Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 433

That was something.

"Well, can you help him up for me? He's too heavy..." Maryanne spread out her delicate hands in embarrassment.

Milton's colleague patted his chest and said, "No problem!"

They carried each side of Milton's shoulder apiece. When they reached Maryanne's fancy red sports car, the colleague was speechless. How did Milton meet such a thoughtful, beautiful, and rich girl? He must ask for Milton's secret.

"I can take him from here. Don't you have something else to deal with? I'm driving him home."

After fastening Milton's seat belt, Maryanne straightened up and returned to her usual bossy tone as she ordered Milton's colleague.

The colleague turned around and left sullenly, pondering that so this chick had a split personality.

Maryanne did not care about how others thought about her at all. She walked her way around the front of the car and got into the driver's seat. Before she could start the car, her chin was suddenly grabbed and turned by a big hand. Then, her lips were covered by another warm... hot one... with the strong smile of alcoholic...

Maryanne was stunned as if someone had hit her in the head. She had no idea what had happened even after he took advantage of her...

The kiss was over. When the drunk man released Maryanne, she still looked as if she had trouble understanding what had just happened.

"Amelia... I like you so much..."

Milton weakly placed his dizzy head on Maryanne's shoulder. Maybe it was because of the perfect air in the car, he couldn't help but say so to the woman in front of him...

Maryanne's fingertips trembled as she caressed her lips, her heart hurting as if it had been pierced. He kissed her, but he called out Amelia's name...

The next day, at Land of Fragrance.

Amelia got up early. After preparing for the breakfast, she made their lunch and dinner as well.

Considering Patrick's particular nature, Amelia picked up a few bowls from the cabinet, packed the delicious food separately, and put stickers on them with notes of "lunch for two" and "dinner for two". After that, she stretched out, pulling up her pajamas and exposing her slender waist to the man behind

her.

Patrick was turned on by that. Then it occurred to him that he had made Amelia's identity public yesterday, which meant that from now on, no matter whether they were home or not, if he liked, he didn't have to restrain himself.

He strode forward and brought the languid woman who was having her back to him in his arms.

Patrick took the chance and landed his chin on her shoulder, breathing in the hot air around her red ear. "Mrs. Hopper, I'm hungry..." He said, with the sleepiness of just getting up.

Amelia, who was packing food, stuffed a fried shrimp into his mouth. "Take it."

Patrick mumbled with the fried shrimp in his mouth, "But I haven't brushed my teeth yet!"

In a sense, too much good parenting could starve one to death.

With a sigh, Amelia did not force him. "If you don't want to eat it, spit it out. I thought you came downstairs after brushing your teeth."

Patrick hurried to swallow the fried shrimp and bit Amelia's ear. "I lied to you. I have brushed my teeth."

Amelia didn't know whether Patrick was telling the truth or not. Anyway, it was better for him to eat the shrimp than spit it out and waste the food she

cooked.

"Mrs. Hopper..." He seemed to have quite a lot to say today. "Why did you make so much food?"

Amelia was surprised at that. "You promised last night that you would go mountaineering with me. Don't tell me you're unavailable today."

"Huh?" Patrick said softly. "I didn't expect to do it that soon. I thought you would make some plans before we go."

Amelia said disappointedly, "Why do we need to plan for mountaineering?"

Patrick said in an orderly manner, "First of all, we need to consider the weather. Although there are signs of light snow in Northville these days, you don't want to be buried by a sudden blizzard, do you?" "Besides, you want to see the sunrise, but you didn't search for the best viewing point online beforehand. Aren't you worried that we could replace ourselves standing in a place where we couldn't see the sun?" Amelia thought it made sense. "Well, then I'll check it out at home today. Let's go when the time and location are both settled."

After a pause, Amelia turned to the food at the table with sorry. "Well, it's a pity that I have made so much food to make us energetic. We could only enjoy

them at home..."

Just as Patrick was about to comfort her, a melodious ringing of a phone call interrupted him.

"Oh, it's my phone..." Amelia turned on the tap, washed her hands, and dried them before taking out her phone from the pocket of her apron.

When she saw the caller's name, she could clearly feel that the hand on her waist tightened before it quickly released her.

Amelia was gratified at Patrick's "kindness". She put it through and asked softly, "Milton, why did you call me at such an early hour?"

Patrick's face darkened at her intimate greeting of Milton. Although Amelia had insisted that nothing was going on between her and Milton, Patrick still found it hard not to feel worried. He always had a feeling that Milton would seize the opportunity and rob Amelia of him at any time!

While he was lost in his thought, Amelia had exchanged a lot of talks with Milton.

Suddenly, she cried out in a low voice, her relaxed expression tensing up. "What? You got a high fever? Where are you now? I'm going there! You're home? Alright... I'll be there soon!"

Patrick almost broke her slender waist at the answer. She had promised to check out the

information at home!

Couldn't she just spend time with him at home on the first day of the holiday?

After the call, Amelia turned around with a worried look on her face and asked the gloomy man carefully, "Mr. Hopper, I..."

Patrick interrupted her, his expression unchanged. "I don't agree!"

Amelia stamped her feet. "But I haven't said anything yet!"

Patrick snorted, "It's just that Milton asked you to come over on the excuse of fever, isn't it? If he does have a severe fever, he needs to rest somewhere quiet. Will he recover faster or what if you go to his place?"

Amelia said in a coquettish voice, "Patrick, can you stop thinking about him like that? Why would Milton lie to me? It's easy to give himself away if he is pretending to have a fever. He might as well say he has a stomachache..."

Patrick glared at her coldly, his face darkened. "So you've made your mind to check him out?"