Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 429

Colleague C aked, "Well, can't they be childhood sweethearts?"

Childhood sweetheart? Given Patrick's grumpy personality, his childhood sweetheart must have been so unlucky. Frustrated, Amelia corrected them. "I met Patrick on a blind date."

"What?" Everyone roared!

"A good-looking man like Mr. Hopper needs a blind date? You must be kidding me!"

Amelia covered her almost-deaf ear and nodded. "Well, and we got married less than a month after the blind date."

"You got married that soon?" The crowd burst into another uproar!

How desperate Mr. Hopper must have been? He couldn't even wait to marry Amelia before they had dated for a month.

Amelia smiled dryly. What she was telling them the simplified story in which too many were remained untold since they were too embarrassing to be mentioned.

At the president's office.

When Patrick walked out of the elevator, he heard the secretary talking to someone. He looked over and found Mamie holding the secretary's arm tightly and badgering. "Miss, please just tell me when Mr. Hopper will come back."

"How could I know! I'm not his mind reader!" The secretary was so annoyed that she wished she could kick her.

"Miss..." The moment Mamie caught a glimpse at Patrick, she let go of her secretary and approached him anxiously, "Mr. Hopper, can we have a word?"

Patrick nodded casually. "Go ahead."

Mamie bit her lip. "Can we talk in your office?"

"You have so many requests." Patrick was indifferent.

Mamie could only give an awkward look at the secretary. But the latter didn't take orders from regular employees easily, not to mention that Mamie had been fired already! "Mr. Hopper, I need to work. I won't go anywhere."

After that, the secretary returned to her seat. Regardless of Mamie's feelings, she kept tapping her keyboard loudly.

Knowing that there was no way for her to get alone with Patrick, Mamie had no choice but to say, "Mr.

Hopper, here's the thing. I wonder how I have offended you so that you decide to expel me..."

Patrick hated tactless women the most. He had made himself clear enough, yet she was still here asking for the reason, "Didn't Ms. Reed tell you why when she went back?"

Mamie's eyes were filled with tears. "She did, but I couldn't accept it! From last night's conversation, I can tell that you do enjoy talking to me about teaching. It was obvious that you like me, so why did you fire me?"

Patrick began suddenly, "You remind me. I did replace it interesting that you used to be a teacher."

Mamie felt the glimmer of hope and hurried to say, "Then you should let me stay, Mr. Hopper. If you want, I could tell you stories every day."

"I don't need you to tell me stories, but I do have an ideal job for you," Patrick said seriously.

"What is it?" Could it be that she was going to be his secretary? Some keen longing possessed Mamie.

But Patrick began, "We are running a sponsorship project in Timothy Village recently and are in urgent need of excellent teachers. Didn't you teach middle school and cherish ideals more than money? How about t you go to the village to stay with the children and make progress with them together?"

After a while of digesting what Patrick meant, Mamie was very disappointed!

So he had asked her so many questions about teaching last night only because he had been testing her expertise!

After a long while, Mamie managed,"... No need, Mr. Hopper. I'm not interested in that job at all. I told you that much last night just to leave you a good impression. If ideals are more important than anything else, I wouldn't have quit my job to work for Roxxon. That's it. I'm leaving, Mr. Hopper!"

Looking at Mamie's retreating figure, Patrick turned to his secretary. "Is the job I offer too great? I can't believe it scares her away."

Except for repeating yes, the secretary couldn't replace any other words to respond to her boss, who had such poor people skills.

Mamie had obviously come to Patrick to woo him, only to replace herself ending up getting the answer that Patrick had talked to her because he was testing her competence. No one could take it without running away in embarrassment?

The phone rang.

For fear of offending Patrick, the secretary didn't pick up the phone immediately. "Mr. Hopper, sorry, but I have to take this call."

"Okay," with that, Patrick walked straight into his office.

After it was quiet again, the secretary picked up the phone. "Hello."

Listening to the excited voice from the other side of the phone, the secretary widened her eyes. She couldn't help looking at the office. Unfortunately, the door was closed, and she couldn't see Patrick at all. "The fact of Manager Ramsay being Mr. Hopper's wife is so..."

She was about to comment it as absurd when she remembered the interactions between Patrick and Amelia. Their so-called secret relationship had been made public in such an astonishing way. In the evening, at Land of Fragrance.

All day long Amelia had been observed, overtly and covertly, by all kinds of people. As soon as she returned home, she threw herself to the ground beside Rick and rubbed its head and feet, relieving her stress.

Rick was very excited to have fun with its hostess, provided that the big bad guy was not home.

Tired, Amelia lay on the carpet and lifted Rick over her. She asked, "Rick, will you bring your girlfriend home to meet us when you get one?"

Rick's big black eyes were full of confusion. "What is

a girlfriend? Is it edible?" he asked inwardly.

"Oh, right! You are only a few months old. Your penis might not have even grown yet."

Amelia cast a thoughtful glance at the lower part of Rick's body.

Rick let out a howl and wrinkled its already wrinkled face. Its hostess was such a rogue!

Amelia chuckled. "All right, I'm just joking. I just want to tell you that when you grow up and replace your girlfriend, remember to bring her home and let us know. You can't be with her without admitting your relationship. Don't you think it would be so unfair to her?"

What Amelia had said happened to be heard by Patrick when he returned home.

His eyes darkened slightly. For one, Amelia's comment of "you can't be with her without admitting your relationship" seemed to be a criticism of what Patrick had done. Secondly, since Rick was not allowed to be on their bed, Amelia was holding it messing around on the ground. Both the hostess and the dog deserved a lesson!

Hearing the sound of the door being opened, Amelia pushed Rick down from her body instinctively before she sat up from the ground, put on an eased look, and greeted Patrick, "Hi, welcome home!" Patrick put down his briefcase, sat down on the sofa, and looked at the empty seat next to him.

"Oh!" With that, Amelia sat over automatically.