Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 361

"Enough, Mr. Hopper. Rick is hungry." Seeing that Rick was running to her shaking its big head, Amelia bent down

and picked up the soft little dog.

"It's hungry! Am | not?" Patrick complained, in a tone implying that the puppy was unforgivable.

"Oh, stop licking me. It's so itchy!" Unfortunately, Amelia, who left Patrick with his desire unsatisfied, had begun

to have fun with Rick and didn't hear what Patrick was saying at all.

Patrick stared at them with displeasure. He saw Rick keep licking Amelia's neck and get more and more excited.

For several times, it almost licked her face!

However, not only did she not mind, she even allowed it to act at will.

Patrick finally couldn't stand it. He grabbed the back of Rick's neck with two fingers and took it away from

Amelia, right under her surprised and reluctant gaze. He said seriously, "Do you know how dirty this dog is?"

Amelia shook her head. "I clean it up every few days. Rick is very clean."

"Do you know how many fleas and bacteria it has?"

"No, but Florence toldthat | could take it to the hospital for a vaccine after Rick is one month old. And I'd like

to get a dog card for it, so if it's lost someday, we can bring it back."

Seeing that she had had a plan for Rick already, Patrick said somehow sourly, "You are so considerate to it."

Amelia met his eyes. "Don't you think Rick is so pitiful to be discarded at our yard without parents?"

"No," Patrick replied.

Amelia turned down the corner of her lips. "You're heartless."

Patrick snorted. "Why should | pity a dog? It should be grateful that | didn't hurt it!"

Noticing that Rick was trembling, Amelia rescued the puppy from Patrick's hand with sorry. "It could understand

you. Don't say such a thing in front of it, okay?"

Patrick looked frustrated. As far as he knew, women were more attracted to furry, adorable creatures, such as

cats. But his Amelia was different. What she liked was the black, dumb bulldog, which was a truly unique taste.

Forget it. Since she liked it, she could keep it for the tbeing.

"Patrick, Amelia, I'm back!"

When Florence chome, he saw her brother and sister-in-law holding a dog and showing their affection

towards each other. As for Florence, she had been bullied by Hobart in the hospital every day. In comparison,

Florence wanted to cry.

Now that everyone was here, Amelia put Rick back on the ground, clapped her hands, and said, "I'm cooking.

Florence, stay with Patrick for a while." "Thank you, Amelia..." Florence's gaze drifted to

Patrick.

As if sensing his sister's stare, Patrick opened his eyes and glanced at her. "How's Hobart doing?"

Florence looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "He has long since recovered. He just likes to pretend he's not.

Patrick, can | get back to work? | really don't want to serve him anymore!"

Patrick said firmly, "No! The cemetery auction would be held in two days. Hold Hobart up in the hospital for me."

Although Hobart had promised that he would give up the cemetery, Patrick was skeptical. There was still a

possibility that Hobart might change his mind suddenly.

Florence wanted to shed tears. "Patrick, can you stop troublingall day long for the sake of your wife?"

Patrick smiled. "Helpingnow is helping yourself."

"Huh?" Florence frowned. "Helping myself? What do you mean by that?"

Patrick smiled but didn't point it out.

Although Amelia was Florence's sister-in-law, they were about the sage. At her age, it would a bit late for

Florence to get married and have children. If she kept staying single, Patrick would be worried about her

happiness for the rest of her life. So it would be better for Florence to take the opportunity to spend twith

Hobart. Maybe there would be chemistry between the two of them.

Two days later, the cemetery auction on the Rosan

Road started.

The auction was held in the evening, and Patrick attended with Amelia. Unlike Patrick's calm and relaxed

demeanor, Amelia was nervous because she didn't know what kind of opponents they would meet at the

auction!

People interested in the cemetery took their seats one after another. Amelia looked around and relaxed a little

after making sure that Hobart was not here.

"Don't be nervous. I'm here." Patrick comforted her timely.

"13 million once, 13 million twice, 13 million the third time... Deal!"

As the auctioneer landed the hammer on the desk, Amelia, who had been expecting, heaved a sigh of relief and

leaned back on her chair. This piece of land was easier to get than she had imagined because no one tried to

compete with her at all.

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After the transfer procedure was completed, the cemetery was officially owned by Amelia. On the surface,

however, outsiders thought that Patrick had bid for it. As a result, they all cto ask him what he was going to

do with it.

"Leave it idle," Patrick said briefly.

"What?" Everyone was confused. What did he mean by leaving it idle? Was there something special about this

cemetery so that Patrick would rather leave it alone instead of developing it?

In a dark corner, Teresa was furious at a middle-aged man, "Dad, what's wrong with you? You know that this land

is what we must fight for, but you give it up!"

The middle-aged man said gloomily, "You are telling me. | know how important that land is!"

Teresa stared at the middle-aged

man as if he was inexcusable and

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be the final beneficiary of the land!

Feeling upset, the middle-aged man explained, "Teresa! Haven't you figured out what's happening? Master

Paisley is taking advantage of us!"

There was dense admiration in Teresa's eyes. "Young Master Paisley has influences in both legal and illegal

businesses. Do you think such an extremely powerful man would need us?"

The middle-aged man secretly glanced at Patrick, who was standing not far away, and indicated to Teresa, "Did

you see that man?"

"Which one?" Teresa looked over impatiently. She didn't see Patrick, who was in the middle of the crowd. Instead,

she saw Amelia, who was holding the transfer contract.

It was her again! Teresa was suddenly cheered up.

Amelia had run away from the alumni reunion last time, and now she was right in front of Teresa again. Well,

Teresa was determined to teach Amelia a lesson.

The middle-aged man thought that

Teresa was watching Patrick and

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years ago. The only reason Paisley

asked us to buy the land was that he

saw the news that Patrick had

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