Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 94

Milton raised his eyebrows and said, "Why not? We grew up together and no one knows about you better than me... small as always."

Amelia retorted angrily, "No! It's B Cup!"

Milton suddenly approached her, and looked at her plump chest, saying, "Other girls' get bigger when they grew up, but why is yours small as in childhood?"

Amelia couldn't bear it anymore and pounced on him to pinch him. Then she was picked up by Milton, who secretly lowered his head and greedily took a breath on the side of her neck, which was emitting natural fragrance.

"Ha!" Amelia covered her neck with one hand and pushed his head with the other hand, saying, "No!"

Milton raised his head, and his eyes were full of Amelia. He didn't come to his senses until his mom asked them to come out for breakfast.

After putting Amelia on the ground safely, Milton excused what happened a few seconds ago as a joke and said, "Well, go shower and we wait for you outside."

After the "joke", Amelia felt much relieved. Before he stepped out of the door, she said sincerely, "Milton, thank you."

Milton was stunned since what he wanted from Amelia was never a "thank you".

After the breakfast in The Cook family, Amelia decided to go to work herself. After all, Milton was also in a hurry to his office.

Amelia got on a bus and arrived at Roxxon at 8am.

Not long after she entered into her office, she received a call from executive secretary, who told her to come up to see Mr. Hopper.

Amelia's heart jolted and felt it wasn't a something good. But when she thought that she had not done anything wrong to Patrick, she felt relieved again.

After the call, Amelia took the lift. The four mirrors surrounding the lift honestly reflected her anxiety.

As soon as she arrived at the door, Amelia stopped for a deep breath and pushed the door open.

She saw Patrick sitting in front of his desk with his cold face facing his computer, as if he didn't notice her.

When she saw his indifferent face, Amelia felt relaxed and sad. She felt relaxed by Patrick not questioning her not sleeping at home last night and sad for he must have stayed with a woman. She gently closed the door and greeted in a tone that was the same as usual, "Mr. Hopper, good morning."

Patrick lifted his eyelids without saying anything.

Just as the smile on Amelia's face was about to freeze, Patrick finally said, "Have you got any potential project at last month's exhibition?"

Amelia was stunned at first, but then she realised something and said,"... Yes."

Patrick steadily sat on the executive chair, and his deep eyes swept over Amelia's clothes.

Facing Mr. Hopper's question, Amelia was speechless since she had not carried out any research.

So she could only give answer vaguely, "Well, there was a health care product, and its brand name is..."

Amelia knocked on her head anxiously.

"You can't remember?" Patrick stared at her from afar and said with a smile, "No worries. Just stand here and think about it."

Amelia said with a bitter face, "Mr. Hopper, can't sit here and think about it?"

"Why?" Patrick asked.

Amelia had no idea what to say.

Patrick said coldly, "If you can't remember the brand, just stand there until the end of your life."

Amelia cursed Patrick in her heart and fabricated a name of wine.

But when Patrick searched it online, he found that the company didn't participate in the exhibition in Northville last month.

He asked in a deep voice, "You're lying, huh?"

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Amelia quickly pretended to be thinking and said, "Er, sorry sir. Let me think about it again."

However, until the secretary delivered the lunch, Amelia couldn't remember the name of the damn health care product.

Seeing Amelia standing straight like a soldier, the secretary looked at her a sympathetically before leaving.

Although she had no idea why Ms. Amelia, who has been working hard, would be punished to stand still for this long, who had an idea what was Mr. Hopper thinking about? Staring at the lunch box on the desk with a hungry look, Amelia had stopped thinking.

Feeling Amelia's eager eyes, Patrick opened the lunch box.

The smell of fried chicken steak slowly wafted into Amelia's nose. She swallowed and felt more hungry.

Patrick deliberately asked, "Hungry?"

Amelia nodded.

"The brand?" He asked again.

Amelia shook her head with regret.

Patrick opened the package of knife and fork, saying with indifference, "Then keep hungry."

Amelia felt annoyed and said, "Mr. Hopper, you know you are abusing your employee? I protest!"

Patrick slowly picked up the chicken chops and said, "Protest invalid."

Amelia decided to leave for the canteen.

She turned around and was about to leave. Just as before opening the door, Patrick asked, "Where were you last night?"

Amelia held the door handle tighter and tighter. It turned out that the reason why she was punished to stand there for such a long time was her absence from home last night. She got angry since she was joked!

She turned her back to him and said, "I was at one of my friends' place."

Patrick stood up and approached her, asking, "Which friend?"

Hearing the approaching footsteps behind, Amelia knew that she couldn't escape, so she simply turned back and looked at him, saying, "I have few friends. Either she or him."

Such arrogance arose Patrick's applause, as if to praise her courage. He said, "Ms. Amelia, this suit looks strange."

With Patrick's sharp eyes, Amelia slightly lowered her head.

She was in a knitted sweater and a pair of cream-coloured trousers. As soon as she reported at work, the secretary called her to come up in a hurry, she hadn't yet changed to her uniform. She bit her lip and apologised reluctantly, "I'll change."