Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 39

Seeing the passers-by were looking at them frequently, Milton raised his hands above his head and pretended to be innocent, saying, "Hey, look, it's her throwing herself at me, not me wanting to take the

advantage of her!"

Amelia looked at him tiredly and said, "I'm having a fever."

Milton said, "Yep, you've said that."

Amelia requested, "I wanna ask for a sick leave."

Milton agreed as if he were her boss, "Okay, it's permitted."

Amelia continued in a low voice, "I'm so sleepy."

Milton said tenderly, "Go ahead. I'm your pillow here."

Amelia snow-white ears trembled and struggled to stand straight. Milton flicked her head, which was as hot as a pancake, and pushed her back to his chest and whispered, "Don't be this strong. I'm here with you."

At the sunset. Inside the car, the atmosphere was cool and refreshing.

When Amelia turned awake, the car door was pulled open. She turned and saw Milton. She asked in a hoarse voice, "What's the time?"

"It's time to get off the work," Milton Cook responded.

"Where did you go just now?" Amelia continued

asking.

Milton supported himself with one hand on the roof of the car and threw an ice bag onto Amelia's thigh with the other hand and said, "After putting you in the car, I went to the department store and established a rough idea of the sales."

Amelia pressed the ice bag on her dizzy and swollen forehead and said softly, "I'm sorry."

She should have shown Milton around in the store, but in the end, she slept in his car.

Milton was stunned by her eyes of weakness and asked, "I send you to the hospital?"

Amelia pursed her dry lips and said, "I know a clinic, which isn't crowded, so I don't have to wait..."

Before she can finish her sentence, Milton said, "Go to the hospital! I have a friend who is specialist there. Let me call him and you can take the short cut."

Milton knew clearly Amelia's personality, so he knew how to please her. Pulling up the suit jacket covering her body and his evil eyes were full of tenderness and said, "Take a nap. I'll wake you up when we are there."

"Okay..." Amelia turned her face and leaned against the window in a comfortable angle.

There were many small restaurants and small shops opposite to Roxxon. It was dinner time and there were a lot of customers, some of whom were Roxxon's staff.

Suddenly, two figures flashed into Amelia's vision. A man and a woman were couldn't be normal usually, but she was shocked by this pair and her sleepiness was gone.

She saw that Patrick was accompanied by a petite and lovely lady, who decided on one of the restaurants.

The restaurant was small and the distance between each table was tiny. When Patrick sat on a plastic chair, his long legs were squeezed between the table and the chair legs, looking strange. How could such a picky man would be willing to dine in a small restaurant.

At this time, Milton's face were only 10cm to Amelia's face and she could hear his breath vaguely. She immediately came to her senses.

"Don't move." He ordered in a deep voice.

"What are you doing?" Amelia did not dare to move, afraid that she would kiss on Milton when she turned his head.

Milton explained impatiently, "What do you think I'm doing? Helping you with your seat belt."

As soon as he finished his words, it was belted.

Then Amelia got relaxed and forced herself to withdraw the gaze at Patrick.

Patrick's so-called "client" turned out to be this young lady. Amelia closed her eyes helplessly.

At the same time, Cynthia, who was sitting face to face with Patrick, grinned and said, "Brother Patrick, I've just reported at work and don't have much money and this is the restaurant that I can afford. I'll treat you a feast next month after receiving the salary."