Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 500

""Amelia was stunned for a moment, and then

her face flushed red, "Yes! But other than him, | don't know any of the men-in-black! They look so fierce at home.

I..I'm scared!"

Patrick replied, "There's nothing to be scared of. You'll get used to it after a while."

Upon hearing that, the blue veins of Amelia's hand that was holding the mobile phone bulged to the surface. She

said, "Where are you now? Cback soon! We need to talk, face-to-face."

"I'm watching a performance at Royal Joy Club. I don't think I'll go back so early. If you're tired, you can go to bed

first."

Patrick's relaxed tone made Amelia wished she could have any superpowers that allowed her to put her hands

through the microphone and strangle him to death!

She rolled her eyes, pretended to be playful, and teased, "Mr. Hopper, didn't you say that I love one thing today

and another tomorrow? It's just that besides me, there are only men in this house. | can hook up with whoever |

want!"

Patrick's voice suddenly chilled. "Don't make me

angry."

Amelia wanted to beat Patrick at his own gand said, "If you don't want to be cuckolded, get them to leave

as soon as possible!"

She had thought that Patrick would take a step back to keep his dignity. However, he smiled gloomily and said,

"To tell you the truth, they are all physically disabled in the lower parts of their body. So, Mrs. Hopper, it's a pity

that they can't satisfy you."

Amelia was appalled. "Are you a psychopath?"

Patrick said softly, "I pay them. How can | be regarded as a psychopath? They can't wait to thank me, actually."

After that, he hung up the phone unhurriedly and drove Amelia to her wits' end.

She dealt sfurious blows to Patrick's pillow and then heard her stomach grumbled in the next second. She

decided not to aggrieve herself anymore. She left the room with a darkened face, faced Huxton who was

guarding by the door, and said, "I'm hungry! Is there anything to eat?"

Huxton lowered his head and looked at her. "No. Mr. Hopper said your culinary skills are so good to the point

where it's completely self-sufficient."

"" F*ck! Even the imprisoned had food delivered

to them!

Staring at the handsand polite young man in front of her, Amelia could not help remembering Patrick's

words, 'They are all physically disabled in the lower parts of their body.' She thought to herself, "Why am |

getting angry with a disabled person? That's against the core values of the society!"

She rolled up both of her sleeves and prepared to show her capabilities.

Seeing this, Huxton moved and followed her down the stairs into the kitchen, executing Patrick's orders to the

tee.

Amelia told herself to pretend that there was no one else there, but when she turned around to look for salt and

bumped into Huxton, her eyes lit up with irritation. "Can't you stand a little further away?" Huxton did not back

down a single step and said, "Mr. Hopper said to protect Mrs. Hopper closely at all times."

Amelia tried to reason with him. "Huxton, this is the kitchen, which turns out to be one of my most familiar

places. | don't need your protection here."

"Your safety can be compromised in the kitchen. If | leave and something explodes immediately..."

"Shut up!" Amelia glared at him with her dazzling eyes, thinking about how much Huxton resembled his master.

His words were exactly as Patrick would say.

Huxton nodded elegantly and stood his ground in silence.

Amelia bitterly turned her head away and sprinkled the salt that she had retrieved into the soup. As a result, she

lost half of the bottle of salt for being too heavy-handed... Huxton, who was standing behind her, promptly

replied, "This soup looks salty."

"I! Know!" Amelia was not in a good mood. She raised her hand to pour a bowl! of water into the boiling soup pot

to dilute it.

After stime, Amelia uncovered the pot with a lid, and a pot of delicious fish soup cinto view.

Seeing that the soup was stewed milky white, Amelia smiled with satisfaction. Sure enough, the best way to

comfort a foodie was to eat.

She was about to use her napkin to grab the two 'ears' of the pot and placed the fish soup on the table when

Huxton said, "Mrs. Hopper, it's not enough to cook just one portion." "It's enough." Amelia said decisively.

She decided to go for the fish first, then put a little rice vermicelli into the stew to cook. The vermicelli would

absorb the essence of the fish then it would be delectable. Huxton stared into her eyes and said seriously, "It

really isn't enough. | have so many brothers withthat still haven't had dinner." Amelia was floored.

After a pause, Huxton pointed at himself, "Including me."

In the face of his shamelessness, Amelia's hands trembled with anger. "Patrick had sent you all to torture me,

didn't he?"

"Mrs. Hopper, we're responsible for taking care of you, and you're responsible for filling our stomachs. It's fair

trade." Huxton said. "Then you all can leave!"

"Mrs. Hopper, please don't say anything unrealistic. Or we'll be in trouble." Huxton said as if he was being

threatened.

Amelia was so angry that she trampled her feet in a circle and said, "Huxton, don't think that | will tolerate you

limitlessly just because you have a physiological defect!" Huxton frowned and asked, "Physiological defect?"

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At the stime, at Royal Joy Club.

In the magnificent box, under the atmosphere of extravagance and indulgence, the lights crossed and reflected

two equally handsfaces.

Both of them were sitting on both sides of the sofa, and one of the reflections belonged to Patrick.

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"The lousiest." Charles thought that no one would pick up his cell phone even if it fell on the street.

Patrick wiped the phone's screen with his finger, smiled, and said, "Oh, I'm happy with it."

Noticing that Patrick was stroking the screen of his phone from tto time, Charles wore a thoughtful

expression. "This can't be your birthday present from your wife, is it?"

The words 'birthday present’ hurtled into Patrick's ears and instantly aroused sunpleasant memories. At that

time, if he had not drunk the booze that he should not have at the bar, how could he miss the cake that Amelia

made for him?

Thinking of the homemade birthday cake he missed, a trace of distaste flashed across Patrick's eyes.

Knock knock knock...

Right at this moment, someone rapped on the door.

"Cin," Charles said.

The door opened, and the lobby manager filed into the box with more than a dozen women behind him, all with

bare faces of standard beauty and graceful figures.

Under the waiting eyes of the two

major shareholders, the lobby

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