Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 424

But Amelia had always been a pushover. Coupled with the whistles that had never stopped from the very beginning, it would be so awkward if she kept doing nothing. At this point, she had no choice but to steel herself, pretend that she didn't notice Patrick's cold eyes, and turn to Timothy to say in a low voice, "One song only!"

"Okay!" Timothy's smile widened. No woman was able to resist his stick and carrot, and Amelia was no exception.

Until the prelude of the song sounded, Patrick still found it hard to believe that Amelia was singing a love song with another man!

The beautiful melody combined the magnetism of Timothy's and the charm of Amelia's voice, which attracted the attention of those who hadn't expected to enjoy their performance. After a short time of surprise, Patrick was somehow possessed by a pang of anger.

He had never appreciated Amelia sang seriously alone. The only song he had accidentally heard from the phone was the offhand one she sang when she was drunk in Milton's.

Deep down, Patrick thought that Amelia's singing was as bad as her drinking. But it turned out that he was wrong, totally wrong!

It was as if the treasury he had been guarding for so long was opened in front of everyone. And the treasures inside were much more valuable than he had expected!

"Mr. Hopper, your cigarette is almost burning your hand..." Mamie reminded him carefully.

Patrick came to his senses, threw the broken cigarette into the ashtray, and stared with suppressed anger at Amelia and Timothy, who were staring at each other "affectionately".

But in fact, the "affectionate stare" purely resulted from Patrick's anger. The truth was that Amelia and Timothy's wires of the microphone were entangled together and getting tighter and tighter, so Amelia could only turn to separate them.

Because of their positions, instead of noting the intertwining wires, Patrick could only see that Timothy and Amelia were staring at each other!

Of all the people in the room, Patrick and Amelia were probably the only two who felt that the song was way too long. When the last note subsided, before they could enjoy the warm applause from the audience, Amelia hurried to put down the microphone and asked with a smile, "Who is next?"

Timothy put one hand in his pocket and whistled leisurely. Standing behind Amelia, he looked as if he was her lover.

Noting everyone's significant gaze on them, Amelia walked to Timothy in the front with annoyance and said, "Timothy, would you please sit somewhere else?"

"Why, Amelia?" This time, Timothy didn't even take a seat. Instead, he lifted his pants and squatted in front of Amelia, as if he had been comforting his sullen girlfriend.

To outsiders, Timothy was like a big dog. He was handsome and energetic, only needing a large furry tail behind him. Coupled with his orange hair, he looked like a loyal dog with golden fur! Amelia looked coldly at Timothy. "You are a wolf, don't pretend to be a lamb, okay?"

Timothy gave a short laugh, amused by the description. He crossed his hands and landed his chin on them as he stared at her. "Amelia, then you are a wolf, too. Would you stop pretending to be naive?" "What do you mean by that?" Amelia felt offended.

Timothy curled his lips, which were redder than women's, and said, "I have seen you go in and out of Mr. Hopper's office more than once. Sometimes you spent quite a long time before you come out. Don't tell me that you and Mr. Hopper, both single, were doing nothing there."

"So what?" Amelia suddenly lifted his chin with her index finger. In his contracted pupils, she moved closer to him and asked coquettishly, "I am so close to you now. Does it mean that I have to kiss you and tell you that I want to have sex with you?"

Timothy's breathing tensed up. He watched Amelia's smiling face and fixed his gaze on her beautiful, full lips. From such a close distance, he could even see the tip of her pink tongue...

He swallowed a mouthful without knowing it. Almost immediately, Timothy was aroused!

The realization drove him violently to push away Amelia and dashed out of the room as if he was trying to avoid a seductive female devil!

Seeing that, Doris asked in confusion, "Er? Amelia, what did you say to the biondie? Why did he suddenly run away?"

Amelia picked up the beer in front of her and took a sip joyfully before curling her lips. "Nothing. I just flirted with him." Doris commented that Timothy was so green. "He ran away after you flirting with him? He's even from

the PR."

When Mamie saw Timothy rushing out, she turned to Patrick and said, "Mr. Hopper, please excuse me."

Patrick nodded absent-mindedly. The only thing he wanted to do now was to tear Amelia apart and feed her to Rick!

Patrick could swallow the fact that she sang a love song with Timothy, but he didn't expect Amelia to be shameless enough to actually get so close to Timothy and offered to touch his chin! After making up his mind, Patrick rose abruptly, walked to the music machine, and played the song named Love in Hiroshima.

Under the intense gaze of everyone, he asked with obvious significance, "Who's going to sing the girl's part?"

"Me! Me! Me!" Another round of yelling started again.

But Patrick took a while to decide with whom to sing. As time went by, his eyes gradually grew restless from the early composure... "Amelia, somehow I feel like... Mr. Hopper is waiting for you to raise your hand?" Very well, Doris was telling the truth again.

"Ah?" Amelia looked at the man on the stage. When she found that Patrick was turning his back to

her, Amelia gave up Doris's guessing.

She returned to Doris and said with embarrassment, "Well, it seems to be a very old song. I don't even remember the melody. I don't think I can sing it well. So I'll pass."

If she had been heard by Patrick, he would have been so angry that he might throw the microphone away. So it was his fault for being old? It was his fault that he had ordered an old song?

In the end, Patrick and Lily sang the song together, leaving no chance for any single lady.

The employees of the sales department were even more convinced that Patrick was gay! Instead of inviting those beautiful young women, he chose Lily, a mother of a kid!

Half an hour later, Timothy came out of the bathroom with a red face. Before he could take a few steps, he met Mamie, who was standing outside waiting for him.

"Did you succeed?" Mamie crossed her arms in front of her chest and asked curiously.

"Succeed what?" The blush on Timothy's face faded away, replaced by veiled depression and irritation.