Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 464

Patrick gave a muffled giggle. "I'm used to the fact that you making trouble for me most of the time."

"Are you sure most of the time?" Amelia asked in a cute tone.

Patrick deliberately taunted her in order to disperse her fear of losing balance. "No? Do you want me to recall the incident of you being kidnapped at the Money Cabinet?"

"No. It's so embarrassing!" Amelia buried her face in his arms. After rubbing her face, she jumped out of them and pointed to the front. She said with a firm look, "Patrick, let's go!" Amelia felt better after this little drama and she quickened her pace. She did not realize how much time had passed. When she saw sharp tents appeared on the flat ground in front of her, she showed a bright smile.

Amelia reached out to tug at the rope tied around her waist and asked, "Have we arrived yet?"

In order to prevent a similar emergency from happening to her, Patrick found a rope and tied it around their waists for the whole journey. Amelia protested more than once that it would lead to the death of them both together if anything happened. However, Patrick still insisted on doing so.

Amelia felt embarrassed. After all, other hikers relied on their own strength to conquer Mount Logan. However, she was mostly being dragged along by Patrick...

When Patrick felt his waist tightening, he looked at her and said, "Yes, we have arrived, but I don't know if there are any spaces left for us to pitch a tent."

Amelia had a serious expression. The weather in Northville had turned better these few days. It was estimated that a large number of people who had been longing to hike had chosen this time to do it. Looking at the numerous tents, if they could not replace a place to stay there, how would Patrick and her deal with such a cold day?

However, their footsteps never stopped. After they took the last step, they were greeted by a few friendly smiles.

Someone asked, "Hey, bro, are you bringing your girlfriend to watch the sunrise?"

"Yes," Patrick answered softly.

The man looked around and then said to Patrick, "But the spaces have all been taken. Why don't you replace someone to share a tent with?" "Sharing tent?" Patrick frowned. Obviously, he did not think it was a good idea.

On the contrary, Amelia suddenly enlightened. Obviously, she thought it was a good idea.

Patrick could sense the excitement in Amelia's intonation and asked her unpleasantly, "Do you want to share a tent with a stranger?"

Amelia said indifferently, "As long as the other party is a woman, it doesn't matter if we sleep together for one night. Many backpackers share rooms when they travel."

"But I..." Patrick pursed his lips, his eyes showing his reservations.

Amelia realized that Patrick was very private and arrogant. How could he tolerate sharing tent with a stranger whom he did not know at all? What was more, the tent was very small, and there might be physical contact.

Meanwhile, a burst of nightly wind whistled over. Other hikers who had enjoyed the night time scenery leisurely went back to their tents, leaving Patrick and her outside in a miserable state.

She sniffed and threw a pitiful look at Patrick. "Mr. Hopper, what's your plan now? Tell me."

Patrick blurted out his honest answer, "I want to go home."

Amelia's eyes suddenly widened. "How can we go

home now?!"

They had spent the entire afternoon hiking and they were lucky enough to have made it to the top. If he wanted her to go home now, he might as well make her jump down from the mountain to see if she could land on the Land of Fragrance.

Amelia suddenly put her hand on her belly and said softly under Patrick's cold gaze, "Mr. Hopper, I may have your baby in my belly now. If I'm too exhausted due to going back and forth and then accidentally miscarriage, would you be distressed?"

Patrick was stunned for a moment and then silently walked to the tent in front of him. He lowered his eyes to look for a good tent mates.

Amelia gave a cunning smile and suddenly stepped forward to hold Patrick's arm. "Mr. Hopper, it's a great progress for you to stay with strangers. Let me do the asking."

She could already imagine how Patrick would "ingratiate himself" with those tent owners. He would most likely ask people in an orderly manner which made them feel uncomfortable.

What if the tent owner refused? Judging by Patrick's behaviour, he would probably beat the owner and throw him down the cliff. Then he would own the mountain.

Patrick turned his handsome face to her and asked suspiciously, "You?" "Yes, I will go and ask." Amelia blinked her bright eyes. Her cold small face suddenly became kind and gentle. Amelia with such an adorable face, kind-hearted people seeing such a poor lady standing in this snowy place would definitely let her into their tents. They would not ask for anything in return. Unfortunately, most of the tents that Amelia found were occupied by couples. Otherwise, there would only be two men or two women's tents. She could not see a single person tent for now. Amelia felt disappointed. When she walked past one of the tents, she heard someone calling her, "Amelia, we meet again."

Amelia looked down and saw Ryan rolling up the tent's door and looking at her with a smile. She said in surprise, "Uncle Quartley?"

The sweet words "Uncle Quartley" were enough to melt Ryan s heart. "What did I tell you just now? All of us will be on the same path when we are on the top of the mountain."

Amelia rubbed her nose and the itch made her feel like sneezing again.

Ryan saw this and said without hesitation, "Come in, my tent is warm."

Amelia raised her foot subconsciously, but then she thought of Patrick who was with her. She hurriedly said, "Please wait for me. I have to ask my husband."

Ryan nodded with understanding and added, "The tents around me belong to young people from my winery. If Patrick agrees, I'll let them squeeze for the night and give you guys an empty tent."

Amelia was so moved that she wanted to cry. Why did Patrick always torment a good man like Ryan? It was not Ryan who had offended him, it was his son! Patrick should take it up with the son, not Ryan!

"It's just that... if Patrick hears my name, he might turn away immediately. Or else, don't tell him that I invited you to this tent?" Ryan said in a steady tone.

Amelia nodded, "I have to trouble you to deal with these issues!"

Ryan replied cheerfully, "I'm fine." He put on his coat, left the tent, and helped Amelia to arrange it.