Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 629

Of course Hayes did not see her. In the short moment between Amelia falling back into her seat and Hayes

looking back, Sissi had already adjusted her skirt and sat down in her seat within the span of only a few seconds.

Hayes began to feel unsettled and disturbed. Did Amelia see something that he could not see, which was why

she was acting so strangely?

He started to fidget at the idea of that. "Uh... President Ramsay, | just remembered that | have somewhere |

need to be, so I'll excuse myself first."

When Amelia replied by only casting him an absentminded glance, Hayes caught sight of the pools of tears

swirling in her beautiful eyes. Shaken, his initial intention to leave diminished in an instant.

He unconsciously dropped the formal tone he adopted when he talked business and asked Amelia caringly as a

man would to a woman, "President Ramsay, are you alright?"

Amelia merely lowered her gaze and sniffled.

"Mr. Sanders, I'm sorry for spoiling your fun. I'm fine, actually. You can just take it as I'm having a seizure..."

"How are you fine when you're clearly crying?" Mr. Sanders sighed, "To tell you the truth, President Ramsay, | find

it the most unbearable when women cry. So don't cry anymore, okay?"

"Wah..." An idea popped into her mind, and Amelia quietly pinched her thigh harshly, which made her weep even

sadder and louder.

"Hey, hey!" Hayes handed her a paper towel in panic and exclaimed, "What's the matter? What's wrong? What

the hell is going on?"

With her pair of glinting and pitiful eyes, Amelia grabbed Hayes's wrist and said, "Mr. Sanders... Didn't | promise

you six per cent of bonus dividend each year just now?"

Hayes nodded his head anxiously. "Yes, you did..."

An expression of disinclination showed on her face. "But the thing is... After | agreed, | suddenly remembered

that... At the meeting this morning... The board of directors had askedto give no more than two per cent of

the annual bonus to our investors. | only secretly increased it to three per cent because | thought Mr. Sanders is

an earnest man..."

"Then, when | considered the trouble you're in, | forgot the order from the board and immediately agreed to your

requirement of the six per cent bonus each annum..."

"As soon as | agreed, | was immediately reminded of the words of those old fogeys on the board. This is bad! I'll

definitely get scolded when I return!"

Hayes peered at Amelia's hand that gripped his wrist. She was grasping him so tightly that he could almost feel

the vibrations of her tremor while she wailed.

He gazed at Amelia's pretty face with the two streaks of tears running down her face. So that was the reason

why she was behaving so strange just now, it was all because she had recalled the instruction given to her by

the board of directors.

Hayes laughed at himself for being paranoid over this.

Forget it. Although Amelia was a clumsy mess, she was still undoubtedly an interesting person. Was it even in a

president's behaviour to weep over such a minor mistake in front of an investor?

His lips twitched and Hayes took the initiative to say, "How about this, since President Ramsay is in a tight spot

because of this, we'll..."

Under her expectant and fearful gaze, Hayes deliberately paused momentarily before continuing, "Well settle on

two per cent of the annual bonus dividend. See it as my gesture of starting my friendship with you."

Amelia was surprised to hearthat. "Mr. Sanders, are you serious?" "Yes." Hayes nodded, then added, "But you

should know that I'm still attending the company's annual event."

"Of course, of course! Mr. Sanders can try your chance at the lucky draw as many times as you want!" agreed

Amelia. She raised the glass of champagne and clinked it with Mr. Sanders’.

"Also, stop callingMr. Sanders, you makefeel old when you do it. You can callHayes Sanders"

Amelia blurted out, "Hair Sander?"

Hayes corrected her as if he had done it a hundred times before. "It's Hayes Sanders, not Hair Sander. Please

take note of it, President Ramsay."

"Ahem!" Amelia coughed awkwardly in a low voice and said, "I think it's better to call you Hayes."

To which Hayes replied, "That's fine withtoo."

After that, the atmosphere seemed to have resumed the air of peacefulness from just now. However, only Amelia

knew that behind her smile hid a mind full of despair.

The dividends had absolutely nothing to do with her crying, and the board of directors did not put any pressure

on her about it either. The reason behind her tears was entirely because of Patrick and Sissi's date at this

restaurant...

However, what she did not expect was that precisely because she failed to hold back her tears, she would also

make an unexpected gain from it.

After their meal, Hayes asked chivalrously, "Did President Ramsay drive here yourself? Do you needto fetch

you back to the company?"

Amelia shook her head. "Hayes, | have my own car. You can go back first, I'll just sit here for a while more."

Hayes lowered his head and took a look at his watch. He then stood up and said, "I'll get going then. Well talk

next time." "Okay, bye. Drive safe."

Watching Hayes as he disappeared out the door of the restaurant, the mask of a smile that Amelia had plastered

on her face finally fell. After a moment of hesitation, she took out her new mobile phone from her leather bag

and dialled a number.

Moments passed.

A languid male voice reverberated from the opposite side of the phone, "Hello, it's me."

Amelia looked right at the table in front of her where he was and asked, despite knowing the answer, "Mr.

Hopper, where are you?"

"In the office." His voice was low and deep, as if he did not want Sissi to hear him.

Amelia clenched her fingers around the phone. She uttered, "In the office? Then are you busy now?"

"No, I'm not. It's lunch break now," replied Patrick.

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Amelia explained sincerely, "It's like this... | just invited an investor for a coffee nearby our company. | wonder if

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Patrick said with a faint annoyance in his tone, "Haven't | told you to try to move your social meetings to after

work?"

Amelia answered, sounding aggrieved, "But | have another meeting to attend to after I get off work."

"Why do you have so many arrangements?" refuted Patrick, clearly displeased.

"Mind you, I'm the acting chair now. Of course I'm going to be busy," muttered Amelia, cupping her cheek with

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Amelia interrupted dejectedly, "That's to say, you're regretting it?"

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