you stepped on my feet because of

matching volume, "Isn't that because you were rude to Owen?

because you were anxious?" Patrick

had nothing to do

were not even

so lightly. It was nowhere

Owen was still waiting for them, she took a deep breath and tried to ask as nicely as possible, "Did

her a resentful look and replied, "What do you

it shouldn't hurt. I didn't use too

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

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

"Help me," Patrick asked.

As she had predicted!

found that Patrick

more shameless. "I was thinking about asking you carry me,

"F*ck!" Amelia cursed angrily.

the one with a short stature!"

can't even carry Florence,

Silence filled the atmosphere.

Aren't

asked gently.

Owen is already inviting

said Amelia. Then, Patrick

waved a

on

to

s

no expression on her face. While she assisted

she called out at

walked behind Amelia with a satisfied smile stretched