Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 82

It was in the evening at an ordinary residential building.

As soon as Cynthia entered home, she smelled a pungent smell of urine. She frowned and strode to a room. When she opened the door, she saw Elton sitting in a wheelchair with his pants and floor under him being wet.

Seeing Cynthia coming in, Elton hurriedly turned himself away.

Cynthia was used to it and asked, "Where is Dad?"

"He's gone to the market."

Cynthia sighed, "Let change a pair of pants for you."

Elton trembled his shoulders and said, "No, thanks. Dad will do it for me when he comes back."

"Brother, when you were in the hospital, I helped you with pee and stool." Cynthia said.

She took out a pair of grey sweatpants from the cabinet. Since Elton's legs hadn't yet regained consciousness, she could only help him stand up, then he pulled down his pants, and then helped him sit down... Gazing at Cynthia, who was kneeling and putting on the new pants for him, Elton apologised, "My dear, I was really a burden for you. If it were not for me, you should been married to the man you love..." Cynthia murmured, "Don't talk about this..."

Elton continued, "You are beautiful and clever. If any rich man has a crush on you, a nursing worker will be affordable for me."

Thinking of Patrick, Cynthia felt delighted.

The next second when the face of Amelia broke into her mind, Cynthia drooped her shoulder out of frustration and said, "Brother, we are just ordinary people. Let's just live a stable life and don't dream a pipe." Elton tried to persuade her, "My dear, you can't say that. He loves you and protects you because he wants to sleep with you. For such a big boss like him, you don't need to expect him to be so sincere, but you can be more careful. If he makes you pregnant, just create a disturbance to his family. Even if you can't marry him, you can at least be compensated for mental damage and growing the child up..."

Cynthia interrupted him with some anger, "I know what I'm doing and I don't need you to tell me!"

"Alright, alright." Elton shut up, trying to please her.

Seeing Elton smiling, Cynthia was angry, but she couldn't vent it.

After helping Elton change his pants, Cynthia said in a low voice, "Brother, it's troublesome that you can't use the toilet yourself. Let me buy you some diapers tomorrow."

After the drip, Patrick didn't want to stay at the hospital for a second, so Amelia had no other option but drove him home.

On the way, Patrick was particularly dissatisfied with Amelia's driving. He complained, "Why are you driving like a tortoise?"

Amelia turned a deaf ear to his words and became more careful after the hitting the Royce-Rolls.

Patrick stared at her carefully on the side of her face and continued to tease her, "Or you drive like a snail?"

Amelia couldn't stand it anymore and asked, "Why don't you drive yourself?"

Patrick said, "I'm a patient."

"..." Amelia was speechless.

For the sake of his illness, she had to bear with him!

It took too long to arrive at home, which made Amelia feel relieved.

She turned to look at Patrick and saw that he was sitting upright instead of unbuckling his seat belt. She felt strange and asked, "Why are you in a daze?"

Patrick frowned and said, "It seems that I've been sitting for too long... My leg cramped..."

Amelia felt sorry for him. If it weren't she driving too slowly, Patrick's leg wouldn't have cramped.

She leaned forward and unfastened his seat belt. They were so close to each other that he could smell her body scent.

With a deep look in his eyes, Patrick bowed his head and kissed on Amelia's cheek.

She glared at him, thinking how dare he flirt her despite of sickness.

Patrick grinned and said, "Haha, you're fooled!"

Before Amelia could react, Patrick opened the door and stepped out of the car with his long legs, not looking like he had cramped his legs at all! Amelia was speechless, again.

Entering into the living room, Amelia was about to prepare the dinner. She asked Patrick if he would like to have porridge.

Patrick unbuttoned his suit and said, "Sure. Let me shower first."

When the porridge was ready, Patrick had not come down yet. She was worried about him, so she went upstairs.

When she passed the study room and saw the door was not tightly closed, Amelia thought about nothing but to close the door, but was scared by the footsteps behind, which made her hand on the handle tremble and the door immediately opened bigger.

Patrick's voice approached, making Amelia's teeth tremble, "Didn't I tell you not to enter into the study without my permission?"

Amelia turned around and looked into his gloomy eyes, explaining, "No, I didn't..."

Patrick was out of patience and said, "I've seen it!"

Amelia firmly defended her innocence, saying, "I closed the door because it was not locked. Don't be so sensitive, okay?"

Patrick was stunned, recalling he was in a hurry to save Cynthia in the morning, so he forgot to close the door.

Seeing his upset look, Amelia looked away and said, "Let's go downstairs and have some porridge."

When he came to his senses, she had already sat beside the table.

Sitting beside the table, Patrick looked at Amelia's innocent eyes and felt sorry. But he was so proud, how could he apologise!

Suddenly, he had an idea. He took something out of his pocket and put it in front of Amelia.

She asked without interest, "What's this?"

Patrick said mysteriously, "Open it and have a look."

Amelia opened and found her wedding ring, which had been lost for many days!

Seeing her widening her eyes in surprise, he smiled and said, "Mrs. Hopper, are you happy with this magic? If you are satisfied, just call me husband..."

Staring, Amelia saw a platinum necklace in the small hole of the ring, and it turned into a ring necklace.

She deliberately ignored the joy of regaining what she had lost and said, "You must have bought it from by somewhere else to fool me?"

Patrick said discontentedly, "Is Mrs. Hopper excusing to go back on her word?"

Amelia's face turned red as she had a bet with Patrick - If he really found the ring, he could do whatever he wanted on her.

But thinking of his slander, she was still angry and said, "I didn't seal it. Who would remember my promise?"

Patrick stared at Amelia for a few seconds, and then he said a little frustratedly, "Let me put it on for you."

Amelia carefully took the ring necklace from the gift box and asked curiously, "Why do you want it to be designed like this?"

Patrick took the necklace ring and walked behind to put it on. The sapphire inlaid on the diamond ring was just hanging in the middle of her beautiful collarbone, like a god-like pen. He said solemnly, "Only in this way can it be with you forever."

With the ring on her neck, she would feel safe. He was worried that she would lose the ring due to her carelessness, and he wouldn't be this lucky to get it back every time.