Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 1613

When Amelia heard what Sierra said on the phone, she was stunned. "Aunt Sierra, I was chatting with Milton like usual. Nothing happened."

"Then how did he end up drinking so much? Could it be that he quarrelled with Maryanne?"

Amelia thought for a moment and replied, "I don't think so. When Maryanne said she wasn't feeling well, Milton immediately said he would send her home. It was clear that he cared about her and didn't seem that they were in a row."

"Then could it be that Maryanne had said something to you that she shouldn't have and caused Milton to be angry with her secretly? And so that was why he was bringing her away ahead of schedule?" Sierra assumed.

"No. Nothing unpleasant happened with Maryanne and me today," returned Amelia. Maryanne had even apologized to her, which was beyond Amelia's expectations.

"That's weird then..." Sierra muttered with a headache, "Amelia, I can't make Milton tell me what happened, and I can't get to Maryanne by calling her. You're Milton's best friend. Can I bother you to come over and talk to him? He always listens to you, you know that..."

"I see..." Glancing at the time, Amelia found that Patrick was coming back soon. "Aunt Sierra, I'll tell you again later, okay?"

Sierra did not insist on Amelia coming, so she said, "Then I'll thank you first."

"It's okay."

After the conversation, Amelia frowned and thought, "Could it be what Patrick and Milton said was what made Milton behave this way?"

At half-past six in the evening.

When Patrick came home from work, he saw Amelia sitting on the sofa with a sullen face, as if she was in deep though about something unpleasant.

Patrick felt nervous from the sight. He took a long stride forward and went to beside her. He then raised his hand to touch the back of Amelia's head as he said in a warm voice, "Amy, I'm back."

Amelia raised her head after gradually realizing his presence. After she saw Patrick's face, she patted the seat next to her and said with a smile, "Mr. Hopper, I have something to ask you."

Patrick followed her gesture and took his seat. His hand that was stroking her hair fell to her waist and held her slightly. "What's the matter?"

Amelia asked with a soft tone, "What did you say to Milton in private today?"

Patrick lifted a brow as he heard her words, and his gaze turned subtle. "What's wrong? Did he complain to you?"

Amelia hurriedly replied, "No, it's Aunt Sierra! She said that after Milton went home, he's been hiding in his room and getting himself drunk. I found it strange, so I asked you."

Patrick then lifted Amelia's chin with his finger and said in a low voice, "Are you condemning me because of him? I didn't ask him to get wasted..."

"Mr. Hopper, can you stop being so jealous out of nowhere?" Amelia was speechless. She had already 'thrown herself at him' and was gentle towards him, so why would he still overthink?

"If you don't want me to be jealous, then don't question me because of him," Patrick replied. Then, he was about to stand up and leave.

Then, Amelia grabbed his collar in reflex.

result, Patrick fell onto her, maybe

his body. She

and asked with a faint smile, "Amy, what are you trying to do to me? You're

hands from his collar. "I'm just... afraid that you're angry, and hat's why

gaze, and

miss the stiffness in his voice. "Then

got off work and I'm sweating.

lying!" There was not a whiff of body odour from him. Instead, there was only the smell of his fragrance,

his gaze and admitted awkwardly,

little bit. I can

knew this man was

the

and I are just friends." "I know. You two

friends," responded

in annoyance for a moment, then she suddenly cupped his handsome face and bit

felt like he was electrocuted. So, he decisively bit

thoughts, the couple would have gotten

taking it off..." Amelia halted Patrick with her trembling

Wait a minute?

"Amy, you can't just go away after doing that

going

However, his lips crashed on hers and enveloped her again. After

the

take it." s

seized the opportunity and questioned, "So, you did say

in a hoarse voice, "Well, you have to ask

yelled, almost out of her

still refused to tell her

her and muttered,

wanted to do was kiss her, but she was insensible

to be so frivolous, I'll go straight to

nor retort. He carried her from the sofa

and asked incredulously, "You... You're not

to see Milton," Patrick said as he strode. Desire was running

lips with his and let lose of his passion

stepped into the bathroom and pulled out a warm wet towel. He wiped Amelia's body on the bed and

time is it?" Amelia asked, her eyes halflidded. She knew that she was exhausted because of Patrick. But at the

about something else," Patrick whispered in her ear. But his

glanced at him in frustration. "Can you

straightened up and continued to wipe her body. "You should ask him yourself. Only he has the right