Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 413

Although Patrick was rough, when he touched Amelia's right foot, he grew gentler subconsciously for fear of the slightest damage he would have done to her. Realizing him being soft-hearted, Patrick cursed himself. This woman had betrayed him. Why on earth should he care about her feelings?

Standing at the door, the secretary guessed Patrick didn't hear the knock on the door and knocked another twice.

Amelia was even more nervous. She didn't dare to make a sound and could only beg Patrick to let go of her with her wet, pretty eyes.

Til ask them in, or I go out and meet my guest with you in my arms like this. What do you think?"

The coldness in Patrick's eyes showed that he wasn't joking.

"No!" Knowing that he was a man of his word, Amelia buried her face in his chest in horror so as not to prevent the man about to come in from seeing her. Patrick stared at her trembling shoulders and listened to the knockings on the door from time to time. A flash of determination appeared in his eyes!

He reached out to pick up the suit jacket from the floor and put it on her carelessly before carrying her and walking towards the door!

Amelia was dumbfounded, assuming that Patrick was going to throw her outside. She hurried to put her hands on her face and shut her eyes as if she had been an ostrich. "Sorry, I was wrong! Don't throw me out like this..."

She cried so hard!

Patrick paused and looked down at the little woman in his arms. "You're scared now?"

Amelia was covering her face with her hands, so she missed the teasing on his face. She gave up, revealing her weakness. "You can punish me any way you want, but I don't want to be seen naked..." "Little idiot." Patrick's voice came from above her after a while. "Open your eyes and see where you are."

Amelia kept shaking her head. Patrick must have brought her outside. She didn't want to meet the disdainful gazes of the secretaries, clients, and her colleagues.

It wasn't until Patrick threw her to the soft bed behind that Amelia cried out and started

to slowly open her eyes. The floor was never as soft

as the bed under her.

Realizing that Patrick had brought her to the break room next to his office, Amelia flushed and said gratefully and sadly, "You lied to me..."

Patrick stood next to the bed and looked down at her. "What's wrong with me lying to you? You even colluded with Ryan to act against me. Maybe you have long known about Ryan's solution. You didn't tell me because you were waiting to see me make a fool of myself, did you?"

Noting the coldness in his eyes, Amelia was chilled. She pulled over the quilt to wrap herself up and argued in a low voice, "I didn't... I did call to warn him, but I didn't know how he was going to deal with it." "You didn't know? Do you think I will still believe you?"

Patrick swore that he would be pissed to death by Amelia sooner or later. She would protect all the people he wanted to take down!

It was understandable for Amelia to defend Jessica since they were friends. But who the h*ll was Ryan? Why should she care about him?

Amelia didn't know that what bothered Patrick was not the company's loss but that Amelia didn't put Patrick in the first place, which was worse than him losing tens of millions!

She said with sadness, "How about you put the loss of the sale of drinks these days on me? I... I'll pay the money back."

Anyway, there was probably not so much difference between owing 10 million and 40 million. She would take the responsibility!

Patrick narrowed his eyes. "How do you want to return it? Considering the money you earned from your two part-time jobs, it's just a drop in the bucket."

"I could keep working part-time. You see, I just worked a little bit harder and I got one million. If I work ten times harder, I would earn ten million, wouldn't I?" Amelia promised solemnly. Patrick frowned and said shortly, "You're not working part-time!"

Considering that Amelia was sure to argue with him again if he had no proper reason, Patrick thought for a while and announced, "I did this voluntarily to act against Ryan. Even if I have won the price war, I wouldn't be able to get back the money I lost, so you don't have to take responsibility so soon. I'm not short of money."

Seeing that he wouldn't accept her compensation, Amelia was a little sad despite herself. But then she thought, "I've secretly helped Ryan, and now I'm making such a promise to him. He must think I'm a hypocritical woman, doesn't he?"

But she had no idea that Patrick did that because he didn't want himself to regret it anymore.

He had said something harsh about the cemetery, making her run around and her feet stabbed by broken glass. If she did it again, he would have to worry about her again.

Before Patrick knew it, he had forgotten why she was to blame. Even he himself found it somewhat unbelievable. Since when did he get so good-tempered?

She had thrown away the package sent by Sissi...

She was also responsible for Ryan's counterattack...

If these things had happened before, Patrick would never have let her go so easily!

But now...

Watching his changing expressions, Amelia felt her heart pounding irregularly. Finally, she made up her mind and said, "Patrick, you should just vent your anger on me. If you keep staring at me with that smile or something, I'll have nightmares."

Patrick's handsome face darkened. How terrifying must he look to bring her a nightmare?

Since it was work time, Patrick held himself back and said, "Remember, stay here. Don't come out before I ask you to."

After that, Patrick organized the first two buttons on his shirt, turned around, and walked out of the break room calmly. Before he left, he closed the door.

"I'm not going out. It's not like I have suitable clothes to wear now..."

Amelia muttered and got out of the quilt. Taking a look at her torn uniform, she sighed bitterly.

After returning to his office, Patrick picked up the phone and asked the secretary to bring the appointed guest in.

And the man who came in was Jeremy, boss of the Scarlet Clothing Company. "Mr. Hopper, before I came to your office, I went to the sales department. I was thinking about visiting Miss Ramsay, but unfortunately, she was not there."

"She's fine. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Roland."

After a polite reply, Patrick took out a cigarette pack and a lighter from his pocket, lit the cigarette up, and started to smoke.

Jeremy rested his hands on his knees, regardless of the second-hand smoke, and said calmly, "Here's the thing, Mr. Hopper. Didn't you order uniforms from our company before? After more than a month's careful production, the quality of this batch is excellent, and the price is favorable..."

After a flurry of introduction, Jeremy spat out the latter part of his speech, "And I've delivered them to the downstairs of your company building. Oh, by the way..."