Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 42

At this moment, Patrick felt the heat on her body, raising his hand to rub her forehead and asked in a low voice, "Why do you have a fever?"

"... It was rain-soaked." Amelia's long eyelashes hung down with a bit of sorrow.

"S**t!" Patrick cursed and quickly took out his mobile phone.

Amelia asked, "What are you doing?"

Patrick answered, "Call the family doctor."

Amelia said torpidly, "No, thanks. I've just come back from the hospital."

Patrick looked at her and asked in a cold voice, "Oh? It turns out that the man picked you from the office, sent you to the hospital and finally sent you home?"

Amelia said in her tired voice, "Don't call him 'that man'. He is Milton Cook, the Director at Lintons Ads Company. He's my friend."

Patrick was convinced and said, "If you hadn't told me earlier, I wouldn't have known his name."

He saw she was dropped off by a man just from the window on the second floor but couldn't recognise.

He continued with frown, "Milton Cook for Lintons? He actually did what he, as a husband, should do." He held back his anger as he cared about the discomfort of Amelia. It was late at night.

The body was into the leather sofa, the arm was rested on the cushion, the hair was on the both sides of the cheek, Amelia looked particularly weak with shallow breath. The anger in Patrick's heart, oddly disappeared upon seeing Amelia's tiredness at this time.

While she was asleep, he easily took her to his king-size bed, lifted up a black silk quilt and wrapped around her chest.

At this time, he heard her phone ringing. He waled forward and took out her phone from the corner of the sofa. He couldn't stop feeling strange upon reading the name on the phone, "George Ramsay?" Her father seemed to have gotten used to Amelia's silence, so almost as soon as it was connected, George started speaking, "My dear, can you come to the engagement banquet of Brittany and Daniel tomorrow? Daddy understands that if it weren't for Brittany, we wouldn't have been alienated like this, but what can I do? It's already there...

Fortunately, you have found your own husband and I feel happy for you. Oh, let me stop here... My dear, your presence tomorrow undoubtedly represents your relief of your previous relationship with Daniel. You are the elder daughter of our family not like an ordinary girl, so you shouldn't hold the grudge."

Without hearing any response, the father had no idea if Amelia would follow his words or not but repeated the location and time of the engagement banquet. Before hanging up, he told her to invite Patrick to

come.

"..." Hearing this, Patrick didn't respond anything.

The next day.

Amelia felt hungry upon being awake. Sleeping for a whole night, she felt much more energetic with a loss of appetite.

Walking down in a nightgown, she heard sizzling in the kitchen, seeing Patrick cooking hurry- scurry, interspersing his talk with curses.

Amelia asked, "Mr., are you preparing breakfast?"

Unconsciously, she came to the back of Patrick and found that his skills were worse than her mother-in-law.

Before the oil in the pot was blown up, she stepped forward and turned off the fire in time.

Patrick looked back at the Amelia's teasing eyes and got annoyed, shoving the spatula to her and said, "Okay, it's your show time."