Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 1404

At that moment, Florence gripped her phone with all her strength to the extent that

her knuckles turned white. She was overwhelmed by disappointment. At this juncture, Eve was still making up excuses and blaming Patrick instead of confessing to her the truth.

"Florence, are you with me? You're the only one I can turn to now. Ever since both of your brothers got married, they had become unreliable..." In order to beg for sympathy from her youngest daughter, Eve was literally sobbing at the other end of the call.

Florence sighed as she was left in despair of disappointment. Considering her carefree yet stubborn character, she was supposed to confront and expose Eve right away on the call.

However, the truth was the advice from both Patrick and Amelia had left an impact on her. At this juncture, she was stuck in a dilemma. Ultimately, it was her call to decide whether conscience or the bond she shared with her mother shall prevail.

In the ward.

"Let's get you up so that you can eat." With that said, Amelia helped Patrick up gently. She then took a pillow and put it at his back so that he could lean on it comfortably.

Just as Amelia was about to turn around and got him the bowl of soup, all in a sudden, Patrick reached out to hold her hand.

Her gaze fell back at him as she asked concerningly, "Is there something wrong?" "Oh, no." Patrick shook his head before he continued, "It's just that I feel bad to see you getting caught up over trifles as soon as you got here."

Amelia could not help but chuckle, "You're not being yourself. Weren't you used to command others into working for you? It does not make sense that you're feeling bad for me now."

"That only applies to others. I can never do that to you." Patrick could not help but caress the back of her hand that he was holding.

The truth was he could not bring himself to let go of her hand upon feeling the soft and delicate texture of her skin.

Amelia blushed upon his fluent flirtation. In an attempt to avoid responding to his pickup line, she hurriedly said, "Stop messing around. Come on, it's time to eat. Let go of n me now.

Patrick refused to let go of her hand. Instead, he grunted, "I'm not hungry. Why not you come over and talk to me?"

Amelia wondered if he was in fact fawning on her.

Amelia was left with no choice. She asked, "What do you want me to talk to you about?" Patrick offered her with two options, "You can pick either politics or romance."

"Politics." Amelia chose the first option steadfastly.

Patrick glanced at her as he muttered in regret, "I thought you women are not interested in politics."

"That's true. However, as compared to politics, I'm afraid that I show zero interest in the latter." The truth was she was aware of the repercussion if she were to talk to him about romance. Therefore, she had to remind herself to be prudent.

Patrick was unwilling to cave in at this juncture. He pestered, "Mrs. Hopper, I can always read the latest update on politics from newspapers and TV. It'd be better for us to talk about romance."

warningly, "You'd better don't

can't be responsible of the consequences. Don't make me remind you what Paisley had

at lightning speed as soon as he heard

one to take the blame. After all, she was the one who told Amelia that Patrick was not supposed to

would be best to turn a blind eye on his frustration. Thinking that his anger would recede in a while, she picked up the newspapers next to him and began reading it to

some time of reading, she sneaked a glance at Patrick. It was only then she realized that he was still pulling a long face. As she sighed, she put the newspapers aside and asked, "Weren't you the one who said that you

away, "I've read that newspapers earlier

the remote controller and suggested, "Do you want to watch

"No."

She then picked up the food

determined to make it clear that he wanted

lose her patience. It was at

if you were

I'II....."

he got what he wanted. He challenged her, "What are you going to do to me then? You can't possibly hit me. After all,

sighed before she stood up from her chair. She then bent over and

Patrick startling, Amelia began to feel her cheeks burning. She hushed shyly, "Paisley said that's the most we can

now.

adrenaline rush. Despite so, he said solemnly, "Please say thank you to

in frustration, "B*stard! You can go and

cooperative when Amelia fed him his dinner. That was why she

was about to finish his meal, he asked eagerly, "Mrs. Hopper, did you

the food container

she replied,

he asked tentatively, "Don't you think I deserve some sort of

and asked teasingly, "Mr. Patrick, you're not

a little as

was being

did not take long for him to gather himself and said calmly. "Mrs. Hopper, all I ask for is dessert after meal, I don't think

"I'll see what kind of dessert that you want. I can

it's something

flickered with hope upon hearing her. He hurriedly

I need is something

asked blatantly, "Oh, do you mean a kiss on

"No, I want you

"But, you just had your dinner. You're going