Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 907

"You don't need to tell me. | know that!"

Facing Amelia, Patrick raised his hand angrily but did not ring the doorbell. Instead, he unexpectedly covered her

red lips and rubbed them hard.

Not long ago, the corners of their lips were rubbed raw by each other's bites. Amelia's wound had finally healed

a little. But after Patrick's action, blood started oozing out of the wounds again. She gasped in pain. "Sh*t,

Patrick! You..."

It hurt so much that she could not even speak!

She caught a glimpse that Patrick had not put his hand down yet, so she quickly swat his hand away to avoid

another sneak attack!

Patrick looked at his hand and glanced at the drops of blood on his fingertip. He then asked Amelia in a deep

voice, "Does it hurt?"

"Aren't you asking nonsense! Of course, it hurts!" Amelia stared at him angrily. She spoke intermittently because

every tshe opened her mouth, the tear on her lips would capart. She was furious, but she had to take

out a tissue and put it by her lips to stop the bleeding.

"It's good if it hurts." Patrick looked away nonchalantly. He raised his hand and rang the doorbell when Amelia

was unprepared.

"Hey!" Amelia shouted angrily. She did not want to be in such a mess in front of her rival in love!

But Patrick did not care. He pressed on the doorbell three times as if he was afraid that the people in the house

could not hear him.

Amelia hurriedly took the tissue away from her mouth. She took out a concealer and a small mirror, and began

to spread it on her lips with her back facing the door.

Patrick noticed Amelia's movement and commented unceremoniously, "Wretched."

Amelia was busy putting on the makeup and had no tto pay attention to his provocation at all.

Right at this moment, the door opened.

Amelia's mind trembled. She only had a little tto look into the mirror before putting them away. With her

sneaky appearance, she really did look wretched. "Patrick..." The person who opened the door was Sissi.

Upon hearing the sound, Amelia turned around and stood beside Patrick calmly, eyeing Sissi from her head to

toes.

She was wearing a knee-length nightgown, and her figure was a little plumper since the last tthey met. As

for her face... she looked plain without her makeup. Amelia spited her out of jealousy.

Before Patrick had the chance to talk to Sissi, he heard an extremely displeased voice coming from the room.

"Humph!"

He raised his head and looked over Sissi's head. He saw Howard, who was sitting on the sofa and glaring at him.

Patrick gave him a rebellious look.

Anyway, the matter had been exposed. There was nothing left for him to hide.

Seeing this, Howard opened his eyes wide. It was fine that Patrick cto visit him for Sissi's sake, but how

dared he put on such a fierce look towards him?

At this time, Howard almost stood up to slap Patrick and shoo him off!

Why did he never learn his lesson? Did he forget how Sissi hurt him in the past?

At this moment, Patrick lowered his eyes and looked at Sissi. He asked concernedly, "Did my dad... did he

embarrass you?"

Sissi shook her head meekly. Although she did not say a word, her pitiful look made even Amelia unable to bear

it anymore.

If she had not known Sissi's character well, Amelia would have thought that Howard was the old b*stard who

cto make trouble in a weak woman's house! "Don't worry. I'll handle it."

Patrick's husky voice was like the voice of a thousand angels. Sissi could not help nodding.

Amelia could not help but express her disdain with a click of her tongue.

The sound she made was very soft, but was heard by the two people that were paying attention to her.

Patrick frowned and thought to himself, "Am | being despised?"

Sissi could no longer pretend to ignore Amelia. She looked at her and nodded politely. "Ms. Amelia Ramsay is

here too?"

Amelia nodded and said, "Yes, but don't worry about me. I'm just a bystander."

Sissi's expression froze.

A vein bulged at the corner of Patrick's forehead. He turned his head and shot Amelia a glance.

Amelia raised her eyebrows at him and looked elsewhere as if nothing had happened.

Sissi quickly adjusted her mood. "Patrick, Ms. Amelia Ramsay, please cin."

Patrick...

Ms. Amelia Ramsay...

The way she addressed them showed their relationship.

Amelia's eyes swept stealthily across Sissi's belly...which contained Patrick's baby.

What would Howard do if he knew? Would he ask Sissi to give birth to it or ask Sissi to abort it?

Amelia laughed at her own thoughts. No matter what it was, since Sissi was pregnant, their marriage was written

in blood.

Hiding the pain and hatred in her heart, Amelia followed Patrick into Sissi's house.

Inside, Howard's expression changed when he saw Amelia.

He had originally wanted to resolve this matter privately so as to not hurt Amelia's feelings, but in the end...

Could he hide it from her?

The three of them stood in front of Howard. Sissi was in an awkward situation. Patrick's face was downcast. Only

Amelia called out in a clear voice, "Dad!"

If it were not for the fact that this was Sissi's house,

Amelia would probably have run over and sat down next to Howard.

In her heart, Howard was like a 'father' to her. If she divorced Patrick one day, she would be very unwilling to

leave him.

Howard was not the only one!

Florence, Nora, Andrew, Ashley, and even Owen. Were all these people who had brought her warmth to one day

belong to Sissi?

Thinking of Sissi, who was leaning on Patrick's elbow, whom Andrew and Ashley called 'aunt' while Sissi was

telling them a bedtstory, Amelia felt a stuffy feeling in her heart.

At this time, Howard waved to her with a smile and said, "Amelia, chere!"

Howard treated Amelia like his biological daughter, Patrick was like his adopted son.

"Okay," Amelia said obediently. She walked towards Howard under Sissi's subtle observation. "Sit nearer,"

Howard said.

Amelia gently glanced at Patrick and Sissi, and asked Howard silently, "What about them?" Howard just smiled at

her and wanted her to ignore them.

Therefore, Amelia sat down with a peace of mind, as if she was the host.

Patrick said nothing. This was not the first tthat he knew how Howard treated Amelia.

Sissi, on the other side, was stunned.

She had been in touch with Howard before and knew that he was an elegant man, whose elegance cwith his

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