Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 801

Patrick pursed his lips. He could not believe that he was so useless when it cto cooking!

He decided to give it a shot himself.

When he took the first bite of the food, Patrick immediately realized that he had been fooled by Amelia!

What was the point of feeling uneasy for long? And he even saddened by Amelia's comments.

Looking up, he saw her stifling her grin. He then asked in a low voice, "Are you happy pulling pranks on me?"

Seeing him speaking through his clenched teeth, Amelia immediately shook her head and said, "No... | was just

kidding."

"Kidding, huh?" Patrick tightened his grip on his chopsticks and his eyes glowed with anger. He asked in a low yet

serious tone, "Do you know how much effort I've put into this meal?" In the end, everything was ignored casually

by this woman!

Hearing this, Amelia wanted to laugh. She was the one who washed, cut and seasoned the meat and vegetables.

Where did he get the nerve to say that

he had put in a lot of effort in this meal?

Thinking of this, she could not help but blurt out, "Oh, what a nobleman! Just adding a little seasoning and you

want to take the credit?"

Patrick's face changed. With a thud, his chopsticks were on the floor. He then kicked the chair away and went

upstairs!

"Hey, you haven't wiped your mouth yet..." Amelia stared at the back of Patrick in disbelief. Then she realized

that this was the second man who had been pissed off by her that night... She looked back at the dishes on the

table absentmindedly. Obviously, most of them were done by her. But at this time, she could not help starting to

ask herself, was she wrong?

A part of her feminine nature was blaming her. Why did she have to compete with Patrick?

All she had to do was just to admit that he was the one who did everything and complimented him on the

wonderful meal he had cooked. It would have been fine if she had done that. Amelia sighed and began to eat

absent-mindedly. Just then, Patrick cback with a cold expression on his face!

Unable to hide her joy, Amelia said, "You're back!"

Patrick snorted coldly, pulled out the chair, and sat down. Under the careful gaze of Amelia, he began eating.

Seeing that he did not pay attention to her, Amelia's heart sank unconsciously.

Patrick might have thought that it would be good enough for such an outstanding man like him to be willing to

help her season the dishes. How was it possible to let her be picky? Thinking of this, Amelia finally said, "Well, |

didn't mean to say those things that hurt your self-esteem just now. Actually, you have done a good job..."

Her explanation did not seem to leave an impact on Patrick's impassive face. She gritted her teeth and decided

to say it in another way. "You know what! | am actually jealous! | envy that you could adjust the seasonings so

properly that it made the dishes so delicious even it was your first tcooking. Yours are way better than the

first dish that | cooked by comparison. So for an instant, | was blinded by my jealousy and blurted out such

horrible words. Mr. Hopper, | hope you don't mind."

After prattling on and on for long, Patrick was finally willing to give her a glance and asked doubtfully, "Really?"

"Yes, it is..." Amelia nodded her head incessantly, worried that Patrick would not believe her.

Certainly, Patrick did not believe it!

However, the sweet words of Amelia had made his anger subside for no reason and even stimulated his appetite.

Seeing that his expression softened, Amelia quietly heaved a sigh of relief, and then asked puzzledly, "Mr.

Hopper, didn't you leave just now? Why did you suddenly cback?"

"If I didn't cback, all my hard work would have been devoured by you."

He looked so natural when he said those words out as if all the dishes had really been prepared on his own and

Amelia just simply benefited from him.

Amelia had already made up her mind not to be angry with Patrick, so she could not care less about what he

said. She just chuckled and continued eating with him. After the meal...

Amelia was ready to clean up the table, but Patrick stopped her and asked, "Tomorrow is Saturday. Have you got

any plans?"

Amelia glanced at him in astonishment. "Are you going to askout on a date?"

Patrick was stunned. "Well, not really..."

But it sounded like 'yes'.

Amelia responded, "I'll be free tomorrow..."

"Well, then I'll take you to look for a new car." "No, you don't have to do that."

"You promisedstago."

Amelia's eyes looked a little confused. "Really? When?"

Patrick's eyes darkened. "On the day when you and Kaiden went out."

Amelia thought for a moment and it seemed to be true. "Actually, it's not necessary. | don't care at all."

Her casual words irritated Patrick a little. "Don't care about what? Don't care about my phone call that day, or

don't care about what | asked you on the phone and what you promised me?" Amelia turned her body sideways

so as to avoid his aggressive gaze. "No, | mean, | don't care whether or not | have a car. Anyway, Northville's

transportation is very convenient. | can handle it all by myself." But was it really workable?

Her belly had not changed much yet, but it did not mean that it would never change. What if one day she was

standing on the subway or a bus with a baby bump and was robbed again? What should she do? Could she

protect the baby in her belly?

Perhaps it was tfor her to buy a car for herself. But how could she convince Patrick to let her pay for it?

While Amelia was lost in her thoughts, Patrick said, "You're really obstinate. | believe you can do it yourself. But

you are my wife. Patrick's wife. Don't you feel ashamed that you need to take the subway every day? | find it

humiliating."

So that was what he was worried about, his dignity.

Amelia suddenly felt that her idea just a moment ago was funny. She actually thought that Patrick at least cared

about her safety on the trip.

"That's it. I'll take you to the car dealer tomorrow." Before her second refusal, Patrick said decisively.

The next day.

When Amelia woke up, she lifted the quilt subconsciously to check her clothes.

Her clothes were neat and tidy, without any trace of being messed up.

Upon seeing this, Amelia let out a sigh of relief.

The previous night, Patrick insisted on sleeping on the sbed. For the sake of the baby in her belly, she

refused without a doubt.

Later, Patrick had promised her repeatedly that he would not touch her before she agreed. But if she refused

again, he would not be polite to her! Sceptically lying down, she stared at him alertly in the dark. However,

Patrick did what he said and cuddled her to sleep.

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