Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 152

Patrick stared at her, and the strange expression in his eyes made her suddenly feel cold.

Amelia didn't understand why he got angry. She was just worried about him because he had to shuttle back and forth between the company and hospital and could only sleep for three or four hours a day.

She said earnestly, "Mr. Hopper, there is something you should know. If you are not healthy, you won't be energetic enough to look after Cynthia. I am not preventing you from taking care of her. On the contrary, you can go to the hospital before you go to work or after work every day, but don't make yourself so tired. Okay?"

Hearing this, Patrick said in a colder tone, "You care about me because you have selfish motives, but I look after Cynthia because I'm heartfelt. Amelia, you should feel for Cynthia, understand?" After saying that, he put down his chopsticks, got up, picked up the suit jacket on the chair and went out.

Amelia sat on the chair dejectedly as if she lost all her strength in an instant. She began to question herself whether she should save Cynthia in the restaurant that day or not.

At night.

Time passed quietly, and it was two o'clock in the morning again.

This time was like an unbreakable curse. Amelia turned over angrily after hearing the sound of closing the door downstairs, but she couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Helplessly, she went downstairs, took out the lemon wine and a goblet from the liquor cabinet. Then she lay on the sofa and begun to watch funny shows while drinking.

As time went by, Amelia unconsciously got drunk on the sofa and did not even know when it was dawn.

The goblet fell on the thick carpet, and the empty wine bottle were held in Amelia's arms. At this time, she did not look like a successful career woman at all, but a drunkard who did not care about her image. There was the repeat of the funny program on TV. The hosts and the guests were making a fool of themselves, which was really hilarious and funny.

This was what Patrick saw when he returned home, but he could not laugh.

At this time yesterday, Amelia had already set up bowls and chopsticks on the table and prepared delicious meals. She was sitting in her seat and waiting for him to come back with a smile.

Patrick walked to the sofa and fixed his eyes on Amelia who was drunk. He knew that he really didn't care about her feelings. He also pondered over her suggestion and wanted to hire a nursemaid for Cynthia. But why was she drunk at the moment?

Perhaps Patrick's eyes were too aggressive and oppressive, Amelia covered her dizzy forehead and looked up at him. She murmured as if she was dreaming, "Patrick?"

She thought that she was dreaming, so she turned over lazily and closed her sleepy eyes again, ignoring Patrick who was in her "dream".

Patrick's face turned colder and colder!

He bent over and woke her up mercilessly. Being shaken by him, Amelia felt more uncomfortable.

She suddenly turned around and glared at Patrick. However, when she saw Patrick's shrewd eyes, she shuddered.

"Do you remember who I am?" Patrick asked in a cold voice.

Amelia came back to earth and felt a little embarrassed, "Patrick! You... come back?"

Patrick asked blandly, "Isn't it the right time for me to come back now?"

Amelia sensed the unhappiness in his tone and thought that he was hungry. She jumped out of the sofa and said, "I'll prepare breakfast for you immediately!"

"Come back and sit down!" Patrick stared at her back and ordered coldly.

Amelia was still a little dizzy because she had just waken up, so she did as he ordered obediently.

"Did you see the funny show for a whole night?"

"Yeah, I felt so bored last night."

Patrick was a little unhappy. He was frightened in the hospital, but she laughed at home. It seemed that he didn't wrong her before he went out, and he didn't have to feel guilty for what he had said! He glanced at the wine bottle that she was still holding in her arms and smiled mockingly, "Watching TV while drinking, it seems that you had a good time last night."

Amelia knew that his words was a satire on her, so she put the wine bottle on the tea table and said with guilty eyes, "I felt so thirsty last night, so I got up in the middle of the night and had a few sips." "Did you quench your thirst with wine? Why don't I know that you have such a habit?" Then Patrick glanced at the label of "Dream" on the bottle. He pointed to the bottle and asked unhappily, "Where did you get the wine?"

Amelia suddenly had a guilty conscience.

She spoke haltingly, "I bought it in the supermarket."

"Market?" Patrick scoffed at her lame excuse, "If you bought it in the supermarket, there must be the date of manufacture on the bottle. But there was no date of manufacture on this bottle!"

Amelia suddenly remembered that Ryan had told her that this batch of lemon wine was the latest to be made. He must send her those wines before the wine factory printed the date of manufacture on the bottles.

Seeing that Amelia could not answer him, Patrick narrowed his eyes coldly, "Do you keep in touch with Ryan without my consent?"

Amelia glared at him and said discontentedly, "I don't care if you have any complaints against his son, but you shouldn't transfer your hatred of his son to him!"

Patrick clenched his fists unhappily, because Amelia was arguing with him because of Ryan, a man she had just met for several times!

He said angrily, "I have warned you that you are not allowed to talk business with his company and contact him. Why don't you listen to me?"

Amelia smiled slightly, and her words made Patrick very familiar, "You don't allow me to contact Ryan because you have selfish motives. I love to contact him because it's my freedom. You don't want to be restricted by me, right? So you should feel for me."

D*mn it! Amelia was talking back to him with what he said yesterday!

"Listen carefully. If you keep in touch with Ryan, you oppose me!" Patrick asked clearly, "Amelia, do you want to oppose me?"

Last time when she opposed him, she was almost isolated by the whole stuff in the company.

Amelia closed her eyes and said sarcastically, "You are crafty. I really don't dare oppose you." Patrick asked gloomily, "What did you say?"

Amelia pursed her lips and did not want to argue with him anymore. She waved her hand and walked toward the kitchen. Seeing that Amelia ignored him, Patrick was like a furious wolf. He grabbed her hand quickly and pushed her to the ground! Amelia's waist was the first to fell on the ground, she felt so painful that she frowned immediately.

Seeing that she struggled to get up from the ground, Patrick simply pressed down on her.

Amelia groaned in a dull voice. Her eyes were filled with tears because of the pain, but she held back her tears stubbornly. Patrick pinched her chin and asked in a gloomy voice, "You haven't answered my question yet. Do you want to run away?"