Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 1608

"Bro Richard, have you received the video of Brittany?" asked Richard as he ate breakfast.

Patrick, who was also in the middle of breakfast, replied softly, "Well done. Keep it up."

Richard gasped in a low voice, "Keep it up? I almost killed her."

To which Patrick only answered casually, "Give her a break for the meantime then."

"Okay, then I won't bother you now. I'll report to you if anything happens," said Richard.

"Okay, I'll hang up first." After the call, Patrick cast a glance at Amelia, who was so focused on eating breakfast that she did not notice what happened.

Then, Patrick considered showing her the video of Brittany. But upon second thought, he realized that it would be best not to bring up Brittany's devastating state to disrupt Amelia's mood. Moreover, he had not done any harm to Brittany physically.

With this thought in mind, Patrick gave up the idea and deleted the video that he just watched before putting his phone aside.

Ten minutes later.

Patrick put down his napkin and said to Amelia, "Amy, I'm full."

Amelia nodded. She then said to Patrick, who was about to get up to go to work, "By the way, Milton's visiting us today. Do you... mind?"

"What?" Patrick was slightly stunned. "Isn't he in England?" Patrick thought to himself.

Amelia explained, "Um, he told me on the phone last night that he's bringing Maryanne back to visit her family and that he'll visit his friends at the same time."

Patrick's expression changed slightly. Then he replied with seeming generosity, "Okay. You two should have a lot to talk about when you guys meet up."

He thought he had concealed it well, but the sourness in his words was still apparent.

Amelia stepped forward and held his hands with a hint of a smile in her bright, large eyes. "But I have more to talk about with you. Don't you think so?"

Patrick snorted. At this moment, being mature meant nothing to him at all, as shown by his childish reaction. "Amy, remember that you're married! If you dare to do anything that will hurt me, be careful that I'll....."

Then, he buried his attractive face in her neck and bit her gently.

Amelia felt helpless and told him, "All right, all right. Stop acting cute."

Act cute?

figure stiffened. After he realised what he was doing, he raised his head involuntarily

not laugh at him

back. He said with feigned casualness, "Amy,

understood what he was trying to convey. "Okay. You can go to work at

was still worried about

served the brewed lemon tea and roasted biscuits to

the doorbell rang. So, she hurried

met with a handsome man and a pretty lady outside her small garden. Amelia welcomed Milton, but why was Maryanne with

could only invite her into the house with a smile no matter how reluctant she was. "Amelia!" At this moment, Maryanne thought Milton was staring at Amelia with such great yearning that he had completely forgotten about his 'official girlfriend'. Relatively speaking, Amelia was much calmer than Milton. She stepped forward to open the fence for them, then greeted them softly, "Milton, Miss

looked back at Amelia with displeasure for a brief moment before

this woman. No matter how

elegant and charming..." Maryanne

was already wagging his tail at Amelia. "Amelia, this is a gift

England. Please accept it."

the bag from his hand and thanked him, "Don't

catch up with Amelia. Then he suddenly realized that Maryanne was still standing next

witnessed how Milton acted as if she was invisible to him in the presence of Amelia. But when he finally looked back at

not completely out of

The steam mingled with the sourness of lemon and the sweetness of brown sugar, which made Milton and Maryanne

returned home, their families provided them with the best of three meals every day. Hence,

pursed her lips and thought to herself that she would probably not be able to learn such extent of attentiveness as Amelia possessed in

Maryanne had overthought it. The reason why Amelia made lemon tea was that she craved something sour. About helping them to cleanse their palates, Amelia could not have foreseen

sip," Amelia said to

seated closer to the tea table, so he served Maryanne a cup first. After that, he picked up

a face of delight, "Well, Amelia,

and answered, "No,

it's because I haven't had your

a discreet, meaningful glance. Sure enough, Maryanne was forcing a smile, and she might even be hating Amelia deep down. Amelia thought Milton should not have brought her here. Because, in this way, every word that they said had a chance in provoking Maryanne's sore spot. And what if Maryanne went mad

felt lucky that Patrick was coming home for lunch at noon.

suddenly said, "Can you tell me the recipe for the lemon tea? I want

Maryanne was asking her for advice in such a

and chimed in, "Yes, Amelia. Tell Maryanne the recipe. It's rare

in this sort of

online. Hold on a

note in her hand when she said, "Miss Maryanne Smith, this

receiving the sticky note, Maryanne placed it in her bag and replied, "Miss Amelia Ramsay, thank you for your generosity Welcogenerositys you're welcome," Amelia replied as her gaze swept across Maryanne's

who had given her this ugly 'gift', but Maryanne also could not criticize Amelia because it was