Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 377

"Stop right there!" Granny Hopper shouted in a domineering manner. "Where's Amelia? The sas you, she

didn't cback last night. Do you know where she is?"

The frown on Patrick's face was deeper. "You can call her and ask yourself."

Granny Hopper pressed her lips. They didn't make a phone call for fear of interrupting the couple, only to find

that Patrick cback alone this morning. So they hadn't stayed together at all.

Seeing the worries in Granny Hopper's eyes, Florence patted the crumbs off her hands and said, "Grandma, I'll

call Amelia right away..."

Just as she finished speaking, there was a creaking sound from the gate. The door was opened and a slender

figure walked in.

"I'm back," Amelia said, standing still.

Granny Hopper was cheered up from her previous concerns. "Amelia, chere quickly. The porridge is still

warm. I'm preparing you one bowl."

Florence asked, pretending to be jealous, "Grandma, who is your real granddaughter?"

Granny Hopper ignored that and went busy for

Amelia. Amelia went into the kitchen and said in a flattered tone, "Grandma, | can do it by myself."

Granny Hopper grabbed Amelia's hands, which were holding the bowl, and asked one question after another,

"Weren't you with Patrick last night? Why did he cback first today? Has he treated you poorly again?"

"It's a bit complicated. To put it simply, | was with Mr. Hopper yesterday. It was just that | received a call from my

family this morning saying that my father's condition has improved. So | went to the hospital to see my father

first."

"Is that so? Did your father wake up?"

Amelia repeated what the doctor had said to her to Granny Hopper.

Granny Hopper sighed with regret and said, "Medical technology is so advanced nowadays. If the doctors in

Northville are not good enough, we could hire doctors from abroad. We'll cure your father!" "Thank you,

grandma!" Amelia said gratefully.

After hastily finishing a bowl! of porridge, Amelia put down her chopsticks and went upstairs to knock on the door

of Patrick's study.

"Who is it?" "It's me.

"Cin."

After receiving his permission, Amelia pushed the door open and entered the room. She found Patrick was sitting

in a large office chair with his fingers lightly tapping on the table, looking as if he was deep in thought.

"There's something | want to ask you," she said.

"Good. | also have something to tell you, too." He replied.

Willing to wait for her turn, Amelia said, "Oh, you go first."

Patrick closed his eyes and spoke out the words that he had been preparing for a long time. "I had... sex with

Cynthia last night."

Amelia thought mechanically, "Is this a formal reply?"

Cynthia could lie to Amelia, but it didn't mean that Patrick would do the same. Now that he had admitted it

himself, it was not an exaggeration to say that her heart was broken to pieces!

After a while, she asked with difficulty, "What's your plan?"

"I..." Patrick was lost in thought. If only it was someone else, but it was the one who had saved him. How could

he explain it to Cynthia and her family?

Seeing that he was in a dilemma, Amelia coldly decided for him. "Do you want to divorceand take

responsibility for her?"

"No!" Patrick rejected, feeling pain in his heart.

His reaction was unusually strong as if Amelia had poked the most vulnerable part of him.

Amelia opened her red lips. "So let's meet each other halfway. Are you giving her money to send her away?"

"That's the only way," Patrick rubbed his eyebrows and said.

"Well, according to the plan, she will fly to the United States tomorrow, and you should compensate her at one

time. From then on, you won't contact each other anymore! At least, don't do that in front of me!" With that,

Amelia shook her hands and was about to leave.

The next second, Patrick quickly went in front of her and said with guilt, "It's my fault this time. | promise that

such a thing would never happen again!"

Amelia looked straight into his eyes and said word by word, "You promised so easily. If you can't do it, please

don't say it." After a pause, she said in a low voice, "In fact, when Cynthia askedto pick you up at the hotel

last night, | no longer believed in your promise."

Patrick took a step forward and asked in surprise, "What? You've cto the hotel to look for me?"

"Not only did I 'look for you', | even stayed with you for the rest of the night in place of Cynthia. | didn't leave

until early in the morning!"

Amelia knew Patrick had a shortcoming, which was that he would be forgetful when he drank. He had forgotten

Amelia's existence, but he remembered having sex with Cynthia. It was obvious that a wife was never as good as

a mistress.

Patrick fell into a trance at first, then he seemed to be enlightened before he was finally relieved. "I see! | see!"

he said happily.

Amelia asked, "What do you mean?" Except the tone sounded more like she was wondering what was wrong with

him.

With his originally dark eyes turning

as dazzling as stars, Patrick

impulsively kissed Amelia on her

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cheek. "No wonder it felt so-fanifar.

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