Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 397

Amelia stared blankly at Hobart's ringed little finger. Generally, most men had longer fingers than women did, and Hobart had at least a dozen rings on his fifth finger. Put together, these glistening rings were awe-inspiring!

Amelia couldn't help but commented, "Hobart, even parvenus don't wear rings the way you do."

Hobart gazed at her in an obsessive way and said, "Silly, can't you see that I'm helping you with your business?"

Despite herself, Amelia spoke her mind, "But I start to worry that you will be single forever after seeing you wearing so many pinky rings at one time."

A smile reached Hobart's eyes. "It doesn't matter. If I don't meet the right woman in another two years, I'll make do with you."

At that, Milton let out a cold snort to express his contempt for Hobart.

Then Milton reached out and showed Amelia his slender left hand that even women would be jealous of. He said, fighting for Amelia's favor as well, "I'm buying too. Hurry up and help me try it on." "Milton, I don't think you should do that..."

Before Amelia could finish her sentence, Hobart's face changed as he slapped Milton's outstretched hand off.

"Hobart, I want to kick your ass!" Milton couldn't take it any longer.

Hobart said calmly, "Milton, how many times do I have to remind you? You already have a girlfriend, so why are you buying a pinky ring? You'd better get some sex toys."

Milton was so annoyed that he almost wanted to break up with Maryanne right now, but Amelia's following comments froze him. "Hobart is right. Pinky rings are for single people. Since you have a girlfriend, you should check our wedding ring."

"But how could you wear it?" Milton chose to ignore the latter part of Amelia's words and stared at her little finger somewhat bitterly.

Amelia said in a frustrated tone, "I am the model responsible for showing our rings. Of course, I need to wear it. Please, both of you, don't make trouble. Go away. Don't prevent me from doing business." Noting that Amelia kept saying something about her business, Hobart got the message. That was, Amelia was not only short of money, but she was also in urgent need of it!

It would be easy if it were another woman. But Amelia had always been very sensible and would never take advantage of others. Even

if Hobart wanted to help her, he needed to do it differently.

At the thought of that, Hobart pretended to be curious. "Amelia, until now, do you have more male or female clients?"

"Male clients." And her only two female customers were pushed away by them. Amelia thought, defeated.

"Do you know why?" Hobart asked persuasively.

Amelia knew the point that opposites attract, so she answered immediately, "Because I'm a woman."

"You've missed the most important reason, and that's that you're a beautiful woman. I'm afraid that any mediocre woman would have died of shame before they even appeared in front of you, not to mention come to buying your rings." Hobart never forgot to praise her.

Amelia automatically ignored his compliment and went straight to the point. "But almost all the sellers here are female. You can't get a male seller to serve female customers, let alone any handsome guy!" "That's not true. Isn't there a handsome guy in front of you?" Hobart pointed at himself without being self-conscious.

Amelia tilted her head and asked somewhat adorably, "What do you mean?"

Hobart followed, "I've done some research on jewelry. Give me half the counter, and I promise that you'll get endless female customers. When you get off work, I'm sure you will have way too much commission."

Amelia was a little tempted, but she restrained herself and asked, "But... Will it be too much trouble for you?"

Hobart said with a relaxed smile, "I have plenty of time anyway, and I'm also very glad to do something else on weekends."

In the face of Milton's cold, cunning-man look, Hobart set a trap for him. "Milton will have to pick up Maryanne for lunch later. He probably won't be of much help to you."

"Holy sh*t! When did I invite Maryanne for lunch?" yelled Milton inwardly.

Milton decided not to fall into his trap and said decisively to Amelia, "I'm staying and helping you!"

Seeing that Amelia was about to open her red lips and refuse him, Milton shouted directly, "Don't kick me away! Otherwise, you are no longer my friend!"

Trembling, Amelia agreed, "Then... do whatever you want."

As a result, the counter, which had belonged to

Amelia only, was divided into three parts. She was sandwiched in the middle by two different but equally handsome guys. From time to time, she "enjoyed" jealous looks from other female customers, which she felt so awkward.

But she had to admit that women were the major buyers of jewelry. Since Milton and Hobart had been here, the store was crowded with women of all ages.

Amelia was both in pain and happy...

And the scene of popularity happened to be noticed by Patrick, who was passing by after a meeting with his clients.

The key was that the glass of the Crown Jewelry Company was transparent. As a result, people and things inside could be seen clearly. Moreover, Amelia's special counter was particularly arranged by Mr. Cosmo in the center of the front door. So they were not difficult to be found.

"Crown Jewelry..." Patrick read the name of the store. Sitting in the car, he was surprised that apart from the Scarlet Clothing Company, other companies offered part-time jobs to Amelia.

And after Patrick recognized who the two men around Amelia were, his mood, which had not been very good, got worse.

Patrick tightened his hands on the steering wheel.

He had never expected that Hobart and Milton would simultaneously appear at Amelia's side and peacefully selling jewelry for her.

There was a second when Patrick had an impulse to rush in and drag Amelia away, but then he came up with a better idea.

He took out his cell phone and dialed two familiar numbers. He then stayed in the car patiently, waiting for the drama.

After a while, a small red sports car rushed into Patrick's sight like a wild horse. Because of the nontransparent glass of Patrick's car, the woman did not see him when she rolled down her window. Maryanne got off the car and glared at the Crown Jewelry Company. After seeing that her boyfriend was standing beside Amelia to help, she felt that her stomach, which had been uncomfortable, started to churn with anger, so she frowned in pain.

Maryanne stood still and took a deep breath. "Don't jump the queue!" "Get back!" She ignored the customers' shouting and elbowed her way to the three.

"Miss, may I ask..." Amelia stopped abruptly as she looked up at Maryanne.

She turned to Milton, who was wearing a strange look, and asked, "You said you didn't invite Maryanne for lunch? Isn't she here to look for you?"

"No, I didn't ask her out!" Troubled, Milton explained to Amelia before pulling Hobart's collar and asking viciously, "Did you ask Maryanne to be here?"