Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 559

Amelia's tender back stiffened. "Fine! It'swho like to meddle in other people's business!"

After she finished her words, she turned and left.

"Amelia, stop right there!"

Patrick subconsciously wanted to chase after her. But before that, he had one more important thing to do, which

was to search the photo album in his phone and lock it!

As for the four-digit code, Patrick used a birthday as the password because it was memorable. After that, he put

the phone into his pocket.

Amelia could not help but she stopped walking when she heard Patrick's roar from behind. She had another

important thing to do beside bringing his phone to him!

Amelia changed her facial expression to make herself look less angry. She returned to the study room's door.

Then she raised her eyes and looked at the man who was one head taller than her, "Didn't you say you would

teachhow to talk nicely? Let's do it now!"

Although Patrick saw that she was smiling, however it did not cfrom the bottom of her heart. It was even

somewhat reluctant. Suddenly, he becsomewhat unhappy and said, "Is this the way you want someone to

teach you something?"

Amelia ground her teeth. However, for the sake that she could go out next time, she still tried to cooperate as

much as possible. "Dear Mr. Hopper, can you teach me? What should | say to please you?"

She thought there would be no problem if she talked like this. However, Patrick said in a sarcastic tone, "Too

hypocritical." Amelia was so angry, "Do you want to teach me? If worse comes to worst, | will just climb out from

the first floor window!" Patrick frowned and said, "If you dare to climb out from the window, | will ask someone to

glue it up!"

Amelia was anxious and said, "Then I'll dig a hole in the ground and get out!"

Patrick said, "Are you a rat?"

Amelia curled her lips and said, "I'm determined to fight against evil forces to the end!"

When Patrick looked at her expression, he was both angry and amused. He said, "Don't you want to learn? Let's

go. I'll teach you now."

After he finished talking, he walked passed her and went to the stairs.

Amelia grimaced at his back. Then she followed him downstairs to see what tricks he could teach!

There was a bar counter not far away from the living room.

When she looked around, she saw that the wine rack was filled with all kinds of wine collected by Patrick.

Amelia was not very interested in wine. However, she recognized that a few of them were expensive and could

be called the best-manufactured wine. It was so extravagant to just look at the wine, let alone drinking them.

The design of the bar counter was similar to that western cowboy bar. There was two wooden panels that could

be pushed back and forth freely. Patrick stretched out his hand and pushed them open. The two wooden panels

opened and he walked in.

When Patrick turned around, he saw Amelia standing there in a daze. He urged, "Why are you standing outside?

Cin."

"What | want to learn doesn't seem to be drinking," Amelia said.

"Ha! Drinking wine will helpbetter with my teaching." Patrick smiled.

Amelia walked into the room half-believing him.

Then, Patrick turned and took a bottle of wine aged 1990 from the wine rack. He got two goblets as well. Then he

quickly opened the lid and poured the wine. The wine displayed beautiful golden color. When it swayed in the

glittering and translucent glass, it was very charming.

"Well, this is yours." When the wine was poured to almost thirty percent full, Patrick turned the glass and handed

it elegantly to Amelia.

Amelia talked to herself, "I don't care what tricks Patrick is playing. At least | can drink wine that | absolutely

can't taste at normal days. It's worth it!"

When Amelia reached out to take the wine glass, she lowered her head and took a sip.

"Okay." When the aroma of the grape wine was being sipped into Amelia's taste buds, it was so fragrant that

made her eyes lit up. She unconsciously raised the glass and drank more in one gulp. Patrick saw her

performance and could not help but smile. "Nice right?"

Amelia put down the empty glass and said with a slight regret, "There are so many good wine at home. Why

don't you share withbefore?"

Patrick answered honestly, "These are all rare collections. There will be one less good wine in the world if we

drink it."

Amelia looked at him with a pitying smile and said, "It turns out that you are quite stingy as well, these

wine must be very expensive."

Patrick said lightly, "It's not money that | fell sorry about. It's the wine itself."

Amelia opened her beautiful eyes wide. "Then why do you letto drink it? You won't regret it later and ask me

spit it out, will you?"

"No. You can drink as much as you want." Patrick poured her another glass of wine.

"That's good.'Amelia felt completely relieved when she heard this. Then she gulped down all the wine that he

had just poured, one glass after another.

She clicked her tongue. Why was the wine so good? It was not as bitter and astringent as other wine. Amelia

could not stop drinking.

Patrick had been watching Amelia's every move and in the end he only drank a little.

When Amelia really got enough of the grape wine's taste, the whole bottle of wine was finished by her. "I'm

sorry, | drank up all your wine."

"Want smore?" Patrick who was standing by the side, enticed.

Amelia could not help but ask, "Is it okay?"

"For you, it's okay." said Patrick as he stood up from the sofa and took a bottle of unopened liquor from the wine

rack. He used a wine screwdriver to pry open the cork.

When Amelia saw Patrick returned with a bottle of Remy Martin, she crinkled her eyes and said sharply, "This is

not wine."

Patrick asked, "Wouldn't it be better to drink something else?"

Amelia waved her hand and said, "But | still think wine tastes better. If it's not wine, then forget about it."

"Just a glass." Patrick acted quickly. "Look, I've poured it for you. Just try it."

"Alright then." Amelia stretched out her hand to take it over.

She was quite sober initially.

However, the effect of the wine came

later. After finishing the Reeay Martin,

sfre feltith4? these two alcohol drinks

seemed to be fighting in her mind.

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"Amelia..."

Who? Who was calling her?

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crumbling, he took it and put it on the table. He smiled at her and said, "Are you alright?"

Amelia hesitated and said, "My head... Why...why do | suddenly feel so dizzy?"

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Patrick's smile deepened. It was the

right thing to feel dizzy. It wag easier

to get dys when dfirking two types

oFaldohiol together. That was why he

advised her to drink Remy Martin.

"Mrs. Hopper, you are drunk." He used his index finger to pick up her sleepy face and whispered in her ear.

Amelia squint her beautiful eyes into a line. She subconsciously rested her head on his shoulder when she felt

something warm approaching.

Patrick was satisfied with her sense of dependence. He resisted the urge to carry her back to the room ande said

with patience, "It's your learning tnow. You can't fall asleep."