Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 93

Hearing this, the two young men trembled and let go of their hands.

Lucy looked up lazily. Seeing Amelia, Lucy invited her to be seated.

Seeing that Amelia was standing still, Lucy smiled and pushed the two young men aside and said charmingly, "I wanna talk with my friends. So, excuse me." After they left, Amelia sat down.

Lucy looked at the serious Amelia and said disdainfully, "I've told you that you'd feel uneasy about this kind of place."

"Can't I just come for a drink?" Amelia frowned and asked Lucy, "You are already a mom for a two-year-old baby. If your husband knows about this, what would he think of you?"

Lucy blinked her beautiful eyes and said indifferently, "He doesn't care about it at all. After getting married, we have had our own fun."

As she spoke, Lucy pushed the wine, who had been prepared beforehand, to Amelia and asked, "Why do you wanna get drunk?"

Amelia rolled her eyes and said, "Because I work too hard?"

Lucy laughed and said, "You must have been stuck by something. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come to me. Tell me, and see how I can help you."

Amelia drank off and told Lucy what had happened in the past two days.

In the end, she said with disappointment, "... I was too naive. I thought that he had been nice to me for a few days. In fact, I was wrong."

Hearing this, Lucy said very seriously, "Each coin has two sides. It was Patrick's fault not to listen to your explanation. But the more indifferent to you he seems to be, the more deeply he loves his mom. If a man can stay calm when his biological mother is injured, then I think he is abnormal..."

"Abnormal?" Amelia did not understand. Wasn't it a good thing that he was worried about his mother?

"This "abnormal" refers to the impulse, but whether it's good or bad depends on who it was. Definitely, he is angry at you about Eve this time. If one day, his impulse is for you, you will definitely feel moved and happy, instead of painful."

Amelia, who seemed to understand, drank a few more glasses of wine. Before she could figure it out, she was already drunk.

The mother-in-laws and the daughter-in-laws in the world always want to win. In fact, it's not necessary. Whoever can accompany this man to the end of his life is the the real winner.

In a blink of an eye, when she saw Amelia lying on the back of the chair with a red face, Lucy shook her head with a smile.

She took out her cell phone from Amelia's bag and wanted to ask Patrick to pick her.

But when she took out the phone, the phone was turned off due to low power.

Lucy had no other choice but called Amelia's childhood friend.

In the noisy bar, Milton was anxiously looking around. Lucy waved at him, "Hey! Milton!"

Milton rushed to the sofa in a few steps, picked up the weak Amelia, and asked Lucy, "Do you need me to drop you?"

Sitting in the same place, Lucy said, "No, thanks. I haven't had enough wine."

Milton said, "Okay, I'll drop her."

When Milton and Amelia left, Lucy immediately thought of her married life and felt lonely.

Milton was so nice. It would be great that her husband could be this nice to her.

In the Cayenne, Milton fastened Amelia's seat belt and asked, "Why are you drunk like this?"

Suddenly, a series of curses came out of Amelia's red lips. Milton listened carefully, and they were all cursing Patrick, "Patrick Hopper, you bastard, you heartless... the dishes I prepared for you, the soup... why didn't you come back for dinner..."

Her voice was gradually weak, and replaced by a thin sob.

Milton's face turned pale with fright and thought the last time he had ever seen Amelia crying?

Only once.

After Amelia's mother committed suicide, Milton mourned with his elders and saw her crying in the corner.

Only once!

Milton lovingly wiped away the tears on Amelia's cheeks but the tears couldn't be stopped - It might be Patrick in her dream.

The joints of his fingers tightened. When he thought that it was Patrick who made her cry, he wanted to beat him!

"My dear, don't worry. Let me drop you home." Milton comforted her.

Hearing the word "home", Amelia began struggling and said, "No! I don't wanna go home! I have no home at all!"

But Milton thought that she didn't want to go back to the Land of Fragrance, so he quickly changed his mind and said, "Well, we don't go back. Let me take you somewhere else."

Such a gentle voice gradually calmed Amelia down. Her head unconsciously leaned against the window with the tears on her face. Seeing this, Milton couldn't care more about her. Afraid that Amelia would hit her head when the car was started, Milton took a cushion from the back seat and put it around her neck, driving her to his house.

The next morning.

When Amelia opened her eyes, she only felt that the surrounding environment was familiar and strange.

The next second, the door was suddenly opened. Milton's handsome and annoying face appeared.

"Why am I here?" Amelia scratched her head, sat up, and asked with distress.

There was a bitter smile on Milton's lips. She wasn't worried about whether he had done anything to her. Sometimes, it was a man's failure to a woman wasn't worry about his personality. "You were drunk last night. Lucy called me and asked me to pick you." Milton said.

"Oh no!" Amelia murmured to herself. If Patrick had known that she had come back home for the whole night, he would have gone crazy! Thinking of this, she rushed to the door without wearing slippers and said, "Milton, thank you for taking care of me last night. Goodbye."

Milton stopped her and gnashed his teeth, saying, "What are you afraid of? Will he kill you?"

Amelia shook her head and said in an honest tone, "I'm afraid that he would be unhappy."

Milton laughed in a harsh way and said, "When you were worried about him, did he think about you? My dear, don't lie to yourself. He wasn't waiting for you at all!"

Amelia's voice trembled, "How did you know he didn't go home?"

Milton didn't say that she cursed him after she got drunk, which would only embarrassed her, so he said, "I guess so."

Seeing that Amelia didn't speak, Milton's tone became gentle, "The breakfast is ready. You can shower in the bathroom to wash away the smell of alcohol, which makes me feel suffocated."

After saying that, Milton handed over a bag and it was filled with new clothes, including underwear. She looked embarrassed and asked, "You know my size?"