Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 67

Amelia muttered in disbelief, "How? Unless you're a magician."

Patrick smirked and said, "You bet? If | can sort it out, | can do whatever | want on you."

Hearing this, Amelia asked, "What if you fail?"

Staring at her clear watery eyes, Patrick's eyes were a little deeper, saying, "Then you can do whatever you want

on me."

His undisguised hint made her heart beat faster, and hurriedly left with a sentence, "Find it first!"

As soon as she left, Patrick immediately called his elder brother.

Hearing the rumbling the train passing on the track, Patrick asked, "Brother, are you back from military training?"

Owen voice sounded a little tired, "Yep, I'll get hin the afternoon."

Patrick said thoughtfully, "Then could you doa favor?"

"In trouble again, boy?"

"No way. It's just that a small trouble and after thinking about it, you're the only one who can help." Patrick said.

"Tell me." Owen said.

"Helpfind a ring..." Patrick began.

Before he could describe what the ring looked like, Owen interrupted him, "Second Young Master, you treat me

like a dog?"

Patrick smiled and said, "Brother, don't look down upon dogs. They have a better nose than you."

Owen threatened, "You laugh at me? Lethang up."

"No!!" Patrick quickly stopped him and said, "Brother, that's the wedding ring | bought for Amelia."

Owen was silent for a moment and said, "You can lose your wedding ring today and the other day you'll lose your

wife!"

After teasing him, Owen agreed, "Letcall the elites of my department to conduct a carpet search for you,

okay?"

Patrick said happily, "Brother, you're the one who really loves me."

Owen snorted and said, "By the way, mom asked us to dine at htonight. Bring your wife with you."

"Okay." Patrick answered.

In the evening, The Hopper Family.

Leaves fell from the yellow pear trees on both sides of the green belt. The servants bowed their heads and swept

them. Amelia looked at them in the sunset, as if the pear blossoms bloomed when they were here last time.

Seeing her standing still, Patrick asked, "What are you looking at?"

"It's almost autumn, isn't it?" Amelia asked softly.

"Yes." Patrick answered.

"Tflies." Amelia sighed.

Sometimes, it was good that you can't feel the tflying, which proves that you lived comfortably and

peacefully.

On the contrary, the pain would make a pessimistic person feel as if he had lived for many years.

If possible, she wanted to go on living so calmly with Patrick.

Entering the room, Amelia was stopped by Florence before she could sit down. "Younger sister-in-law, bring me

justice!"

Amelia blinked and asked, "What's wrong?"

Florence began her complaint, "Your friend!"

Feeling her voice was too high, Florence glanced at Patrick and saw that him focusing on the chessboard with

Howard. Then she continued, "I just accidentally wet his pants, then he complained to my supervisor as soon as

leaving the plane, which madeunable to resmy work until today."

As Florence's sister-in-law and Milton's friend, Amelia had to be fair, "Milton really went too far, but I'm afraid you

tricked him intentionally, did you?"

Florence puffed out her cheeks like a cute goldfish, saying, "Sister-in-law, it was he that got so close to you with

a bad intention. | just wanted to teach him a lesson, how could he feel wronged?" Amelia couldn't help laughing

and said, "Alright, letask Milton to contact your supervisor to withdraw his complaint. Don't be angry."

"No way!" Florence argued, "Sister-in-law, givethat weird man's number. I'm going to argue with

him."

Amelia was a little embarrassed, but on the second thought, Milton was sharp and it was unlikely that Florence

would win, so she told Florence Milton's cell phone number. And then Florence inputted the phone number of the

quirky man who hated her so much. At the angle that Amelia could not see clearly, a naughty smile appeared on

his face.

On the other side-

Receiving Owen's family at the door, Eve smiled happily and held Andrew on her left hand and Ashley on the

right hand. She glanced at Owen's crippled foot with sympathy. The high-intensity training organized by the state

had caused Owen's previous injuries to relapse. However, as the team leader, he completed the mission

regardless of the pain. When Nora picked up him at the train station, Owen got off with a crutch, and Nora burst

into tears immediately.

Eve felt more sorrow upon seeing the hurt leg.

Everyone in the living room was shocked when they saw Owen.

Florence's eyes reddened and said, "Brother, why didn't you let us know that you're injured?"

"What's the point? Can you persuade him to chome?" Patrick mocked Florence.

"Second brother, you are so hard-hearted!" Florence shouted angrily.

Patrick did not bicker with his sister but walked into the storage room. When he cout, there was a cart in his

hand.

It was bought many years ago when Owen's leg was shot and couldn't walk on the ground after the operation.

With the help of Nora, Owen sat down and then changed the topic as if nothing had happened, "Sorry, I'm late."

Howard left the chessboard and stood up, saying, "Everyone's here. Let's start."

Hearing this, Eve asked the housekeeper to serve all the dishes.

On the table, Amelia was cutting the crab meat. Recently, the imperial crab had been harvested so well that she

couldn't stop eating.

Sitting in front of her, Patrick saw her playing with crab pincers with pink nails, which added a new flavor to the

crab. He said, "Mrs. Hopper, | wanna have scrabs." Florence put down her chopsticks and said, "Patrick, are

you crazy? You had a crab allergy when you were a child!"

Patrick stubbornly said, "That's what | used to do. Now I'm okay."

Hearing he was so sure, Amelia reluctantly pushed the plate of imperial crab to him.

But his face darkened and said in a gloomy tone, "Mrs. Hopper, | want the one you picked."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem..." Others were choked, thinking Patrick acting like a spoiled child.

Seeing Patrick's eyes had been stuck to the crab on her fingertips. She swallowed the crab immediately and said

vaguely, "What's the purpose of your hands? Serve yourself." "Mrs. Hopper has learned to contradict with me."

Patrick thought.

But he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he felt that this was what Amelia was.