Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 223

"Really?" Patrick didn't want to question the truth of Cynthia's words.

It looked like she was really in pain that she was curled up and sweated in bed the last time, but when he called

for a doctor, she never cooperated with the examination.

Amelia had been here yesterday, the confusion of the situation and her rebellions had made him angry enough

to be indiscriminate with her, but now sdetails told him that he seemed to have really misunderstood

Amelia.

Cynthia saw Patrick's suspicious look towards her and quickly explained, "Patrick, you must be wondering why |

didn't let the doctor examineyesterday when | was in so much pain, but today | act like nothing happened,

right?"

Patrick stared at her with silent suspicion.

Cynthia bowed her head and lowered her voice, "That's because... | had my period yesterday..."

"What?" Patrick was stunned.

Cynthia blushed and continued, "Two days before my period, my abdomen always feels swollen and painful, and

when | argue with Madam Amelia Ramsay, the feeling gets stronger... Actually, you're too nervous, it's just one of

the physiological reactions of a woman and that was the reason I resisted the doctor. He's a man, and how am |

ever going to face him if I'm allowed to be examined by him in a full-body examination while I'm in period?"

"What a coincidence!" Patrick said with a faint smile.

Cynthia's hand rested lightly on her stomach and sighed softly, "Don't you believe me? But yes, Madam Amelia

Ramsay is your wife, it's only right that you trust her, and who the hell... am | for you...?" Feeling sympathy and

guilt, Patrick interrupted, "Stop it. | believe you.

Knocking.

Hearing the cautious knock on the door, Patrick turned around and said, "Cin."

The door was flung open, upon making contact with Cynthia's displeased look at being disturbed, the caregiver

quickly put her head down, "Mr. Hopper, Cynthia, I'm so sorry, my one-year-old grandson suddenly fell down the

stairs, and now the whole family is in a hurry and is callingback immediately, | might... have no tto

prepare Cynthia's dinner."

Patrick saw the caregiver's anxious look and said, "We'll be fine. You can go hearlier."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Hopper! You are really kind!"

The caregiver didn't even think to go over and ask Cynthia, because Patrick was the boss who paid her salary.

After the caregiver left, Cynthia played cutely and asked, "Who's going to take care of my dinner if you let her

go?

Patrick said lightly, "I take care of it."

After that, he pointed to the door and said, "I'm going out to make a phone call."

Cynthia watched Patrick's back with satisfaction and thought, how lucky! If it wasn't for the emergency at the

caregiver's grandson, he wouldn't have been able to eat with her.

She couldn't wait to get up from the bed. Cynthia cto the cabinet, deliberately picked an elegant dress,

walked into the bathroom and changed it.

On the other side...

"Amelia, | have something else to take care of tonight, so | can't go hto have dinner with you."

"Something happened?"

Patrick was just about to tell the truth, then thought of all the conflicts between Amelia and Cynthia, so he

couldn't be as honest as he had been.

He opted for a good-natured lie, "Yes, there is a little problem with Roxxon, but | won't be back too late."

Amelia understood and sweetly said, "Then remember to ask your secretary to order you a takeout before you

leave for work."

Patrick felt a little guilty about hearing all this.

But he heard the sound of Cynthia walking around. He was worried that he would be exposed, so he answered in

a hurry, "Okay, | will."

After hanging up the phone, Patrick turned around and saw Cynthia looking graceful and charming after a good

dressing.

If such a girl really couldn't have her own children in the future, how much regret would she have for the rest of

her life?

Usually, at this point, he would always be tempted to feel sympathy and even guilt for Cynthia, even if he didn't

want to have too much contact with her at all.

But there was no other way, he was doomed to be indebted to her from the moment she took that bullet for him.

Turn the clock back half an hour at Land of Fragrance.

Amelia chand immediately went into the kitchen to make a nice meal and waited for Patrick to come

hto reward him for the help he had given her at the cafe.

But she received a phone call from him, saying that he suddenly had swork to do and would not go home

for dinner.

"Okay." Looking back at the lamb chops and champagne on the table, Amelia answered with disappointment.

At the large table, Amelia was eating lamb chops and drinking wine by herself when suddenly a text message

con her phone and she opened it to see that it was from Milton.

"Guess who | met in the restaurant tonight?"

Amelia replied indifferently: "Who?"

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"No!" Amelia texted back immediately because Milton was impulsive and might create more trouble.

Thinking about it, she worriedly sent an extra text, "Milton, | know what I'm doing, so don't be impulsive."

Putting the phone down, Amelia stuck her hands weakly in her hair, and the delicious lamb chops felt like they'd

lost their original flavor.

At nine o'clock in the evening.

The doorbell rang.

Amelia was watching TV in the living room, hearing the doorbell, instead of feeling happy, she felt annoyed.

Didn't Patrick have a key? He couldn't open the door himself? Was she is nanny?

Even after she decided to ignore it, the doorbell kept ringing, as if it wouldn't stop until she opened the door.

Throwing the pillow off her knee in exasperation, Amelia got up and headed towards the entrance

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leather jacket. It was thin and long...

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Patrick loosened his tie and said, Tve told you on the phone that | was working overtin the company."

Amelia followed up by asking, "Working overtime? Then why do you smell like alcohol?" Did he think she's stupid

and easy to cheat on?