Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 212

Amelia tilted her head up to meet his gentle gaze, which pained her. These were all fake, right?

His tenderness, his dependence as well as his soft words are all lies!

Amelia reached out and blocked his eyes as she said painfully, "Don't look atlike that anymore!" He

obviously loved and missed someone else, so why was he still looking at her with such soulful eyes? Patrick

frowned and didn't immediately go to remove Amelia's hand, just asked, "What's wrong with you?"

At an angle he couldn't see, Amelia hurriedly rubbed her teary eyes a few times. It's strange that her tear ducts

seemed to be getting more developed lately...

"Nothing." Amelia pulled his arm away and sat up from the couch, she then slowly lowered the hand that was

over his eyes and said with her back to him, "You're going to catch a cold sleeping in here. You should go back to

your room."

"What about you?" Patrick was a little reluctant to leave this warm and cozy "cuddle".

Amelia said without looking back, "I still have to cook and shower. Go back to your room and rest first, and I'll be

with you later..."

Amelia's attitude in the latter half of the sentence seemed somewhat perfunctory.

"I'll wait here for you, and I'll cupstairs whenever you cup." Patrick laid in the couch a little

mischievously, like he was certain that Amelia would give in to his caprice.

Amelia turned back abruptly, her expression indifferent, and said, "Then you'll just have to wait here the whole

time!"

Patrick was startled by the words, and she quickly made her way to the kitchen

Patrick finally sensed that something was wrong with Amelia and stood up, asking after her, "What do you

mean?" She didn't turn around to answer him.

Patrick was so angry that he swept the bottle off the coffee table, and no matter what he did, Amelia still ignored

him. Patrick didn't want to please Amelia. He left Land of Fragrance after he trashed the living room.

Bang-

The sound of the door being slammed shut was deafening. Amelia was far away in the kitchen but heard it

nonetheless.

Then, carelessly, her knuckles were cut by a kitchen knife, and she numbly washed her bleeding fingers under

the faucet, feeling suddenly alone enough to drown in the current. The next morning.

Amelia hadn't slept all night, so she was up early and walked up the spiral staircase in her nightgown, finally

stopping at the living room door.

She checked the shoe closet and there were no Patrick shoes on it, proving he hadn't been hlast night.

Amelia held her forehead helplessly, Patrick was an adult and should be able to take care of himself.

After so much self- congratulation, she took the vacuum cleaner out of the storage room and set about cleaning

up the messy living room. During the cleaning, Amelia turned on the TV to listen to the morning news, and a

message broadcast by the host caught her attention.

Oh gosh, it turned out that the man who attacked her that night was the srapist who has been giving all the

cops in Northville a headache lately?

Amelia looked at the face in prison, he was refined and even a little feminine. The first words out of his mouth

when he was interviewed by a female reporter were, "You're beautiful. You look like an easy woman."

Eventually, a different male reporter had to go in so the interview could continue.

"My wife always said | was not manly and even calleda sissy. One night | cback from a business trip and

found her hiding men in the house. When she sawshe not only didn't admit her mistake but also encouraged

the adulterers to knockout. When | woke up | found that they had taken all the valuables of the house."

Later, he becmore and more frantic, and he relied on constant disguise, appearing in all sorts of situations,

and whenever he saw a young, beautiful, alone beauty out, he would try to approach the person and look for a

chance to reach his desire.

"In a short while, he'll pay for what he's done." The host added a final comment and the morning news ended.

Amelia's fingers gently cupped her chest, she can feel her heart racing, how glad she was to be alive!

Then her phone, resting on the coffee table, vibrated with a text from Milton, "Shawn's skipped the hospital

again!"

From the message, Amelia experienced Milton's nervousness and called Paisley, who sleepily says that Shawn's

agent obligingly took Shawn away yesterday and disliked the hospital's treatment. Finally, he asked, "Something

happen to Shawn?"

Not wanting to worry him, Amelia smiled and said, "Nothing happens. You should go back to sleep."

After hanging up the phone, Amelia had a quick breakfast and got dressed before heading to the office.

On the way, her phone screen lit up with an incoming call from "Patrick".

It was so rare that Patrick would reach out to her. She'd thought he didn't want to see her again after last night's

argument.

There was a red light ahead. Amelia braked, immediately picked up her cell phone, and said "Mr. Hooper" in a

warm, mellow voice.

"I'm with Cynthia now. cgetback."."

However, his words froze the smile that had just blossomed on Amelia's face.

As she didn't respond, Patrick's deep voice beceven lower, "Amelia? Are you listening?"

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Normally, she would have absolutely refused without hesitation, but thinking that his arm was hurt for her, she

didn't refuse, "I'll be there in a moment."

After making this call, Patrick dropped by to put the phone back into his suit jacket.

He then walked out of the bathroom and turned to meet Cynthia's jeweled eyes gazing at him as he asked, "You

just woke up?"

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