Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 800

Tightening her grip around the hilt of the knife, Amelia turned to the man behind her that watching her and said,

"Chere!"

Patrick smiled and said, "You're good at cutting meat. Can | watch you work it for a while more?"

But Amelia felt no delight after being complimented. She then said, "Since Mr. Hopper so smart, you must have

mastered the skills of meat chopping after my multiple demonstrations. You can finish up the rest I'll just stand

by and guide you!"

Patrick lifted one of his brows. Then, instead of taking the knife over, he lowered his head and began

unbuttoning his shirt.

Amelia's eyes glistened and widened when she cried out, "What are you doing?"

Patrick only took a glance at her and replied with a straight face, "This shirt is too obstructive."

"What does your shirt have to do with chopping beef?!" seethed Amelia. She then reached out to redo his

opened buttons, but Patrick dodged from her in a flash.

"But we're going to start cooking later. | don't like when it gets hot, and you know that."

Patrick finished his sentence in all seriousness and increased the speed of his fingers. And soon, his dark colored

shirt fell to the ground, revealing his firm, fierce chest and hard six-packs on his abdomen... Amelia's dainty

cheeks blushed slightly at the sight when she realised the kitchen was already warm before they even got to

cook.

Patrick, topless, graciously showed off his figure to Amelia.

The more she blushed and the tougher she found it to look straight at him, Patrick grew even more excited, so

much so that his voice started to shake. "Con, I'm ready!"

Amelia's hand with the knife shuddered, thinking that there was no way his words were not suggestive.

She then gave the knife to him in a fit of panic while she added breathlessly, "You can get to work first. I'll go

drink swater first!"

"Drink swater?" Patrick murmured. Suddenly, he reached out his hand and grabbed Amelia's tender chin

with his fingers. First, he kissed her panic-stricken eyes. Then, the trail of his hot kiss fell passionately to her lips,

prying her mouth open and capturing the tip of her tongue...

After a long while of Amelia's coy moans of 'hmm's and 'ah's, only then did Patrick release her in

reluctance.

When the confusion in Amelia's eyes slowly dissipated, she heard Patrick chuckling lewdly in her ear. "Is that

water refreshing?"

Amelia did not reply.

Half an hour later, the dinner that Amelia and Patrick whipped up hand-in-hand was served.

Though it was not a banquet or decorated with candles or flowers, Patrick was more than contented. He felt he

had fulfilled his goal for the night.

Amelia was already in her seat when Patrick was admiring 'his' craft.

Frankly, she had half a bow! of fried rice before she cback. But after a busy session in the kitchen, she was

hungry again.

She could just treat it as giving an extra midnight snack to the baby in her womb.

Thinking of the baby, Amelia could not help but put her hand on her belly while a trace of affection flashed in her

eyes, inscrutable to Patrick.

"What are you doing? Are you having a stomachache?"

Hearing him, Amelia moved her hand away from her belly on reflex. She then looked up and forced a smile at

him, saying, "No, I'm just hungry. Sit down and let's eat." Patrick nodded without any sense of doubt and sat

opposite Amelia.

Gazing at the dishes spread before them, Amelia hesitated for a moment before saying to Patrick, "Um, you go

ahead first?"

A strange expression appeared on Patrick's face when he replied evasively, "Why don't you eat first?"

Amelia frowned. Indeed, she did cook the dishes. However, Patrick did most of the seasoning. She did not want

to risk being poisoned to death.

Regardless, Amelia thought she should give him a little encouragement for his first tcooking. So, with a

clenched jaw, she reached out for a strip of the stir-fried beef.

But after picking it up, Amelia could not help but changed her direction and put it into Patrick's plate.

Under Patrick's strange watchful look, Amelia smiled awkwardly and regretted what she just had in mind. "Mr.

Hopper, you've worked so hard on this for so long. Eat up and recover your strength." Patrick fixated his eyes on

her and asked with ambiguity, "Mrs. Hopper, you're eager, don't you?"

Flustered, Amelia's lowered eyelashes fluttered

rapidly when she denied, "No! What are you talking about?"

With a slight smile, Patrick then raised his five slender fingers, stretched his hand across the table, and held

Amelia's hand in his. Gently rubbing the back of her hand, he said, "If not, why are you in such a hurry to give

the beef toto regain my energy?"

The back of Amelia's hand began to feel itchy from his touch. Amelia then shot him a glare and retracted her

hand. "I only gave you the first piece for the sake of your hard work tonight. If you misinterpret my intentions

again, I'll take it back!"

Patrick raised his eyebrow and continued, "My dear Mrs. Hopper, if you want to treatas a lab rat, just tell me.

Can you not twist it and say you're doing it for my own good?"

Amelia heard him and becoutraged out of embarrassment at once. "So, are you going to eat it or not? If you

don't, then give it back to me!"

She thought this reverse psychology would work on him. However, he actually picked up the plate and pushed

the beef back into her plate.

After that, he then looked at her with a smile and said, "Then, I'll have to trouble Mrs. Hopper to have a taste for

——

Noticing the gleeful sense of victory in his eyes, Amelia's blood boiled. It dawned on Amelia that Patrick was

deliberately teasing her with dirty jokes to fluster her just so he could turn the stake against her.

D*mn it!

Amelia picked up the piece of beef that nobody wanted and took a big bite out of it, imagining it as Patrick while

she chomped down on it.

In the next second, her eyes lit up. The taste of the stir-fried beef was surprisingly good!

But then she put on a frown on purpose and said to Patrick, who had been observing her expression, "It tastes

terrible. There's too much pepper and too little salt. It doesn't taste good at all."

Patrick listened patiently and added, "If the beef can't make it, how about fried shrimps and chives?"

The fried shrimps were basically all done by Amelia. Apart from adding oil and salt, Patrick only plated it.

Therefore, Patrick thought Amelia must approve of the dish she made herself!

"Lethave a taste." Amelia then picked up a red shrimp and popped it into her mouth. After chewing it for a

while, she uttered with a bitter expression, "No! It's too salty!"

Patrick's face shifted slightly. He was clearly careful with the salt and even asked Amelia about the amount

before adding it. But the result was... still

bad?

Following that, Amelia proceeded to try every dish on the table. In truth, she was praising every one of them

deep down, but on the surface, she showed distaste and made sure to comment on the seasoning. The

seasoning was all the fruit of Patrick's labour. So, naturally, her judgements were a direct hit at him.