Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 356

Seeing each other, they were both surprised. "Angel Amelia?"

"Brian?"

Sure enough, the man in front of her was Brian, who had tried to save her from Teresa at a college dinner party but ended up being beaten up.

Recalling his rudeness, Brian was ashamed. He apologized, "I'm sorry. Today is my girlfriend's birthday, I was in a hurry to celebrate, so..."

Amelia smiled with understanding. "It doesn't matter. By the way, aren't we classmates? You can just call me by my name. I'm flattered when you call me like that." "Okay! Am... Amelia!" Brian touched the back of his head and answered with a hot face.

The driver pressed the horn and urged impatiently, "Are you getting on or not?"

"If you are in a hurry, you can get into the car first." Since Brian was in a rush celebrating his girlfriend's birthday, Amelia thought that she should give the taxi to him.

"No, no. It's not safe for a young lady like you to be outside at such a late hour." Brian looked at the cars on the street. Having made sure that there was no other taxi, he asked, "Amelia, where is your place?" Instead of telling him that she lived in the Land of Fragrance, she only gave him a brief description of the location.

Brian's eyes lit up. "That's great. I'm passing by there. Why don't we share the taxi?"

Amelia muttered, "Share the taxi?"

"Uh, I mean, I'll send you home, and I'll pay for the fare." How could he mention splitting the bill to his goddess? How clumsy he was! Brian scolded himself inwardly.

"All right." Amelia knew that Brian was a good man. Besides, it was snowing. She had been standing here waiting for the car, and her arms and legs were almost frozen.

Just as Brian was inviting Amelia to get onto the car, a dashing Lamborghini stopped behind her and stirred up a gust of wind.

When Amelia looked over and saw Patrick stepping out of the car with his shoulders straightened up, her heart beat faster.

Why did he come back again? Was he here to pick her up, or to teach her a lesson? Thinking of his angry look when he left, Amelia guessed the latter one was more likely.

With that in mind, she couldn't help but take a small step back. Brian was standing right behind her, and she stepped directly on his foot.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Amelia apologized immediately. At the same time, Patrick rushed over and took her away from Brian!

He was an extremely dominant man who tolerated no offense. Amelia and Brian both knew that very well!

To prevent Patrick from misunderstanding them, Amelia, who was in Patrick's arms, pulled his windbreaker and attracted his attention.

Seeing his cold face, she did not dare to delay the introduction, "This is my college classmate, Brian Zellweger, we met by chance." After a pause, Amelia said to Brian, "This is my... boss." "Mr. Zellweger." Patrick glanced at Brian and said gracefully, "Hello."

Compared to the hostility they first met, the greeting couldn't have been better. Brian let out a giggle and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be taking my leave. My girlfriend is still waiting for me to celebrate her birthday."

His words showed that he already had a girlfriend, so Patrick's tensed face softened a little. After Amelia said goodbye to Brian, he held her in his arms and left.

On the way back, Amelia asked, "Mr. Hopper, did you come all the way back to pick me up?"

Thinking of the possibility, she felt warm.

Patrick answered expressionlessly, "Let's go home first."

"Oh." Amelia stuck out her tongue out of boredom.

At the Land of Fragrance.

"Patrick, Amelia, why do you come home so late?"

Florence, who had been "tormented" by Hobart for the entire day, came to the door and greeted Amelia and Patrick as she wiped her fragrant, wet hair. Patrick landed his gaze at a series of wet footprints behind Florence and frowned with disagreement, "Why don't you wear shoes after taking a shower?"

Florence said, "I've been wearing shoes for a whole day. I'll get beriberi if I keep on wearing them."

Patrick squinted at her. "Put on your shoes, or you'll be punished with doing some cleaning tonight."

Florence cried out. Then, while Patrick was not paying attention, she sneaked up to Amelia and asked, "Amelia, did you annoy Patrick again tonight? He's being unfair to me!" Confused, Amelia pointed to herself. "Me?"

"Yeah, you! You're the only one in the world who could piss Patrick off!" Florence said as if she was telling Amelia, "You should be proud!"

Amelia was at a loss for words. She wasn't proud of angering Patrick at all.

"Amelia, come back to the room with me," Patrick called soon, like a king of hell.

Florence crossed her arms in front of her chest and began with an enlightened tone, "Huh, I finally know what is wrong with him! It turns out that he needs to get laid." Amelia pinched Florence secretly and said to her, "shut up!" before following Patrick upstairs nervously.

As soon as the door was closed, he gave orders to her, "Undress."

Upon hearing this, Amelia retreated to the farthest end from Patrick and pressed her hand on her chest before refusing seriously, "No!"

She still remembered clearly his inordinate punishment to her last time. If he did it again, her waist would definitely be broken! Definitely!

"Come here, I won't do anything to you." Patrick made a promise that even he himself doubted.

Amelia didn't believe it. "You asked me to take off my clothes the moment I came in and now you promised not to do anything to me. What? I'm not a fool!"

Patrick looked at her right hand on her chest and was reminded of Granny Hopper's phone call. There were concerns in his eyes, "If you don't come here, it's the same when I'll go there."

Amelia stood pressed against the wall. Was this kind of like "once bitten, twice shy"?

Lovemaking between a couple was romantic. But after those three days and nights, now whenever she saw Patrick, her heart trembled. She wanted to run away, but her legs seemed to be nailed, preventing her from moving...

Close to her, Patrick moved his thin lips, "Granny told me on the phone that your hand was injured. You were injured because of her, weren't you?"

He slowly covered his left hand with her right one. The sleeve was twisted a little by the clutching of her hand. Amelia looked down and asked, "You came back to the hospital to pick me up because you heard of that?"

She suddenly understood why Patrick would come back after leaving those harsh words. So he was pitying her...

Noting her frown, Patrick thought her hand hurt. He had never expected that she was heartbroken.

"Take off your clothes. Let me see."

Amelia blocked off his hand and said bitterly, "You?

You are not a doctor. Besides, I'm fine now."