Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Amelia was stunned for a moment. She was sure that there were only two of them

in the kitchen, and after Patrick scolded her for having no conscience, she

narrowed her eyes and laughed.

Patrick seemed to have no intention of waiting for Amelia's answer. He said directly, "If you like mentioning Sissi,

feel free to mention her. | didn't do anything wrong. A good conscience is a soft pillow."

"He didn't do anything wrong?" Amelia thought to herself.

Then why did Howard imprison Sissi?

Moreover, if Patrick really did not care, why would he demand to see Sissi every weekend?

At that time, Howard planned to let Patrick meet Sissi once a month, but Patrick abruptly changed the 'one

month’ to ‘one week’.

"Isn't that enough to prove that he is still worried about Sissi?" Amelia thought sadly.

And this worry was not only revealed through his mouth but also proved by his actions, which made Amelia in a

super awkward predicament like a drowned mouse.

He was able to fulfill his promise to Sissi.

But his promise to her, he could go back on his word even if it was written in black and white!

This was the difference between her and Sissi in Patrick's heart.

Patrick respected every promise he made with Sissi, but he treated every promise he made with her as a joke.

If she expressed her dissatisfaction, she would be judged by his sharp tongue as if it was all her fault!

She swore that if Sissi did not exist, she would not need to be in this state at this very moment. Every tshe

got close to him, she had to bear the torture of both sexual desire and embarrassment!

"Just divorce..."

A voice like this rose inside Amelia's heart.

However, it was too difficult to divorce Patrick!

This man's possessiveness had always been the most outrageous!

It would be a form of relief to be abandoned by him. However, if she was to abandon him first, she might end up

getting even more ferocious pursuits and revenge!

And not to mention all of her possessions, including her relatives, friends, and property, were in Northville.

Northville was exactly the Hopper Family's base!

It was not hard to imagine that everything about her would disappear in a moment with only one order from

Patrick.

"It's really... a headache!" Amelia thought to herself.

Amelia rubbed her gloomy face and was forced to accept this cruel reality.

Pat!

With a heavy blow of the knife, Amelia's mind was pulled back.

She looked in the direction of Patrick again and found that he was already tossing the green onion, which was

the only one left in the house.

She mustered up her courage and opened her mouth, wanting to say, "Maybe letdo it?" But when the words

cto her lips, she suddenly changed it to. "Then I'll leave tonight's dinner to you..."

A cold glint flashed in Patrick's eyes upon hearing Amelia's words. He suddenly turned around and ran after her,

with the kitchen knife in front of her chest.

Amelia's legs went limp from fright by what he did.

When she looked down, she saw that the sharp kitchen knife was on the cloth on her chest. If she went one step

further, it would be a family tragedy.

She stepped back slightly, at least not making herself appear to be in danger. Then she raised her head to look

at Patrick and asked him what he wanted silently!

Patrick narrowed his eyes and said indifferently, "If I'm cooking, then what would you do?"

"|..." His question made Amelia felt like she was doing nothing, so she said. "I'm going to tidy up my room!"

Patrick looked at her for a while. "Okay."

As his voice fell, his hand that held the knife dropped to his side decisively.

Amelia breathed a sigh of relief, but she still felt extremely uneasy.

Patrick, who was not hysterical, made him look even more terrifying.

She did not dare to imagine once his reserved emotions burst out, how much

harm would he cause to the people around him?

"I'd better avoid it as soon as possible..." Amelia thought scarily.

Amelia pinched the corner of her clothes and made up her mind.

But at this moment, Patrick said, "Remember to clean up my study as well, meticulously."

After that, he carried the knife, turned around and went into the kitchen again.

Amelia was stunned for a moment. Wait... She only wanted to go back and tidy up her own room!

But when she caught the sight of the kitchen knife in Patrick's hand from the corner of her eye, Amelia

sensitively shut her mouth up.

"So be it. Just take it as an exchange with him!

He cooked for me, and | tidied up the study for him. No one owed each other anything."

Amelia really was an optimist. With this thought in mind, she felt that she had the motivation to work.

And this motivation quickly faded away after she pushing open the half-open doors to Patrick's study and seeing

the mess in it.

Was it too late for her to go downstairs and exchange the right to cook with Patrick?

She really did not know where to start!

Even classifying the garbage on the ground would be enough for her!

Amelia could not help wanting to go

back and seized back the right to use the kitchen, but she soon

thought of Patrick's cold face when holding the knife. She suddenly realized that she would die if she

went, so she had to give up painfully! Find

She tiptoed to the basin carefully while kicking away many broken vases and

books. After she got the basin, she bent down to pick up the rubbish.

Even though it was trash, but in fact, there were still many usable items in it. Amelia could only keep hypnotizing

herself, "This thing didn't cost me. It didn't costwhich Made Amelia felt more comfortable. Find

After a long while.

After Amelia piled up the third pack of garbage to the door, she looked back and found that the study room was

much cleaner and empty at the stime.

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But when she saw the bookshelves behind the desk, there were only one-third of

the books left.

As for another one-third of the books, they were still lying on the floor.

Amelia looked at them with sorrow in her eyes. She had really tried her best.

After all, picking out these books from the 'trash pile' alone was not an easy task. Next, she just needed to put

the book back on the bookshelf.

Amelia braced herself up. When she was about to let herself up, she heard a low voice coming from the door.

"The meal is ready. Cdown and eat."

"Oh, but I..." Had not finished cleaning up yet.

As if realizing that something was amiss, Amelia suddenly stopped speaking.

"That's not right! Why should | accept it so obediently?

| could just do it simply and left the rest to Patrick to do it himself!" Amelia thought

to herself.

Clapping her hands, Amelia turned around and said, "Okay, I'll go downstairs right away..."

When she turned back, she found that Patrick had disappeared at the door.

At downstairs, in the kitchen.

When Amelia appeared, Patrick was already in his usual position.

Amelia looked down and found that he had directly moved the rice cooker in the

kitchen to the dining table.