Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 489

On the other hand, Amelia, who had just bid goodbye to Ursula, did not walk too far before she ran into Patrick in his car from outside. The white sports car took a graceful turn and parked neatly beside Amelia. The window rolled down, revealing Patrick's attractive face. As soon as Amelia saw his car and his person, her body froze. She then faked being calm and said, "Mr. Hopper, did you just come back?"

Patrick nodded and looked at her sharply. "What about you? Where did you go?"

When Amelia heard that he had just returned, she replied immediately, "I didn't go anywhere. I was just wandering around."

Patrick rested one of his arms on the window sill and asked expectantly, "What's there to wander about?"

An expression of contentment showed on Amelia's face. "There are so many places to go to. For instance, parents take their children out to boating, or..." Before she could continue, Patrick snickered. "Mrs.

Hopper, although Northville's weather has been getting warmer these past days, the surface of our river is still covered in ice. Are you sure they're boating, not skating?" Humiliation burst throughout Amelia's body. It turned out that she was not capable of lying to Patrick because every single attempt had failed.

Seeing that she was struck speechless, Patrick explained slowly, "You don't have to think about how to hide it from me anymore. I saw you get off a BMW with my own eyes." Amelia's heart skipped a beat. She reflexively asked, "Who else did you see other than me?"

Patrick sneered and asked with a faint smile, "Why are you so nervous? It seems that whoever sent you home...is not somebody simple."

Amelia ached in her head. Her question sounded exactly as if she was burying her head in the sand. Anyone who heard it would no doubt also feel that something was up. She pursed her lips, trying to think if she could save herself from this situation. Suddenly, she heard Patrick say, "I remember, none of your friends seem to own a BMW." Amelia's heart stuck in her throat. Why did he have to remember everything so clearly?

Just as she was about to use Lucy as an excuse, she heard him say, "The license plate number is 02009, right? Do you think I should make a phone call to the Department of Transportation and ask who the owner is?"

This sentence shot through Amelia's chest like a bullet, chilling her heart.

She was reminded of a line from a movie, "It's not because she didn't work hard, just that the opponent is too strong." She simply...had no power to fight back.

Since she could not go headstrong against Patrick, then she could only resort to gentler methods. Amelia bent her knees, placed her hands on the window, and smiled brightly at Patrick. "Mr. Hopper, shall we go back and talk? I promise I'll tell you everything...all down to the word!"

Ding-dong! Ding-dong...

"Coming!" The housekeeper who came to open the door greeted Patrick first when she saw the pair and then looked at Amelia standing at the door. She did not notice that Amelia was blinking her eyes so fast as if she was in a seizure. She asked, "Miss Amelia, how is your father's health?"

"Father?" Patrick squinted sidelong at Amelia. There was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

However, the housekeeper did not know that Patrick had no clue Amelia went to the hospital. She quickly added, "Yes, Mr. Hopper, when you were not home, Miss Amelia asked me to tell you that she went to the hospital to see her father."

Patrick gave a smile, which paled Amelia. "Oh, so that's what it is."

"Hahaha..." Amelia did not know how to react except for laughing dryly.

Without waiting for Patrick's cue, Amelia spilled the truth to him upon entering the house.

When he heard that Amelia was pulling strings for Leah with Shawn, Patrick palpitated slightly. Then, he asked in a low voice, "You meant to say, the one who Leah fancies is Shawn?" "That's right."

"What about me?"

"You!" Amelia pointed at him and said in double entendre, "Of course, you're...just her cousin brother."

Patrick associated Leah's changes in the past few years with Amelia's words. He asked unconsciously, "So, she was pretending the whole time?"

"Yes!" Amelia hummed heavily in agreement.

Patrick straightened his back and leaned back down against the sofa. Enlightened, he said, "Very clever..."

"D*mn it, I'm stuck in the traffic again!"

It took one and a half hours for the previous destination and another one and a half hours to return. It would be a lie to say Ursula was not vexed. But on second thought, his cell phone did not ring even once the whole time. He guessed that nothing must have happened on Shawn's side.

After driving and stopping intermittently for a while, he had finally arrived back at Broad

Avenue Restaurant. Ursula scrambled into the restaurant and saw Shawn sitting in his original spot orderly, but the seat next to him was empty.

Ursula walked over and plopped down on one of the chairs. After panting a few times, he asked, "Have you dealt with her?"

Shawn replied.

Ursula said jokingly, "What's wrong? You didn't want to leave that chubby girl?"

Seeing that Shawn kept his head down and did not even stir in his seat, Ursula frowned slightly and lifted Shawn's hat gently. Shawn looked like he had lost his soul and as if his spirit was taken away by a banshee.

Ursula shook him by his shoulder in panic and asked, "Shawn, don't scare me. Say something!"

A couple of seconds later, Shawn slowly but firmly pushed Ursula's hand away from his shoulder and uttered, "Don't touch me..."

Ursula muttered, "So you didn't fall asleep."

After a pause, Ursula was worried that Shawn's odd behavior might attract onlookers' attention, so he dragged him to the BMW.

When Ursula lowered his head to help Shawn fasten his seat belt, Shawn, who was like a puppet now, sprang to life all of a sudden. He grabbed Ursula's hand and howled, "Ursula, why did you leave for so long?"

Ursula explained, "Wasn't it all because Amelia asked me to send her home? It's the weekend, and there's a traffic jam on the road, so it took me some time to come and go."

"Some time?" Shawn's suave facial features twisted as he asked, "You've been away for three whole hours! Three! Whole! Hours! Do you know how many things can be accomplished in three hours?" The hat on Shawn's head even fell off at his fit of frenzy.

Ursula touched his nose and said, "I admit that I have left for quite a long time, but you don't have to repeat 'three hours' so many times..."

"Ursula, you... I..." Shawn was like a balloon that exploded because it had taken in too much air. And after all the air had leaked out, his fury also dissipated alongside it. "What did you want to say?" Ursula asked.

He put his hand on the corner of his mouth. Under Ursula's scrutiny, Shawn spoke out in one breath in determination after making the decision, "I was assaulted." "Oh, I thought it was something big..."

One second, three seconds, five seconds had passed, Ursula's nonchalant expression then gradually stiffened and grew colder. He dragged on, "Hmm?" It seemed that if he did not exclaim it this way, not be sufficient to express the shock he was experiencing!

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