Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 377

"Stop right there!" Granny Hopper shouted in a domineering manner. "Where's Amelia? The same as you, she didn't come back last night. Do you know where she is?"

The frown on Patrick's face was deeper. "You can call her and ask yourself."

Granny Hopper pressed her lips. They didn't make a phone call for fear of interrupting the couple, only to replace that Patrick came back alone this morning. So they hadn't stayed together at all.

Seeing the worries in Granny Hopper's eyes, Florence patted the crumbs off her hands and said, "Grandma, I'll call Amelia right away..."

Just as she finished speaking, there was a creaking sound from the gate. The door was opened and a slender figure walked in.

"I'm back," Amelia said, standing still.

Granny Hopper was cheered up from her previous concerns. "Amelia, come here quickly. The porridge is still warm. I'm preparing you one bowl."

Florence asked, pretending to be jealous, "Grandma, who is your real granddaughter?"

Granny Hopper ignored that and went busy for

Amelia. Amelia went into the kitchen and said in a flattered tone, "Grandma, I can do it by myself."

Granny Hopper grabbed Amelia's hands, which were holding the bowl, and asked one question after another, "Weren't you with Patrick last night? Why did he come back first today? Has he treated you poorly again?"

"It's a bit complicated. To put it simply, I was with Mr. Hopper yesterday. It was just that I received a call from my family this morning saying that my father's condition has improved. So I went to the hospital to see my father first."

"Is that so? Did your father wake up?"

Amelia repeated what the doctor had said to her to Granny Hopper.

Granny Hopper sighed with regret and said, "Medical technology is so advanced nowadays. If the doctors in Northville are not good enough, we could hire doctors from abroad. We'll cure your father!" "Thank you, grandma!" Amelia said gratefully.

After hastily finishing a bowl of porridge, Amelia put down her chopsticks and went upstairs to knock on the door of Patrick's study.

"Who is it?" "It's me.

"Come in."

After receiving his permission, Amelia pushed the door open and entered the room. She found Patrick was sitting in a large office chair with his fingers lightly tapping on the table, looking as if he was deep in thought.

"There's something I want to ask you," she said.

"Good. I also have something to tell you, too." He replied.

Willing to wait for her turn, Amelia said, "Oh, you go first."

Patrick closed his eyes and spoke out the words that he had been preparing for a long time. "I had... sex with Cynthia last night."

Amelia thought mechanically, "Is this a formal reply?"

Cynthia could lie to Amelia, but it didn't mean that Patrick would do the same. Now that he had admitted it himself, it was not an exaggeration to say that her heart was broken to pieces!

After a while, she asked with difficulty, "What's your plan?"

"I..." Patrick was lost in thought. If only it was someone else, but it was the one who had saved him. How could he explain it to Cynthia and her family?

Seeing that he was in a dilemma, Amelia coldly decided for him. "Do you want to divorce me and take responsibility for her?"

"No!" Patrick rejected, feeling pain in his heart.

His reaction was unusually strong as if Amelia had poked the most vulnerable part of him.

Amelia opened her red lips. "So let's meet each other halfway. Are you giving her money to send her away?"

"That's the only way," Patrick rubbed his eyebrows and said.

"Well, according to the plan, she will fly to the United States tomorrow, and you should compensate her at one time. From then on, you won't contact each other anymore! At least, don't do that in front of me!" With that, Amelia shook her hands and was about to leave.

The next second, Patrick quickly went in front of her and said with guilt, "It's my fault this time. I promise that such a thing would never happen again!"

Amelia looked straight into his eyes and said word by word, "You promised so easily. If you can't do it, please don't say it." After a pause, she said in a low voice, "In fact, when Cynthia asked me to pick you up at the hotel last night, I no longer believed in your promise."

Patrick took a step forward and asked in surprise, "What? You've come to the hotel to look for me?"

"Not only did I 'look for you', I even stayed with you for the rest of the night in place of Cynthia. I didn't leave until early in the morning!"

Amelia knew Patrick had a shortcoming, which was that he would be forgetful when he drank. He had forgotten Amelia's existence, but he remembered having sex with Cynthia. It was obvious that a wife was never as good as a mistress.

Patrick fell into a trance at first, then he seemed to be enlightened before he was finally relieved. "I see! I see!" he said happily.

Amelia asked, "What do you mean?" Except the tone sounded more like she was wondering what was wrong with him.

With his originally dark eyes turning as dazzling as stars, Patrick impulsively kissed Amelia on her cheek. "No wonder it felt so familiar. Because it was you who had sex with me and wore off the drug for me!" Amelia bit her lip, wondering whether Patrick was worth her trusting or not. "Patrick, you claimed that you had sex with Cynthia, but then you said the one sleeping with you was only me. What do you take me for? Some stupid creature?"

Patrick, who had cleared his worries, smiled brightly and said, "It's all my fault. Don't you know what kind of man I would be when I get drunk? Here's the thing. Last night, Cynthia asked me to meet her at F&S Club. As a result, I accidentally took a drugged drink..."

Sullen, Amelia cut in. "And then you couldn't control yourself and slept with Cynthia, is that so? After that, the drug was still effective and Cynthia couldn't take it anymore, so you asked her to call me to take her place? Stop talking, it's disgusting!"

He rearranged Amelia's shoulders and turned the upset lady's head to him before he continued, holding back his laughter, "Mrs. Hopper, if it were any other man, they would probably have done what you just said..."

"You!" Amelia was so angry that her eyes turned red.

Patrick presented a turn in time. "But am I an ordinary man? For you, I held myself back."

Under Amelia's suspicious gaze, Patrick reached out his hands, which were covered by band-aids, and said, boastful, "If it weren't to keep sober, I wouldn't have hurt myself on purpose."

A thought flashed into Amelia's mind like lightning. She held Patrick's fist and said in astonishment, "You... kept your mind clear by feeling pain?"

Patrick nodded firmly without any guilt or uncertainty in his eyes.

It was so painful that Amelia felt as if her heart had been cut by sharp knives.

Patrick said cheerfully, "But I'm glad that you came at the end!"