NovelEnglishChapter 631
Amelia returned his stare. She was reminded that she needed to talk about something with him, and so she said,
"Order with the waitress then."
"lI want you to order for me." Patrick said shamelessly.
Amelia pursed her lips and ignored him.
"Miss, here is you Sago."
The waitress in maid costreturned with her order of papaya and coconut milk sago in no time. She did not
forget to sneak a greedy look at Patrick again.
Noticing what she was doing, Amelia said politely but firmly, "Thank you, you can go back to your work now."
Patrick's captivating eyes fixated on Amelia, as if he could not focus on anyone else whenever she was in his
vicinity.
He was waiting for Amelia to order for him.
Unfortunately, Amelia only barely conformed to his expectation by picking up the spoon to have a taste of the
sago.
"What a heartless woman!" thought Patrick, his
blood almost boiling.
And before Amelia could get a good scoop of the sago, an enormous palm blocked her from sinking her spoon
into the bowl.
Patrick then muttered aggressively by her ear, "You haven't orderedanything yet."
"I don't know what you like to drink," replied Amelia, reaching out to move the bowl away from under his hand.
"You do know it! We've been living under the sroof for so long." As if it was a game, Patrick placed his palm
back on the bowl again.
And with that, they kept going at it like that for a good while. Watching the sago as it slowly melted away into a
puddle of liquid, Amelia could not help but get a little agitated. "Patrick, do you know how childish you're being?"
"The only thing | know... is that you don't care about my daily life at all. You don't even know what I like to drink."
Patrick retorted.
Amelia sneered at his words. She said, "Are you sure you wantto care about your daily life?"
Patrick was not aware that Amelia knew about him and Sissi. He even refuted, "Isn't it almost a given that a wife
should care about her husband's daily life? Why do | have to be sure about this?"
"Since you said it yourself, you can't blme for what | say next," thought Amelia. She then spilt, "Well, let me
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtask you then, what's the use of the key that you spent such a long tsearching for last night?" All the words
he wanted to say choked and suffocated him all of a sudden.
After a long pause, he replied unnaturally, "Why do you ask?"
"You askedto care about your daily life." Amelia blinked her eyes in earnest.
Very well, her simple question had rendered Patrick speechless.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Amelia raised one of her slender brows, almost alluringly. "Didn't you say |
don't care enough about you? Why are you keeping quiet when I'm caring about you now? Is it because you want
Hang on, how did he end up being stumped by Amelia's questions?
Patrick snapped out of his reverie.
He quickly crafted an excuse in his mind and replied, "You've already seen the key, haven't you? It has a unique
design, and it's also made of gold. When one of my friends brought it back from abroad, | found it interesting and
borrowed it for a while..."
"Oh?" Amelia brushed through her hair, which was slightly unruly. She said, looking convinced, "So, have you
returned it yet?"
"1 did," Patrick answered, in case Amelia wanted to ask to take a look at it.
Amelia nodded as if she was naive and expressed, "Even the key is made of gold, your friend must be incredibly
rich."
Patrick unconsciously revealed himself as the key's owner with his tone. "What's the big deal?"
Amelia leaned forward slightly and asked with great interest, "Then, is it possible that even your friend's house is
made of gold? Wow! His mistress must be delighted, having an entire golden house to live it." The look on
Patrick's shifted. Why did he feel that the words 'mistress' were double entendre?
Noticing the subtle furrow between his eyebrows, Amelia's heart ached. He did not deny the 'golden
house'...which meant that the key was very likely to be a house key!
He had gifted a house to Sissi!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Amelia's heart was pounding so rapidly that she was about to pass out!
Patrick did not want to dwell on this dangerous topic any longer, so he said, "By the way, didn't you say you have
an appointment with an investor here? Where is he?" Amelia replied serenely, "Didn't | tell you that he left?"
Patrick narrowed his eyes. "It's only been half an hour, and you're done talking with him?"
Amelia only smiled and said, "Right, he's very efficient."
Patrick asked again, "From which company is he from?"
"Nine Toiletries and Bathroom Ware," said Amelia hastily.
"Hayes Sanders," Patrick blurted out.
"Huh?" Panic flashed in Amelia's eyes. "You know their boss?"
"Any boss that may have a slight reputation to their nin Northville, | know them all," answered Patrick
frankly.
Amelia silently pleaded that Patrick would not ask Hayes about the day, or she would be exposed.
"Our negotiation went smoothly," she said. "There's no need for you to interfere."
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Amelia's description of Hayes on the phone reminded Patrick that he was a young, talented man who did not
even have a girlfriend. And to think that he sat in this cafe chatting up his wife!
A look of fury appeared on Patrick's charming face at the thought of this. "What were you thinking, asking a
single man out to meet you in a place like this?"
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If there had not been so many changes and deceptions between them, Amelia would have been touched and
agreed with him. But at this moment...
She asked casually, "Then where do you think I should discuss business with my clients?"
"At a French restaurant or in a university?" Amelia thought ironically.
"| think the office is good enough!" answered Patrick without a second thought.
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