Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 431

"Then..." Amelia wanted to ask when Hobart was going to hang up. The water in the bathtub was getting cold.

Hobart suddenly let out the laughter of schadenfreude. "It occurs to me that there's someone even poorer than me. I need to talk with him. That is sure to make me feel better..." Amelia couldn't help but ask, "Who?"

"Who else could it be? Milton!" Hobart's laughter grew even louder.

Hearing him, Amelia replied calmly, "If you're going to tell him that I'm married, save it. He knew it a long time ago."

The beeping voice came.

Amelia took the phone from her ears to have a look and found that Hobart had hung up.

What happened?

She touched her chin in bewilderment. Finally, she put away the phone and said, carefree, "Whatever. I'm going to take a bath!"

As for Hobart...

He was sitting in the grand living room at home

with Maryanne on his left and his mother on his right. Noting that he had been sighing after the phone call, his mother turned her gaze from the TV she had been watching and gave Hobart a strange look. "Hobart, it is not the end of the world yet. Why are you pulling a long face?"

Hobart covered his heart and pretended to be heartbroken. "Mom, don't worry about me. Leave me alone with my sad moment."

Maryanne slid Hobart a sideways glance. "Hobart, how is your heart in a different position from others?"

Hobart hurried to shifted his hand from the right side of his chest to the left and announced to his younger sister, who had just ruined his moment, "Maryanne, I didn't plan to tell you. But since you've brought it up, I'd better tell you the truth as soon as possible."

Had she? Had she brought anything up?

Maryanne scratched her head in confusion but still followed Hobart's words and asked, "What do you want to tell me? Go ahead."

Hobart looked straight into her eyes with the thought that they should share the terrible news and declared, "Patrick is married."

But Maryanne didn't shout as Hobart thought she should have. Instead, she asked in puzzlement, "He

is married?"

Hobart nodded heavily.

Maryanne took some time to digest his words. "It's surprising that he's married!"

Finding no sadness from her face, Hobart asked in disbelief, "Do you have anything else to say other than that?"

"I do!" Maryanne got closer to Hobart, rolling her eyes as she said, "Who is his wife? She must also come from a famous family as Patrick does, right? Don't tell me she's from a family influential in the government. Heavens, if that's the case, her family would be so invisible!"

Hobart had no idea at the thought of Amelia. He had never heard of her name related to any celebrity. If her family had something to do with the government, it should be hard to keep it a secret, shouldn't it? After pondering for a long time, Hobart felt as if his head was about to explode. Finally, he sighed and gave up. "Well, I don't know Amelia's family either."

Maryanne's attention was back to the TV already before she heard Amelia. She picked up her ears again and turned to ask Hobart, "Why did you suddenly mention Amelia?" "You still don't know what I mean?" Under Maryanne's skeptical gaze, Hobart confirmed her guessing. "Right, Amelia is Patrick's wife, the true Mrs. Hopper!"

At that, a complicated look appeared on her face. Maryanne finally realized why there was always something bad that happened to her every time she met Amelia.

Noting Maryanne's knitted brows, Hobart assumed that she still had feelings for Patrick. So he comforted her, not very sincerely. "Maryanne, I know what a broken heart feels like when replaceing the one you love is married to others. The feeling is mutual..."

"Who's heartbroken? Milton and I get along rather well!" Maryanne retorted automatically.

After that, in the face of Maryanne's enlightened stare, Maryanne flushed. She threw the pillow from her arms at Hobart and ran back to her room, forgetting to wear her slippers!

Their mother, who had been so absorbed in the TV drama, took a long while before she glanced at the empty seat Maryanne had been taking and asked Hobart, "Where is your sister?" Hobart curled his lips. "She ran back to her room to think about her boyfriend."

"Speaking of which... Hobart, you are not a young man anymore. Now even Maryanne, who is three years younger than you, has got her boyfriend. Don't you think you should hurry up and make Amelia your girlfriend? I remember... It was she who got the brooch that we only pass to female heir..."

"Mom! It was Maryanne who threw the brooch into her handbag on purpose. Amelia was wronged. That doesn't count!"

"Well, don't you like that girl very much? Why it doesn't count now?"

Hobart picked up a jade bracelet from the table in irritation and ran his fingers on it while saying, "She's married. I don't get a chance."

"She's married?" The mother's eyes were wide open. "That girl looks like a freshly graduated college student. She's married already?"

Hobart glanced at his mother and said, "You know, a good marriage is better than a good position, while an earlier marriage is better than a good marriage."

Given that Hobart was fiddling with the bracelet, she knew her son was yearning for the woman he would never be able to gain. But the Smiths hadn't descended to the point to scramble for a married woman. She thought for a while before an idea came to her mind. "I think Florence of the Hopper Family is pretty and good-tempered. And you two have spent a lot of time together. How about I go to the Hopper's and ask if she has feelings for you?"

Something snapped.

Before he knew it, Hobart had broken the bracelet. Pieces of valuable jewelry were scattered all over the floor instantly...

But Hobart's mother was too focused on his future wife. "Hobart, am I right? That's why you're so excited?"

"Mom..." Hobart smiled wryly. "I'm not excited. I was horrified by you!"

At Land of Fragrance.

When Amelia came out of the bathroom, she found Patrick sitting on the edge of the bed and seeming to be waiting for her.

She walked towards him and asked, tongue in cheek, "You've made up your mind so quickly?"

Patrick was bewildered for a moment before he realized what she was referring to. "Not yet. I can't forget what has happened all of a sudden."

Amelia sat down next to him and enjoyed their peaceful moment. "I know that you have always been a very responsible man. I don't want to hear anything perfunctory from you. So, take your time. Only when you figure it out will we have a better future." "Mrs. Hopper..." Patrick watched her, touched because of her understanding as well as her patience.

Amelia looked at him with her head tilted to one side and changed into a cheerful subject. "By the way, Mr. Hopper, you've awarded the sales department such a generous year-end bonus of one hundred thousand in total. Can I pay off my debt of the cemetery with the money?"