Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 976

Since Patrick's secretary wanted to display her loyalty to him, how could he brush off her good intentions?

"The key has always been kept by my secretary. If you need it so urgently, you can ask her for it."

Amelia was so angry that she laughed. She fished out her cell phone from her pocket, and dialed the secretary's

number with the last glimmer of hope.

In the depths of Amelia's heart, the secretary was always a good person to her, as long as she could persuade

her...

Upon hearing "hello" from the opposite end of the line, Amelia quickly snapped out of her thoughts and asked

anxiously, "Ms. Secretary, where are you now?" "Hmm?" The secretary paused and replied, "I'm currently in the

staff canteen. What's the matter, Madam Amelia?"

Amelia was incredulous that the culprit who had trapped her here had the audacity to ask what happened to her!

Amelia added on in a trembling voice, "Tell me, did you lockin? Ms. Secretary, tellthe truth!"

The secretary denied, "No, | just closed the door gently. How could it be locked? It couldn't be..."

The secretary's voice sounded so innocent that Amelia's suspicion towards her momentarily lessened.

Amelia could not help but switch into a negotiating tone. "But | have been locked in somehow! | can't open it

from the office! Ms. Secretary, do you know why?" The secretary answered, "Er...but Madam Ramsay, don't

worry! Tell me, is Mr. Hopper with you now?"

"Yes..." Amelia replied powerlessly.

The secretary assured her happily, "Then you'll be alright! With Mr Hopper by your side to protect you, what's

there to worry about?"

Amelia curled her lips. Patrick was extremely blunt in his words and he teased her without hesitation. She would

be mad if this was considered to be a form of "protection"""!

While Amelia cursed silently, Patrick's secretary pressed on, "Madam Ramsay, you should be very clear by how

far the staff canteen is from Mr. Hopper's office, right?"

"I've just been served the meal. Could you wait a little longer? Once I finish, I'll head back to check up on the

problem regarding Mr. Hopper's office door." Upon hearing that, Amelia could only agree dejectedly and replied

"Okay, sure."

The secretary asked again cautiously, "Well, I'll clater then?"

"Yes...you can go enjoy your meal now... See you." Amelia hung up the phone listlessly.

Knowing through Amelia's expression that she could never escape from his office, Patrick relaxed slightly and

said, "I'm going to have lunch now. Do as you please."

There was a strong hint behind Patrick's words.

However, the only thing Amelia heard was the arrogance behind them.

Perhaps, her embarrassment was the best appetizer for him to begin having lunch! Amelia thought angrily.

Patrick returned to his big rectangular desk and glanced at Amelia unconsciously.

Noticing how she had her back towards him and did not seem to want to cover to have lunch with him, he

could not help it but feel a little angry. Women were so troublesome!

Wouldn't she have understood by this moment that he was inviting her over?

As he muttered and complained internally, Patrick opened the bag that Amelia brought with his fingertips as he

fished out all the packed meals one by one. Subsequently, he opened the lids of all the packaged meals.

"I wonder what's inside? Oh! Sare fried, slooks spicy, sare..."

Patrick narrated about the dishes and almost every one of them hit Amelia's heart.

That was because Nora prepared all these dishes according to Amelia's and Patrick's favorite meals.

Every tPatrick talked about a dish, he would shoot a glance at Amelia's back.

However, she remained indifferent. It seemed that she was determined to wait for him to open the door for her

after 'gaining back his strength’ from the food. Every tthis happened, Patrick could not help but resented

Amelia a little more!

He had never seen any other woman more determined than her!

Patrick had always brainstormed on how to tear apart her haughty front, but he also knew that by doing so, this

would only make her hate him even more!

He did not know how long it had been but he

suspected that Amelia legs might have been made by logs. How could she standing there for long? He could not

help but roared at her, "Just consider this aswanting you to stay! Quit acting like you're my doorman!"

Upon hearing this, Amelia felt a sudden relief in her heart.

In the next second, Patrick saw her slowly turned towards him.

He breathed a sigh of relief while his eyes unconsciously darted towards Amelia's leg.

She donned on a decent crisp suit. Her skirt wrapped perfectly around her knees, displaying a pair of straight

and slender calves with black stockings wrapped around them which made them look a little sexier than usual.

It was such a pity to see her forcing herself to stand on those beautiful legs.

Patrick was not someone who had an abnormal obsession, but at this moment, he had a sudden impulse to cut

off Amelia's leg and made it a collection.

Amelia was a little frightened by the intensity of his stare. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking that you should treat your legs better."

Patrick recalled the last twhen they were at the garage of Hopper Residence where Amelia seemed to

maltreat her legs in order to protest against him. Amelia blurted out, "These legs belong to me. I'm in charge of

what to do with them."

Nevertheless, Patrick was still determined to win. "But you're mine."

"You're so shameless!"

He turned a deaf ear to her curses while instructed, "Cover and have lunch whenever you're done."

What did he mean by whenever she was done?

She never did anything!

"You are truly such a natural at accusing someone."

Patrick massaged his forehead while he tiredly argued, "You really want to continue talking back tolike this

don't you?" Watching him like this, Amelia felt her throat went dry.

After a moment, she sullenly walked towards him and casually pulled out a chair to sit diagonally across from

Patrick.

She lowered her head and looked at the opened dishes while greeting him openly without resentment, "Let's

eat."

Patrick answered her with a deep 'hmm'. He had not been sleeping well for the past few days. In fact, it was not

just these days, but his insomnia was getting more and more frequent.

As for the specific reason, it occurred almost after the argument he had with Amelia. From then on, Patrick had

tossed and turned restlessly throughout most nights.

And the consequence due to the lack of rest was that he becmore temperamental!

During his meeting this morning, he had lost count of how many business deals he threw away and department

directors and managers he scolded.

Ever since then, all the senior leaders of the company kept their distance and remained at least one meter away

from Patrick.

Perhaps, he should buy a few boxes of sleeping pills from Paisley in case he needed to use them in the future.

He would not allow Amelia, a mere woman, to affect his emotions and even his daily life to such an extent!

Amelia observed the heavy look in his eyes and could not figure out what he was thinking. She could not help

herself but reminded, "If you don't start eating now, the dishes will get cold."

It took Patrick a while before he replied her with a

"okay".

The two of them felt as if they had spent too much energy all of a sudden. Subsequently, as they enjoyed their

meal, they talked as little as possible just like how they were at hfor the past few days.