Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 371

There was one thing Amelia was most afraid of, and that was ghost. When she had just married into the Hopper Family, Florence had put some ghost movies in Amelia and Patrick's bedroom and almost scared Amelia to death.

Hobart let out two muffled laughs and gloated, "Why are you so nervous? That was my hand!"

She paused for a short while before getting furious. "Pervert, why were you groping about?"

"Alright, I know you're just unwilling to leave me. Let's just keep it this way." Hobart said as he ran his hand up to her shoulder in an unruly manner.

Amelia grabbed it and shook it off. She said angrily, "If you touch me again, I'll be rude and you'll be sorry!"

"When have you ever been polite to me? Stop wriggling..." Hobart mumbled.

As they were talking, they saw a strong light shooting toward them from the door. Amelia and Hobart blinked at the sudden light and turned their heads to the source of it at the same time. What they saw were Patrick's dark eyes.

"Oh!" Amelia came to herself first. Since there had never been a blackout in the company, she forgot that almost every office had a backup power supply in case of inconvenience caused by the power outage. "Mr. Hopper..." She looked at Patrick, who had turned on the backup power, and had no time to realize how intimate Hobart and she looked in such a position.

When he saw that she was still unwilling to get up from Hobart, Patrick's eyes turned icy cold. He gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

"Was that real? He just left like that?" Hobart asked Amelia in surprise.

Amelia's eyes went dark slightly. Generally speaking, when Patrick was truly indignant, he left her alone directly.

"Hobart, I'm leaving." She turned around and said to Hobart before getting up and running in the direction Patrick had come.

Hobart touched his chest, which was still warm, and spoke out the true feelings of him as a single man. "If only there was a woman... willing to run after me without any hesitation."

Just as he had finished his sentence, his cell phone suddenly rang in his pocket. Hobart took it out to have a look and was amused. When he put it through, his tone returned to the usual casualness. "Florence didn't we just break up yesterday? You can't help calling me today. Are you falling in love with me?"

"Love you, my a*s!" Florence cursed. "I've been thinking about it again and again. My sister-in-law can work overtime any day she likes, but she does today of all days. Are you the one playing tricks?" Hobart frowned. "Sister-in-law? Who are you talking about?"

Florence let out a short "Er" before she said with a quick wit, "Well, of course, I was talking about Amelia. To me, she is the most suitable woman to be my sister-in-law. I warn you, don't try to covet her, otherwise, I will beat the sh*t out of you!"

Hobart said disapprovingly, "She and Patrick don't even know each other. Isn't it too soon for you to call her sister-in-law? As long as we are unmarried, I have the right to go after her."

"B*llshit right!" Florence wished she could announce that Amelia had married into the Hopper Family. But when she thought of Patrick's gloomy face, she shut up.

Hobart seemed to have thought of something and asked in confusion, "Florence, tell me, did Patrick come to the company all of a sudden because you told him something?"

Florence said proudly, "I was just skeptical at first. I remember that when I was taking care of you in the hospital the day before yesterday, I accidentally told you about Patrick's birthday. As a result, Amelia somehow went to work overtime. Don't you think it's strange?"

Hobart was frustrated. He thought he had taken everything into consideration. He first kept Amelia from home by the excuse of work, then he came to Roxxon to visit her in the name of supervision. In the end, he even secretly had his helper cut off Roxxon's wire so that he could take advantage of her tonight. He did not expect his plan to be messed up by this godd*mn Florence!

On the other side.

Under the dim light, Amelia rushed out of the office. By the wind of the night in the corridor, she tried to figure the thing out. Why did Patrick appear in the company at such a late hour? Did he come to pick her up?

Then why would he appear almost at the same time as Hobart? Could it bethat Hobart asked Patrick to come here on purpose to provoke him by creating such an intimate scene?

Only half of Amelia's guess was correct. But a correct assumption didn't help. The most important thing now was to replace Patrick and explain it to him clearly.

Downstairs, the sound of a car unlocked was heard through the night sky. Amelia froze. She came to the window and looked down, only to replace that a Lamborghini was speeding out of her sight.

"Patrick! Hey! Wait for me!" Amelia stood by the window shouting and waving, only to be answered by the cold wind of the night.

She stamped her foot and took out her mobile phone in a hurry. Then she turned on the light, ran downstairs, and went to the underground garage to fetch her car.

Patrick put his Bluetooth headset on his ear after leaving Roxxon Corporation and made a phone call to Cynthia.

"Patrick, I'm flying to the United States the day after tomorrow. Would you come to the F&S Club tonight?

I want you to have a drink with me and talk to me."

Patrick pondered for a few seconds before he said, "You're just recovering. You shouldn't drink."

Cynthia said in a sweet voice, "I just want to be willful once in a while. Please, come to me. I promise that I will only drink a little and never get drunk."

Patrick thought for a while. He had promised Cynthia that he would hang out with her before she went abroad. Since he had promised her, he should go. Anyway, Amelia didn't plan to celebrate his birthday for him!

Thinking of the picture of Amelia and Hobart embracing each other, Patrick felt his heart sank. He controlled the wheel and turned around before heading to the F&S Club!

As for Amelia, who was a long way from Patrick, she didn't see Patrick turning around at all. So she drove blindly and didn't realize that something was wrong until she arrived at a dead end.

She called Patrick immediately, only to replace that his phone had been busy. Amelia put down the phone in frustration. Patrick could have blacklisted her number in a fit of anger.

After a glance at the time, Amelia realized she was late for the agreed time with the owner of the cake shop. She thought for a while before changing her way to the cake shop, lest it was too late and the shop was closed.

The two cars, with the different thoughts of the two owners, went further and further apart...

At F&S Club.

"Gorgeous, would you like to have a drink with me?"

Glancing at the frivolous man in a suit in front of her, Cynthia had obvious disdain appearing on her pretty face. "I'm sorry, I have a date."

The suited man's gaze seemed to be solidified as it ran down Cynthia's peachy breasts, bare waist, and finally, her long legs in short pants... Looking at her, the man in the suit drooled.