Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 372

Seeing his reaction, Cynthia was satisfied. That was exactly what she wanted. A youthful, tight, and flexible body.

What kind of man would not fall in love with her? She believed that Patrick was no exception. But even so, if

Patrick could remain unmoved, it didn't matter. Cynthia had got her cousin to buy sdrugs for pleasure from

the black market. Patrick would have no chance to run away from her! Out of the corner of her eye, she saw

Patrick in the crowd. She rolled her eyes and suddenly spoke to the man in a suit beside her sweetly, "I told you |

had a date. Why do you keep badgeringand forceto get a room with you!"

"What are you talking about?" The man in the suit looked bewildered. He did want to hook up with Cynthia, but

she had declared that she had a lover. Now he just wanted to have a drink quietly. Why did this chick declare

that he wanted to have a room with her?

"Gorgeous, |..." Just as he was about to explain, his collar was abruptly picked up, and then he was thrown

behind by someone unknown.

The suited man, who was thrown away by the force, hit the cabon his back, sending bottles all over the

ground...

As for Cynthia, she put on a mask of fear, walked to Patrick, and put her fair arms around his neck like snakes

before she breathed to him softly. "I am all right now. Don't make trouble because of me..." Patrick

expressionlessly looked at the man in a suit as he got up from the ground. Instead of avoiding troubles, Patrick

preferred a fight. The man in a suit looked somewhat similar to Hobart in terms of temperament. They both

looked furtive!

If the suited man could hear what Patrick was thinking, he would surely kneel and exclaim that he had been

misunderstood.

"You b*stard, wait here. My friends and | will teach you a lesson!" After leaving the cliche that frequently

appeared in TV shows, the suited man hobbled away with his hands covering his back.

As soon as he left, several waiters in the bar immediately surrounded them. They pointed to the broken bottles

and said to Patrick, "Sir, we do business and are most afraid of you troublemakers. If you don't want us to call

the police, why don't you pay the bill?"

Patrick took out a silver card from the inside lining of his clothes. He raised it to the waiters without even looking

up and said, "Take as much as it

costs."

Seeing the silver card, the waiters were all dumbfounded. This wasn't a commonly used bank card or credit card.

It was the limited released suprcard that could only be used by the noblest! No one in Northville had ever

seen the card used.

"Okay, sir. I'll give it back to you right away."

Noting the obvious change in the waiters" attitude and how other people viewed them differently, Cynthia was

satisfied, as if Patrick were her man.

It was a pity that before she could enjoy the satisfaction for longer, she was gently pushed by Patrick, who

informed coldly, "He has already gone."

"Oh, he's gone?" Cynthia fixed her hair and reluctantly withdrew from Patrick's arms. She said with worship in

her eyes, "Patrick, you're amazing. That man was intimidated by a single glance from you and run away."

To Patrick, this kind of compliment was not at all new. He snapped his fingers, signaling the bartender to bring

him a new drink, and started to take the alcohol regardless of others.

Watching him bury himself in his drink with an unapproachable vibe, Cynthia couldn't help asking, "Patrick, do

you have something on your mind?"

"No." Patrick cast a glance at her, which was so charming that Cynthia almost forgot to breathe.

She bit her lip and said, "I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back soon."

"Okay," Patrick replied simply with a word.

Cynthia didn't really need to go to the bathroom. She turned a corner, making sure that Patrick could not see

her, and stopped a young woman who looked like a punk, "Miss, would you doa favor?" The punk breathed

out smoke, not interested in talking to Cynthia until she saw a pile of cash Cynthia gave her. Then she asked

earnestly, "What's the matter?"

When Cynthia emerged again, she saw the punk was pushing a drink in her hand to Patrick's lips. Judging from

her mouth, Cynthia knew that she was trying to persuade Patrick to drink.

Probably because he was in a bad mood, Patrick accepted the drink from her and emptied it.

"That's great!"

Seeing the drugged cocktail was taken by Patrick, Cynthia was utterly excited!

According to her original plan, the punk should have left after giving Patrick the drink, but she was now still by

Patrick's side, regardless of Cynthia's order!

With her eyes cold, Cynthia cto them, acting like she was Patrick's wife. Cynthia glared at the punk

obsessed with the good-looking man until she turned around. Since she had accepted Cynthia's money, the punk

touched her nose and let out a hollow laugh before she left slowly with regret.

When facing Patrick, Cynthia quickly switched to a gentle look. "I'm back."

This time, Patrick didn't even bother to say a word. He merely nodded.

Since Cynthia had achieved half of her goal, she decided to patiently wait for the drug Patrick had taken to kick

in before she took him away.

Sure enough, the drug provided by

her cousin did not disappoint

Cynthia. Besides, Rei @ldohol,