Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 313

Amelia said without thinking, "Of course I have to sell it. Without you, I have to compete with others."

Patrick's face turned cold. It seemed that this idiotic woman still didn't understand his intentions. "So you are not 100% sure to get the grave, right?" "Um..." Even though Amelia wasn't willing to accept this, the reality was always cruel.

"In this case, instead of waiting for someone else to buy it, it's better to let me get it for sure. At least I won't let other people make money from it."

He had hinted thoroughly this time, as long as Amelia didn't that dump...

"Yes!" Amelia racked her brains and came up with a good idea to satisfy both sides. "You should buy this piece of land no matter what, and then I will give you back the money to sell the shares. Well, maybe the money will be not enough, but I will slowly pay back the rest of the money..."

Patrick felt puzzled, then he interrupted Amelia's plan. "It seems you don't replace out the point. When you have sorted out your thoughts, come back to talk to me!"

Was this his way of asking her out?

Amelia felt confused and surprised. What did he want her to do?

"Alas, Mr. Hopper..." She reached out to pull his sleeve and tried to seduce him.

"Get out!" He didn't change his mind.

She lowered her shoulders and muffled, "If you don't agree, I'll replace another way."

The door closed quietly.

Patrick tightened his lips. The only way she could do was to wait for his salvation!

Back at his desk, Patrick opened his laptop, clicked on the video box and turned on the volume.

The next second, Charles said in a hurried voice, "Hey! Hello... can you hear me?"

Patrick replied, "Yes."

Charles complained, "Where did you go just now?

You didn't come back for such a long time."

Patrick said simply, "Bathroom."

Charles gave a strange laugh and said, "Is it really bathroom? Not your wife's bed?"

Patrick steered the topic back and asked, "Where have we just talked about?"

Charles coughed lightly and said in an extremely heavy tone, "Teacher Sissi got divorced..."

Patrick said calmly, "I know. You told me on the phone."

Charles rolled his eyes. "I'd like to see your reaction with my own eyes."

Patrick responded, "Then have you seen now?"

Charles replied with a pained expression, "As expected, you forget your old love once you have a new lover."

Patrick frowned. "You think I'm like you?"

"Compared me with you, isn't that an insult to you? Everyone knows that you are lovesick."

Charles laughed and continuously said, "Sissi contacted me the day before yesterday. Guess what she talked about with me?" Patrick was curious, but there was no expression on his face as if Charles had only mentioned an insignificant old friend to him.

Seeing Patrick's reaction, Charles said uninterestingly, "She asked me if you're married."

The cigar in Patrick's hand accidentally fell on the floor, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you tell her?"

Charles shook his head and said, "I'm afraid to tell the truth, which will make me get in trouble."

After the video call with Charles, Patrick's bewildered eyes suddenly turned to resentment. He sneered. Sissi was a coward. If she wanted to know his recent situation, why didn't she call him and ask him herself?

Knock...

Hearing the knock on the door, Patrick closed the laptop quickly and leaned his upper body on the back of the chair so as to make it convenient for him to look at the door. "Come in."

He thought it was Amelia who thought it through and came back to look for him, but unexpectedly, the person who knocked on the door was Florence.

Florence didn't come in, just poked her head in through the door, "I washed some fruit for you. Is it convenient for me to take it in?"

She was suddenly so kind to him? Florence should have something to ask him.

Patrick nodded and said, "Come here."

Florence then dared to step in, this study, not to mention Amelia, even she did not have the opportunity to set foot. When Patrick and Sissi just broke up, he spent all day drinking in this study. Whoever came in would be driven out, and over time, everyone took this study as a place that was forbidden to enter.

Unlike Amelia who looked steadily forward, Florence, who was looking around, was shocked when she saw a stack of review materials on the bookshelf. "Patrick, do you still keep these old things?"

Patrick frowned and raised his hand, trying to smoke, but then realized that the cigar had fallen to the ground. He held his forehead and said, "What do you want me to do?"

Florence immediately adopted a serious attitude and said, "I'm here to apologize to you. It's all because of me that Amelia got in trouble."

Amelia wouldn't have been pestered by The Smith Family if it weren't for the fact that she and Hobart had an accident.

Upon mentioning this, Patrick felt bad and asked, "You know you're wrong?"

"Yes, I was wrong."

"Then I need your compensation now."

"Tell me, I will do as you say."

Patrick put forward a condition, "Before Hobart is discharged from the hospital, you have to take care

of him personally."

Florence exclaimed excitedly, "Why?"

Patrick said calmly. "He was hospitalized because of you. It's reasonable for you to take care of him until he can be discharged from hospital."

His real idea was that with Florence around, Hobart would probably have a difficulty fooling Amelia into going to the hospital!

I'm here to ask you to replace someone to look after Hobart. You don't even know how detestable he is..."

Florence poured out all the unkindness Hobart had shown her today, and then looked at Patrick with teary eyes, hoping to get comfort from him.

In order to protect his wife, Patrick betrayed his sister without hesitation. "Come on, don't cry. Go back and have a sweet dream. Continue to check in the hospital tomorrow."

Florence was stunned for a long time before she said in a trembling voice, "Patrick! Are you really my brother? Who are you? Did you disguise to my brother?"

Patrick glanced at her and said, "You still peed in bed when you were ten..."

"Okay, that's enough! I know you're my brother!" Florence turned around and gritted her teeth as she said, "I'll go back to work tomorrow morning!"

Patrick interrupted, "I've already asked for half a month's leave for you. During this period of time, you can stay at Northville without worry."