Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 422

Knowing that Amelia was venting her anger on him, Patrick didn't care. Instead, he tenderly held out his big palm to her and offered, "I'll help you, if you can't stand up yourself." Amelia didn't look at his hand. She hooked the back of the chair in front of her and rose suddenly, only to replace herself bumped against the light because of too much strength.

She held her head and let out a low cry. If only something could make her faint now! So she wouldn't have to make a fool of herself anymore!

Patrick was both amused and concerned when he looked at Amelia, who was rolling in the seat with her head in her arms. "Manager Ramsay, you can't relieve the pain by rolling around with your hands on your head."

Amelia knew it of course! She just didn't want to see that face while he was laughing at her!

"Manager Ramsay, do you need me to carry you out of the car?" This time, Patrick changed his wording from help to carry.

"Can't he just shut up and get out of the car?" thought Amelia.

Seeing that Amelia insisted on playing dead, Patrick was about to say something when he was reminded by Mamie behind him, "Mr. Hopper, there's nobody ahead. We could get off. I still have so much to tell you about my students."

He took a significant look at Amelia. Realizing that she wouldn't talk to him at all, Patrick left an okay to Mamie with resignation and got off the bus.

Amelia picked up her ears to make sure that the footsteps around had all disappeared before she took her hand off her head and rubbed her eyes. She must have a lump on her head. Otherwise, how could it hurt that much!

At Triumph Karaoke.

There were so many people in sales and PR together that the manager of the karaoke was unable to fit all of them into a single private room anyway.

As a result, Lily and Reed decided that the core employees of both departments had priority in being in the same room with Mr. Hopper. As for the rest, they had to work harder next year.

Amelia was certainly one of the core members of the sales department, but now she didn't want to be in the same room with Mamie and Leslie. So she tactfully told Lily that she wanted to go to the other room. "Ah? Amelia, you..." Before Lily could ask her to stay, Patrick's voice came from their left side, "Manager Ramsay, I heard that you'd like to go to the other room?"

Amelia couldn't help thinking of her embarrassing behaviors in the car. She glared at Patrick secretly, which did no harm to him at all. "Yeah, I don't like crowded places and prefer a less crowded room." Patrick curled his lips. "Right. So that you wouldn't be stepped on your feet, or be pressed against the glass, or see stars because you hit yourself so hard."

Knowing what he meant, Amelia bulged her face like a little hamster. How could he be that mean? The more she tried to forget it, the more determined he was to bring it up. And he even mentioned it in front of everyone!

As expected, Lily, Doris, and several other employees asked Patrick how much Amelia had suffered.

Amelia wouldn't sit back and watch Patrick talk about it to everyone. Otherwise, the reputation of Manager Ramsay would be gone forever. She said in a hurry, "Mr. Hopper, guys, please save the talk. You're going to sing later!"

Patrick chuckled and lowered his voice as he asked her, "You're afraid that I'll tell everything that happened to you on the bus?" "You will not do it!" Blushed, Amelia ordered blushingly.

"Oh, otherwise?" Patrick did want to take a bite of the red apple in front of him.

Amelia began with anger and embarrassment, "Otherwise... From tomorrow night on, you will never get into my bed!"

"So there's still a chance for me to get into your bed tonight, isn't there?" Patrick always seemed to enjoy catching her off guard.

Amelia leaned against the wall with one hand, wordless and frustrated.

The next second, someone from the sales department turned back to remind them. "Mr. Hopper, Ms. Ramsay, don't just stand there. Come and order some food!" Patrick took a step forward and said wickedly, "If you don't want me to broadcast what you have done, come to the same room with me to supervise my mouth." Amelia had no choice but to chase after him, lest what he said really happened.

All of their interactions were seen by Mamie, who was covertly watching Patrick. She rolled her charming eyes and looked at the man standing beside her, Timothy.

While others were told which room to go to, Timothy was standing in front of the mirror and fiddling with his ear studs.

Through the reflection of the mirror, Timothy met Mamie's thoughtful eyes. He turned around and asked, "What can I do for you?"

Mamie was blunt, "Timothy, you've always said that you want to get to know Amelia, haven't you? Why didn't you make any move when we're finally out to have fun together today?"

Timothy lighted up at her words. "Being too close to her might result in a counter effect. I'm waiting for the right time."

Mamie goaded him. "You're so popular among female customers, yet you still need to wait? Aren't you usually the one who makes the move first?"

"Huh." Timothy did not comment on that, but there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

As for Amelia, she had been drawn to the sales counter by the eager Doris. They pointed at the food on the computer screen and had a heated discussion.

"Amelia, what flavor of popcorn do you want?" Amelia blurted out her habits, "I'll have it plain." "Oh, then I'll have the chocolate flavor." While speaking, Doris caught a glimpse at Patrick, who was behind them, and turned around immediately to

ask, "What about you, Mr. Hopper?"

Looking at the back of Amelia's head, Patrick began to consider the junk food that he normally wouldn't eat. "I like it lightly milky."

Lightly milky?

With her back to him, Amelia had a look of disbelief on her face. Didn't Patrick hate food with milk?

"Okay. So a plain one, a chocolate one, and a milky one." Doris turned back to the salesgirl and ordered. Not feeling enough, she asked Amelia and Patrick, "How about having each of the others? They can be late-night snacks."

"No problem," Patrick said before Amelia could and generously gave Doris some cash.

"Mr. Hopper, you are such a gentleman. The woman marries to you will not die of old age, but drown herself in your gentleness."

Because of Amelia, Doris had always had a subtle fondness for Patrick, as if Amelia had been her sister and Patrick had been her brother-in-law.

But Doris kept the feeling to herself only and never dare to talk about it randomly with others.

"Gentleman? Him?" Amelia stifled her disagreement and resisted the impulse to bring Doris to the hospital to have a check on her eyes. She turned back to the salesgirl and ordered some beers.