Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 789

As the manager was introducing the clothing in her store, Amelia's cell phone rang and interrupted her.

Amelia took her phone out of her leather bag and found that it was from Jonathan.

She turned back and said to the manager, "Please excuse me." She then went to a silent corner and picked up

the phone.

"Hello, Uncle Tucker, it's me."

"President Ramsay, where are you now? The people from the environment protection bureau said that the waste

our canteen produced is exceeding the safety limit and they're asking to meet you!"

Upon hearing this, Amelia's first response was, "It's not the tfor examination yet, isn't it?"

Jonathan hesitated for a moment and said, "President Ramsay, I'm not sure if you've heard of a 'spot check’

before?"

Amelia, who was despised by Jonathan answered calmly, "I understand. It was like my form teacher checking on

us through the classroom window."

Jonathan was helpless. "That's enough, President Ramsay. This isn't the tto be joking. I think these people

are coming for you!"

Amelia thought, "Hmnn, right. There are so many directors in the company. Why would the environment

protection bureau only ask for me?" "Alright, Uncle Tucker. I'll be right there. Just hold them on forfirst."

"Sure!"

After the call ended, Amelia turned around anxiously and immediately met Patrick's gloomy eyes. "Are you

leaving?"

"Are you eavesdropping?"

"If you are talking on the phone in public, you should be aware of being heard by others."

Fine, he could always make her speechless.

Amelia bit her lips and whispered, "Uncle Tucker wantsto go back to the company."

Patrick snorted unhappily. "Jonathan, that old man, he would always interruptat critical moments. Are you

sure he didn't do it on purpose?"

But as he saw the anxiety in Amelia's eyes, Patrick did not force her to stay. He just said coldly, "Before you

leave, you have to change your dress, right?"

"Well, I'm sure | know this." As her voice fell, Amelia went back to the manager but she did not have the tto

listen to any more introduction. She randomly picked two suits and went into the fitting room. Three minutes

later.

Amelia, who had changed into a new set of clothes, walked out of the fitting room.

Everyone who saw her praised her for having such a good figure. With the grasping in awe beside her, Amelia

glanced at herself in the mirror and nodded. "This would do."

Hearing this, the manager said hurriedly, "Then I'll wrap it up for you!"

"There's no need to. I'll just wear it." Amelia said as she pulled her credit card out of her wallet. When she was

about to hand it over to the manager, Patrick rushed over and caught her hand. Amelia raised her head towards

Patrick only to find out that his glance was not friendly.

"Just letdo it."

"Okay then." Amelia did not insist because it might trigger Patrick's chauvinism.

She twisted her hand that was holding the card, signally Patrick to let go but he did not.

As he held Amelia's hand, Patrick asked the manager, "How much is this suit?"

The manager was really good at talking. "Mr.

Hopper's and Madam Ramsay's visit is already an honor for us, how dare we ask for more? Besides, it's a live

advertisement that the two of you are purchasing in our store. This isn't something we can obtain by selling

clothes."

However, Patrick was really stubborn. "How much is it exactly?"

He was buying clothes for his own woman, to do so he wanted to pay for it, he did not want it to be given just

because he was Patrick!

The store manager held back and let out a choke. She then looked up and saw that Patrick was determined, so

she said, "It's 7,500, if you have the Roxxon department VIP card, | can give you a 5% discount.’ Patrick replied

with a hum and took a silver card out from his pocket with the other hand and handed it to the owner.

After the manager took the silver card respectfully, she turned and walked towards the front desk.

Along the way, she heard her ignorant employees talking about 'Mr. Hopper are being impartial’, 'he'll never take

any advantage of others' and so on...

The manager shook her head as she heard this. She wanted to gift this set of clothes to curry his favor, but since

he was willing to pay for it, so he would not have owed her a favor.

While the manager was printing the receipt, Amelia glanced at the hand that was clenched tightly by Patrick. She

frowned and said, "Can you let go ofnow?"

However, Patrick intentionally tightened his grip, she wanted Amelia to cry out in pain.

Amelia let out a sigh, Patrick really was a madman!

He clearly saw that she was holding a credit card, but he still grab her hand with so much strength!

The credit card was almost embedded into her palm!

Seeing Amelia in pain, Patrick asked sarcastically, "What are you thinking? How dare you pay by yourself when

I'm standing here?"

Amelia thought it was not a big deal. "It was just a matter of convenience. Didn't | agree after you said you

wanted to pay for me?"

"Such convenience President Ramsay, | think you just didn't want to spend my money. Have you grown to be

independent?" From what Amelia heard, Patrick calling her President Ramsay was more like an insult than a

compliment.

In front of the dignified Roxxon Corporation, who would have the absolute confidence to pat their chests and say

that they were fully grown and could survive independently?

It was like a kid showing off his fist in front of an

adult!

Amelia looked at him unreasonably and said, "I don't understand. Why does handing out a credit card makes you

think this much? It's the 21 st century now and | advocate that men and women should be equal. It's just a set of

clothes. Whoever pays for it will be fine. You don't have to speak so harshly, do you?"

Patrick narrowed his eyes. "Have you ever thought of paying Owen when you wore the dress he bought?"

Amelia snorted and said, "I borrowed the dress from Nora, and I'll return it when the tcomes. Why would we

need to talk about money? It's so tacky!"

Patrick was so angry that he laughed and said, "Well, it's fine for you to pay me. But when it goes to Owen, it

would then be tacky to pay him. You really are something, Amelia Ramsay!"

He was her husband. It was absolutely fine for him to spend on her. However, she was the only one who was

constantly avoiding it!

Amelia smoothed her thought and suddenly asked curiously, "What the hell is going on with you? Ever since | got

in the car, you've always been weird whenever Owen is mentioned. How did he offend you? Are you angry

because he tookin for a night and didn't ignoreas you did?"

Patrick's expression twisted for a moment. "It's not because of this!"

Right at this moment, the manager ctowards them and disturbed the tense atmosphere. She then said, "Mr.

Hopper this is your card and Madam Ramsay, this is your receipt, please keep it." "Thank you!" Amelia looked at

the manager gratefully.

She took the receipt from the manager and rolled it up carefully. When she was about to put it in her pocket,

Patrick seized it, he kneaded it into a lump angrily and threw it into a nearby trash can. Seeing this, Amelia

frowned again. In order to prevent herself from losing her temper on the spot, she turned around and left without

saying a word.