Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 423

Greatly pleased by Doris's praise, Patrick took out a few cash from his wallet again. "Take them. Have something good tonight." "Thank you, Mr. Hopper!" Doris happily took the money and cheerfully ordered all the snacks and drinks.

After receiving the change, Doris looked over her shoulder to return the money to Patrick, only to replace him turned around and left.

Doris thought for a while and suddenly handed the money to Amelia. "Amelia, you know Mr. Hopper well. How about you return the money for me?"

Amelia asked with confusion, "Why don't you give it back to him yourself?"

Doris was frustrated and a little annoyed by that. "Amelia, you are so terrible at taking advantage of opportunities. When you return the money to Mr. Hopper, you could take the chance to bond with him, right?" Amelia raised the end of her eyebrow. "Why do you want me to bond with him?"

Doris said in a serious manner, "As the saying goes, great trees are good for nothing but shade. If you have a good relationship with Mr. Hopper, our department is sure to have a promising future." Amelia gripped the money in her hand. According to her understanding of Patrick's personality, he would be angry if she returned this little money to him.

After pondering for a while, Amelia put the money back into Doris's hand and said, "Since Mr. Hopper gives the money to you, he certainly doesn't expect to have it back. Just take it and regard it as a gift for Christmas."

After that, without giving Doris a chance to protest, Amelia told the salesgirl to deliver the food they ordered to their rooms and left.

"Hey, Amelia, wait..." Doris stamped her feet and hurried after Amelia.

When the group entered the room, Mamie seized the moment to sit on the right next to Patrick. Lily followed closely behind her and sat down on the sofa on the other side of Patrick.

Soon, beers, fried chicken, popcorn, and French fries were served on the table by the waiters. Lily tried to coax Patrick to eat some in the way she did to other male clients, only to replace him dodging the food she presented to him and taking out a cigarette from his pocket to smoke.

He was very elegant. Far from being repulsive, his smoking in the public was such a pleasure to watch.

Not only Leslie, but Mamie and other beautiful women in the PR were a little charmed.

Seeing them, employees from the sales department gave looks of disdain simultaneously. "Huh, those vixens in the PR look like they're going to eat Mr. Hopper alive. I'm sick of it!"

Another followed, "That is one of the reasons why the PR is unpopular. They are always slutty to whoever in front of them."

Just as the sales department was in agreement, a pleasant but slightly sad male voice came. "Ladies, so you have that many misunderstandings about our department."

Almost at the same time, everyone turned their heads to the man speaking and found a boy with short orange hair, dimples, and a cute and enchanting smile...

But precisely, he was already an adult. Just because of his fair, tender face, he was easy to be mistaken for a teen.

"You are... Timothy Gibbon?" Lily searched her memory and asked with uncertainty.

"Yes, that's me. Ms. Seth, you have such a good memory." With a smile, Timothy pointed to an empty seat beside them with the hand holding beer and requested, "Ladies, the sofa over there is too crowded. Can I sit here with you?"

"Of course. Welcome!" Timothy was handsome and, more importantly, polite. How could they have the heart to refuse him!

Not interested, Amelia was having her snakes. She didn't even pay attention to what Timothy looked like.

The next second, she felt the sofa beside her sank, and then a bottle of beer was in front of her. "May I have a drink with you?"

Amelia looked back at him coolly, which aroused his interest in her even more.

"Come on, do me a favor. I am Timothy Gibbon from the PR. Call me Timo or Tim."

Amelia turned away, pretending not to hear what he had said, and began to chat with people from the sales department.

Being overlooked again, Timothy was not discouraged. With his good looks, he slipped into the conversation of the sales department and made it difficult for Amelia to ignore him. Suddenly, the one responsible for the music asked through the microphone, "Who's going to sing 'You're Marrying Me Today"!"

"Me!" "Give it to me!"

A large number of microphone hogs yelled.

Mamie looked at Patrick and asked, "Mr. Hopper, would you sing a song with me?"

Patrick pursed his lips and said directly, "I can't sing."

"No way?" Mamie looked surprised. Shouldn't this man be omnipotent?

Patrick took the cigarette from his lips with one hand and pointed at his throat with the other. "I have a hoarse and low voice from smoking. You won't like it."

Mamie let out a shy smile. "No one's not going to like you. We all admire you very much."

After that, she looked at Patrick expectantly. If he liked her, he would definitely say something to the hint in her words.

But to her surprise, the feeling Patrick gave out changed abruptly. The next second, the cigarette between his fingers was broken into two by him!

A few seconds ago...

When Timothy heard the name of the song, his eyes lit up. Suddenly, he grabbed Amelia's left hand and raised it together with his. "We want to sing, too!"

Amelia looked confused. Who would have expected that a few seconds ago, she was still listening to her colleague's joke, and now someone was lifting her hand without informing her in advance? Soon, she heard cheers and whistles. Amelia knew the reason immediately. "You're Marrying Me Today" was a song of... love.

In the noise, she was surprised to realize that Patrick was staring at her with an angry face.

Shocked, she subconsciously tried to shake off Timothy's hand on her, but Timothy didn't allow her to escape. His grip tightened and his smile widened. "Amelia, so many people are watching us. If you abandon me, how can I support to work with dignity in Roxxon?"

"Timothy, before you raised my hand, did you ask whether I want to sing or not?"

Amelia knew very well that there was no need to run away from a song, but that did not mean that she could accept Timothy's making decision for her without asking for her opinion.

Timothy softened his voice with a doe-eyed, innocent look. "I'm sorry. My fault. But don't we all come to karaoke for singing? Amelia, don't be shy. Just sing with me and come down. It doesn't hurt." It did not hurt, but it might kill her! Amelia shed tears inwardly.