Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 949

Followed by his gaze darkened, it was as if the temperature of surrounding had instantly dropped to the negative

value!

As soon as David realized something was off with Patrick, he responded quickly by added, "Ms. Amelia is my

client. Of course | have to know her for business purpose."

Patrick tried to obtain more information from him.

He asked, "Have you been teaching her to bake before?"

David was left with no choice but to admit, "Yes. | have."

Patrick continued to ask, "When was that? What had she baked? Do you know who did she bake for?"

David could not process with a row of questions at one time. He said apologetically, "There are a handful of

questions that you had just asked. Which one do you wantto answer first, Mr. Hopper?" Patrick replied

sternly, "Answer whichever question that you think you have an answer to."

"Well, please givestto recall the memory." With his index finger tapping on his forehead, David said,

"Ms. Amelia was here to learn to bake a birthday cake. It was fate that had brought us together as my boss had

arrangedto coach her. As for when was the exact date that she had came, | will need to check with the

record on computer.

Besides, I'm not sure who she baked for. She only toldthat it was meant for a surprise but she won't disclose

toany more details."

Patrick was stunned all in a sudden.

Neither did Patrick continue to bombard David with questions nor did he request him to check the actual date

when she cfor the birthday cake. Patrick had already gotten the answer himself.

Upon returning from the washroom, there was already no one left at the door. She assumed that boredom had

already gotten Patrick, hence he had left early.

After all, it was not new for him to stand her up.

Amelia thought that his absence would be a relief for her for what she was going to do next.

With this thought in mind, Amelia reached out to push the door open.

As soon as she took a glimpse of the room, there was a drastic change in expression on her initially calm face.

All she could see was that Patrick had already taken off his blazer. The sleeves of his white shirt had been rolled

up to his elbows and that he was wearing an apron around him which had a different color as compared to

David's. Standing in front of the kitchen countertop, Patrick was listening attentively to what David was

speaking.

Amelia could not help feeling astonished at the harmonious atmosphere between the two men.

She had never expected that Patrick could get along in peace with her rumored boyfriend, not to mention that

Patrick had accused her of flirting with the other man on previous occasion.

She could not tell whether Patrick was too concentrated with what was on his hand or that he had ignored heron

purpose. Upon entering the room, it was only David who gave her a light nod smilingly in acknowledgement of

her presence.

Realizing that David was distracted, Patrick asked frowningly, "Tellhow to beat the eggs."

Patrick's tone was conclusive. It was supposed to be irritating for anyone who heard him. However, due to his

gracefulness and temperament as if he was born a leader, one could not help feeling that his orders were wholly

justified.

Just as David was about to explain to Patrick regarding the key points of beating an egg, he caught Amelia

putting on her apron from the corner of his eyes.

He thought it would be a great idea if he could bring the spouses together. Hence, David spoke, "I've taught Ms.

Amelia the technique before. Why not let her guide you?"

"But she is not even here!" With that said, Patrick glanced up just to see that Amelia had already put on an apron

just like him, even if he had not realized her entrance at all.

Judging from her furrowing brows, Patrick could tell that she was pondering whether to cforward. Speaking

in his irresistibly low voice, Patrick ordered, "Chere."

Amelia was thinking of a way to stay away from the dangerous man right in front of her just as David proposed

this idea which he himself thought was a brilliant one. He said, "Ms. Amelia, you can stand right next to your

husband so that you can assist him. As for me, I'll stay here and watch. I'll correct you right away if | ever notice

any mistakes."

Amelia had to agree.

Leaning over, she reached out to grab the bowl and egg beater from Patrick's hands but he would not give them

to her.

Frowning, she stared at Patrick strangely as she said, "You don't know how to beat eggs manually, do you? It'd be

better if you leave it for me. Don't waste

our time."

Patrick seemingly felt hurt at Amelia's words. He asked, "So you regard the twe spend in getting one thing

done together is a waste of time?"

It was apparent that Amelia had yet to get over the incident at the entrance just a moment ago. Holding grudge

against Patrick, she blurted out, "You can certainly understand it this way!"

Patrick tightened his grip onto the handle of the egg beater before he loosened it again. After stime, he

sneered, "lI wonder why you wantto get mad at you so badly. Unfortunately, this t| will not give what you

want."

Hearing this, Amelia's expression changed a little. She could not help feeling that Patrick was being patient with

her.

The next second, she could hear Patrick asking uncourteously, "Why are you staring atnow? Don't tell me

you don't know at all the correct way to beat an egg, do you?"

She was convinced that what she felt a few seconds ago about Patrick was her mere illusion!

"This man would never change." She thought.

Amelia glared at him before she ordered coldly, "Look closely at how | do and just follow this."

With that said, Amelia took out another egg beater and began stirring it in the air.

It turned out that Patrick was a fast learner. Even if culinary was in fact his weakness, he spotted Amelia was

beating consistently in one particular direction, hence he tried to do it the sway as she did. All he could see

was that the eggs in the bowl mixed and that large bubbles began foaming on the surface of the egg mixtures.

Seeing this, Amelia first nodded in satisfaction before she added, "But this is not enough."

Patrick was humble when it cto things that he was on the process of learning. He asked, "What else do |

need to do?"

Due to the difference in height, Amelia had to rely on the force of one hand on the countertop along with the

limited gain of height through tiptoeing. She reached out another hand to point a finger at the behind part of the

handle of the egg beater and said, "You should grip onto this part. Other than this, if | have not mistaken you are

supposed to tilt the bowl a little. This will help to beat the eggs more evenly with minimum effort. Am | right,

David?"

Agreeing, David replied, "You have such a good memory, Ms. Amelia. You're right."

Facing Patrick, Amelia held her chin up high victoriously. Not only did she not annoy him when she made such

face at him, he had to resist the

temptation to kiss her.

Amelia urged, "Hey, I've already told you everything that | know. Why don't you get on action now?"

She could not figure out what was on Patrick's mind. All she could see was that he chuckled before he replied,

"Got it."

His sudden smile had put her into more confusion. Scratching her head puzzlingly, she turned her head away.

Smiling, Patrick thought of how much effort Amelia had vested when she first chere for baking lesson.

Otherwise, she would not have remembered the baking procedure well after such a long period of time.

And he knew the reason behind her taking up baking lesson.

Taking a meaningful look at Amelia, Patrick had then adjusted his posture according to Amelia's advice. The

effect of this adjustment on the overall performance was tremendous.