Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 139

Amelia's eyes were filled with confusion.

Milton gritted his teeth and said, "But I always have a feeling that she despised my intelligence when I was talking to her." Amelia slapped his hand off. After taking a breath, she asked curiously, "What did you talk about?"

"Everyday is sunny once you're safe and sound"."

"What?" Amelia was full of curiosity.

"This is the title of the book!" Milton said three times.

Amelia covered her ears and said, "I have heard!"

"And 'A Half-life Luck'." Milton continued to say with melancholy.

"Ahem..." Amelia didn't tell Milton that she had watched a TV series which was adapted from this novel. She asked, "So?"

"So I really couldn't concentrate when I was talking to her! I'm a lively and cheerful man. Do you think I would listen to such a sad love story?"

Amelia was confused, "If so, why don't you leave?"

"I can't leave. She is my blind date!" The topic came back again.

"Then why did you ask me to come here? Let me accompany you to listen to a sad love story? No, I'm not a young girl." As Amelia said this, she turned around and was about to leave.

Milton followed her and grabbed her arm tightly, "Literature and art have no age boundaries!"

Just as Amelia wanted to kick Milton away, the girl with long hair slowly walked to them. There was a book which title was 'It's Better to Die' in her arms.

When Amelia saw this title, she struggled even harder, "Let go of me, I don't want to die!"

"Mr. Cook, who is this lady?" The girl asked with big eyes.

Milton forced a stiff smile. Ignoring Amelia's unwillingness, he held her shoulders forcefully and pressed her head against his chest, "I'm sorry! I forgot to tell you that she is my girlfriend. She knew that I was here for a blind date and was very angry, so she came here."

Amelia was shocked. She raised her head and wanted to explain, but Milton whispered in her ear, "You owe me a favor for the night of the Mid-autumn Festival."

Amelia rolled her eyes speechlessly. She owed him too much, but she didn't want to help Milton this time.

She was very principled about love and didn't want to pretend to be Milton's girlfriend.

She stepped hard on Milton's foot and got rid of his arm successfully. Then she said to the tearful girl with a smile, "It's not like that. Listen to me..."

The girl ignored Amelia. She cried and said to Milton, "Since you already have a girlfriend, why did you pretend to be good to me? I'm very stupid and I even take it seriously."

Just as Milton was about to say that it was only because he was a gentleman, the sensitive girl ran away with tears, saying, "You b*stard, I wish you a terrible and vagrant life..." Hearing it, Amelia was shocked and surprised.

"Look." Milton looked back at Amelia helplessly and said, "I told you that I'm not suitable for her."

"It's you who don't deserve her." Amelia complained.

"How can you talk without conscience?" Milton glared at her.

"Since you don't like her, why didn't you tell her the truth on the first day?" Amelia sympathized with that girl and asked Milton.

Milton said honestly, "How do I know whether I like her if I don't date with her?"

Amelia thought for a while and felt that Milton was right. Dated with so many girls, and he would finally replace a girl he liked.

"Where are we going now?" Milton, who had solved his problem, asked excitedly.

Amelia glanced at her watch on her wrist and said, "I said that I would treat you to a meal last time. Now I'm free. Let's go." In the restaurant.

Amelia picked up a piece of chicken, before she ate it, she was interrupted by the noise behind her.

"B*tch! Our boss invites you to drink, but you don't show him respect! Drink it!" "No... I can't drink anymore, please..." "Force her to drink." "Okay!"

Amelia found that the woman's voice was a little familiar. She frowned.

She turned her head subconsciously and saw a woman who was forced to raise her head with her hair being pulled.

Then, those men poured a bottle of brandy into woman's mouth. The woman was screaming with pleading eyes, but none of the guests or waiters dared go forward and help her. Because those men were so strong, no one wanted to be beaten by them.

Amelia looked at the woman who was being bullied and said in surprise, "Cynthia?"

"Do you know her? Your friend?" Milton had always been concerned about Amelia's affairs. If that woman was Amelia's friend, he would definitely help her.

"No." Amelia said subconsciously.

"Oh, let's continue to eat." Milton had already stood up, but when he heard Amelia's words, he sat down again.

Amelia turned her head without any expression, as if she didn't see what was happening to Cynthia.

At this time, Cynthia had drunk up all the brandy and was temporarily released. Amelia could clearly hear the sound of Cynthia kneeling on the ground and vomiting, and those men's dirty laughter. Amelia had no appetite anymore. She gritted her teeth, suddenly got up from her seat, and walked to those laughing men.

A man with orange-colored hair squinted at Amelia. He waved his hand and asked his subordinates to stop playing, "Miss, what can I do for you?"

Amelia took a deep breath, smiled and said with cold eyes, "Although I don't know why do you have a party here, my colleague seems to be drunk. Can I take her away?"

Cynthia looked worse than drunk. She sat on the ground and didn't move. Her eyes were empty and her hair was in a mess, like a cloth doll without a soul.

The boss looked at Amelia up and down. He glanced at her face and breasts, then narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm just asking for what she owes me. Miss, mind your own business." Amelia said word by word, "What did she owe you? Money?"

"No! It's love." The boss corrected her.

Amelia frowned. But the most important thing was to save Cynthia, "Show me some respect and let her go..."

"Why should I show you respect? Do I know you?" The boss interrupted Amelia impatiently.

Amelia got angry.

"However, since you care about Cynthia, I can show you some respect." The boss's attitude changed. Then he asked his subordinate to open a bottle of white wine and said to Amelia, "If you drink with me, I'll let Cynthia go. What do you think?"

Amelia asked, "One glass?" "One glass is not enough. You should drink up a bottle of wine." The boss smiled with scheme. He planned to take Amelia and Cynthia to hotel after Amelia was drunk. Amelia waved her hand in embarrassment, "No."

Seeing that Amelia refused, the boss's subordinates immediately walked to Amelia, as if they wanted to force Amelia to drink.