Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 501

Considering that these women were likely to be the future pillars of Royal Joy Club, Patrick, as one of the investors, took the time to drop by and take a look at them. But to be honest, in terms of women, he

was not as strict in taste as Charles.

In fact, he was not interested in them at all.

Charles, like a butterfly lost amidst the flowers, embraced the women in his arms and cried out 'sisters' at them. Patrick rubbed in between his eyebrows, stood up, and said, "I'll leave this to you. I'm going home."

Charles' dissolute eyes stared at him in disbelief. "You haven't been out for long. Can't you leave your wife at all?"

Patrick was not provoked by his rationale at all. He opened the door and left Charles saying, "Be careful of enjoying yourself too much."

On his way along the corridor, every staff of the Royal Joy Club saw him and stood up to greet him 'Mr. Hopper'.

"Hmm." He nodded in response. When Patrick was passing by another box, he bumped into a man who stumbled out of it.

They looked into each other's eyes with indifference. After recognizing who each other was, Patrick snorted, adjusted his disturbed suit, and strode to leave.

Milton was flushed with anger and blurted out, "Patrick, stop there!"

Not only Patrick halted in his tracks, but the servers in Royal Joy Club also stopped what they were doing at that moment. They cast covetous looks at Milton, trying to determine whether if he was a friend or foe.

Patrick glanced at Milton and said in a clear, cold voice, "What can I do for you?"

Milton accused him, "How can you be in a place like this? Don't forget that you have a wife!"

Patrick said impassively, "I don't need your reminder."

Milton's bloodshot eyes stared at the man in front of him. How could he squander around with what Milton yearned for the most? "Aren't you afraid that Amelia will be sad that you are doing this behind her back?"

"She's more broad-minded than you think."

"That's because you didn't see her cry!"

Patrick asked sharply, "Are you telling me that her tears are only shed in front of you?"

Milton said in a low voice, "If possible, I would like to see her happy forever."

Forever?

The feeling of having his wife on another man's mind was terrible. Patrick rudely said, "She's my woman. It's my freedom to want to make her happy or not. You're not in any place to tell me what to do! Here's a piece of advice. If you want her to live well, don't get close to her!"

Milton retorted, "I grew up with her. How can I not get close to her? But you...the one who is the least in position to be with her is you!"

"So what if you two have grown up together? You're not the one she loves."

Patrick always managed to infuriate others in just a few words.

At this, Milton felt like his heart was hollowed out as if someone had gouged a hole in it. Blood gushed out of his wound.

Just as Patrick finished his aggression and was about to leave, Milton hurled his fist at him.

The angle from which Milton attacked was tricky. Fortunately, Patrick was on his guard and evaded his head from the punch. However, the biting sound of the wind scraped his face and hurt a little, which showed how furious Milton was.

Patrick regained his stance and stared at the drunk Milton. He did not want to get entangled with a drunkard and said, "You'd better think it through. It won't do you any good if you make a move here." "Cut the crap!" Milton clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles creaked.

But just as he threw himself upon Patrick, the staff of Royal Joy Club rushed over immediately. Soon, they restrained his hands and feet and pressed him onto the wall.

Milton's face was plastered against the wall, and his reprisal was forced away by the group of people behind him. He was not convinced and shouted, "Patrick! If you have the guts, fight with me one-on-one! What's the point of calling for backups!"

Patrick let out a mocking laugh.

One of them, who was suppressing Milton, turned his head and asked the untouched Patrick, "Boss, how should we deal with this troublemaker?"

Patrick raised his chin and said, "Throw him into the pool and help him sober up."

At Land of Fragrance.

When Patrick went home, he was met with Amelia in an argument with Huxton wearing a face full of fury. They did not even know that Patrick had come home.

When Amelia reached the peak of their dispute, she stood on her tiptoes subconsciously as if she could somehow look more imposing. "Why should I wash all of your dishes? Don't you all have hands!" Huxton replied faintly, "Mr. Hopper was afraid that Mrs. Hopper will be bored at home and said washing dishes is one of the ways to kill time."

Amelia lost her wit and tried to grab at Huxton's collar. However, she lost her balance and plunged right into Huxton's chest. The ferocity in her face turned into regret in an instant. She said in a low voice, almost inaudible, "Oh no... This is bad!"

Huxton raised his hand with a relatively neutral expression on his face. Just as he was about to lift her, he felt nothing in his arms the next second. Amelia was already in the arms of a man with an air that filled the room.

In the next moment, Huxton felt a striking pain on his left cheek. He did not dare to rub his face. Instead, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground. He bowed his head and said, "Mr. Hopper, it's my fault!" Being held in the waist by a strong arm, Amelia raised her eyes blurrily. After recognizing the handsome but gloomy face in front of her, she muttered, "Patrick?"

When did he come back?

Looking to her side, she saw Huxton kneeling on the ground motionlessly. Amelia was even more confused. She did not understand what was going on.

A long pause passed before the voice of Patrick boomed, "You'd better break your own hands if same thing happens again!"

Huxton's pupils constricted. "Yes!"

Amelia was shell-shocked upon hearing that. She stole a glance at Huxton but was caught red-handed by Patrick. He thought that Amelia was flirting with Huxton and his eyes darkened to the depths of the

sea.

As he let go of Amelia's waist and she heaved a sigh of relief, Patrick changed his mind, grabbed her small hand that was hanging beside her, and yanked her to the second floor!

Amelia smacked his hand and exclaimed, "Don't pull me! I can walk on my own!"

Patrick pretended not to hear her and continued to pull her upstairs. He then kicked the door open and flung her into the room. He whipped back and slammed the door with a loud bang. Amelia rubbed her aching wrist and stared at Patrick with stubborn and defensive eyes. "Tell me, what did I do to offend you again?"

Patrick looked at her with exasperation, as if he wanted to strangle her to death. "You won't even leave my men alone?"

Amelia frowned and asked, "I don't understand what you meant."

"Huxton," Patrick said coldly. "I saw with my own eyes how you threw yourself at him!"

Amelia bit her lips, knowing well that that was caused by the oil stains she accidentally stepped on in the kitchen. However, the fact that Patrick outright concluded that she was seducing Huxton was aggravating. She answered hotly, "Yes, even if I threw myself at Huxton, didn't you say that all of the men you've sent to protect me have a kind of physiological disability? In that case, why are you so mad? Just take it as I was fooling around then."