Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 620

"Really? Why didn't | feel it?" Dr. Scarlett blurted out.

Amelia was confused.

Astounded by her own stupidity, Dr. Scarlett scrambled to explain herself, "No, what | meant to say was... | didn't

feel the gun when he pressed onto me! F*ck! That's not right, I'm not close with him at all! Not a all! Do you

understand me?"

After snarling at Amelia, Dr. Scarlett hid her face and ran away.

Amelia blinked innocently as Dr. Scarlett scurried and was curious because she did not even say anything.

Tearing her attention away from Dr. Scarlett, Amelia lowered her head and adjusted her collar to ensure that

what should remain covered was still hidden. Then, she walked downstairs.

She felt discomfort in her legs as she descended from tto time. But she did not want Patrick to look down on

her, so she pretended as if all was fine and showed up on the first floor.

Actually, Patrick had his eyes on Amelia since the moment she stepped out of her bedroom. With that being said,

he could not wrap his head around exactly what did Dr. Scarlett say to Amelia to make her guffaw so loudly just a

moment ago.

Refusing to believe it was jealousy that he was feeling, he closed the magazine shut crudely and chucked it aside

with a flick of his wrist. Then, he got up from the sofa and strode to the kitchen with his hands in his pockets.

Amelia frowned. She did not want to go the sway as him, but her stomach had been growling at her for a

while.

She bit her lower lip. No matter how badly she wanted to turn back to where she cfrom right then and there,

she could not let herself starve just because of this.

Patrick knew that she would contemplate this train of thought, so he chose to walk towards the kitchen exactly

when she began to go down the stairs because that seemed to be the only place where both of them would be

together.

She outright refused to have dinner with Patrick alone, so Amelia asked Dr. Scarlett, who was still sulking by the

side, "Dr. Scarlett, did you have dinner before you chere?"

Dr. Scarlett shook her head. She was summoned by Huxton without notice, and it was too late to cook by then.

A smile appeared on Amelia's lips at her reply. "Why don't we eat together?" "No way!" Patrick and Huxton both

cried out in unison.

Amelia shot them both a look. It was reasonable for Patrick to object to that, but why was Huxton disagreeing

too?

"Fine then! Do you think | care?" Dr. Scarlett yelled at Huxton, her blood boiling.

Amelia scowled and cast a cold glance at Patrick. "I'm the one who's inviting Dr. Scarlett to the dining table. Who

are you two to say no to that?"

Patrick resumed his icy attitude, indicating no intention to talk to Amelia.

At this, Huxton could only answer on Patrick's behalf. "Madam, Dr. Scarlett is just an employee, she shouldn't

share the stable with you and Mr. Hopper."

Dr. Scarlett's face got so red out of anger that one could almost see steam coming out of her head.

Amelia genuinely regarded Dr. Scarlett as her friend. So, she glared into Huxton's eyes at the sight of Dr.

Scarlett's outrage and asked in a soft but firm voice, "Then, can I invite Dr. Scarlett to have dinner with us as the

hostess of this house?"

Huxton sneaked a furtive look at Patrick. He did not dare to decide without his master's permission.

Amelia's dainty face frosted. "Or, do you mean to say that | don't have the right to do so as well?"

While Huxton was stuck in a tough spot, Patrick's voice cut through the air, "Tell madam that I allow her to invite

her guest to dinner."

Huxton stared at him in astonishment. Wasn't Amelia standing right in front of them?

Looking up and seeing Huxton gawking at him like an idiot, Patrick suppressed the urge to blow his head out on

the spot and prompted, "What are you waiting for!"

"Yes, sir!" Huxton cleared his throat and said to Amelia with a strange expression, "Madam, sir has given you

permission to invite your guest to dinner."

When Amelia realised what was happening, she jeered, "Hah, then let him know that I'm grateful for his graceful

generosity."

Huxton reigned defeat and turned to tell Patrick, "Sir, madam thanked you for your generosity."

Patrick wiped his hands slowly and replied in an impassive tone, "Tell her | say 'welcome'. Having two parasites is

the sas having one anyway."

"Madam, Mr. Hopper wants to tell you that you're welcomed. Ahem..." Huxton finished the rest of Patrick's

insulting statement with a series of coughs. Amelia had heard Patrick anyway. "Patrick, you son of a b*tch!"

Amelia and Dr. Scarlett shared the ssentiment in their mind.

"Dr. Scarlett, since we're being treated as parasites..." Amelia resisted the urge to claw at Patrick's face and

ruined it. Then, she turned to Dr. Scarlett and said, "Let's eat outside."

Dr. Scarlett opened her eyes wide with a look of disbelief.

"I'm serious, dinner's on me." Amelia reached out to take Dr. Scarlett's arm, wanting to leave with her.

A scowl formed between her brows when Amelia turned around to leave. D*mn it, it still hurt...

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The sudden escalation of events horrified Huxton while Dr. Scarlett got so frightened that she

shrieked.

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Drops of red liquid dripped down Patrick's forehead but he was not fazed. He raised his gaze and looked into

Amelia's eyes, showing no emotion at all.

Amelia, who was inflamed with rage, deflated a little. His reaction was making her look as if she was throwing a

childish tantrum.

Huxton cto his senses after a few seconds and frantically handed a clean handkerchief to Patrick. He asked

nervously, "Sir, are you alright?"

Patrick received the handkerchief and took his twiping the red wine off his face, definitely not acting out as

Amelia had expected him to.

Seeing the handkerchief getting soaked and stained, Huxton retrieved a new wet towel from the washroom right

away and offered it to Patrick, but he swatted his hand away.

Looking at her slightly ashamed but otherwise pissed expression, he said to Amelia, "Mrs. Hopper, the wine is fed

to the mouth, not the face. If you

want to feedagain in the future, please do it properly."

Amelia sneered. "I'll make sure | do when | feed you sh*t!"

Her vulgarity raised Patrick's eyebrow in amusement. "It seems tothat your family doesn't teach you about

manners."