Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 374

The shopkeeper looked at Amelia with a smile. Her sweet smile was contagious.

Just as Amelia was about to say goodbye to him, her cell phone suddenly rang in her pocket. She glanced at the shopkeeper and said, "Sorry, would you take the cake for me, please? I need to answer the phone."

"No problem." The shopkeeper agreed.

After freeing her hands, Amelia hurried to take out her mobile phone. When she saw Cynthia's name, her eyes jumped. She rejected it by instinct.

After thinking for a while, she put it through. "Hey, it's me. What's up?"

Out of Amelia's expectation, this time Cynthia didn't address her by her title in a hypocritical way she had. Instead, Cynthia called her name directly, "Amelia, Patrick is now at a hotel. He wants to see you. Come and pick him up."

Amelia almost blacked out. She asked blankly, "Cynthia, I don't understand what you mean..."

"You don't understand? You'll understand when you come! I've already told you the address just now. If you don't come, I promise you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" With that, Cynthia hung up the phone.

Noting Amelia's pale face, the shopkeeper holding the cake couldn't help asking, "Miss Ramsay, are you okay?"

Hearing his voice, Amelia looked at the cake in his hand. This was a birthday gift carefully prepared for Patrick, and now it was such a joke. She took it over slowly and left the cake shop.

There was a trash bucket near the cake shop. When Amelia passed by, she threw the cake into it without hesitation.

She got back to the car, unable to forget Cynthia's words. Amelia fretfully hit the steering wheel a few times. She didn't want to pay attention to that godd*mn man and woman who had gotten a room at the hotel, but could she really ignore them?

No! Even if she knew it would be a disaster, as long as Patrick was there, she would have to go even though she was heartbroken!

At the five-star hotel.

"Mrs. Hopper..." Patrick was almost unconscious. His body was feverish, but he wrapped himself up tightly with a quilt, minimizing the possibility of having physical contact with Cynthia.

Cynthia had already given up the idea of sleeping with Patrick, but she couldn't bear to see his hands bleeding. Many times, she had tried to approach him to stop the bleeding, only to find herself thwarted by his murmur of "you are not her".

Feeling frustrated, Cynthia knelt on the bed and looked at him with tears welling in pain. "If you don't love her, why do you, such an excellent man, have to restrain yourself for her?"

The bell rang!

Hearing the sound from the door, Cynthia wiped tears off her face and returned to her poker face as she went to open the door for Amelia.

The door opened. Two women stood face to face, looking at each other. It was a battlefield without gunpowder or smoke.

When she saw Cynthia, who was disheveled, Amelia remained her usual noble and cold manner as if she had been mentally prepared. Uninterested in explaining, Cynthia just said, "He is inside, in my bed."

"Oh." Amelia was not as shrewish as Cynthia had imagined. She nodded slightly and walked past her to Patrick.

Cynthia's expression went stiff.

With Amelia's forbearance alone, Cynthia would never be as good as her!

Stopping at the end of the bed, Amelia coldly said to Patrick, "Hey! Get up."

There was no response.

There was faint impatience in her cold gaze. Amelia shook Patrick's shoulders exposed outside the quilt with dislike, only to find that the man was surprisingly hot.

wrong, a woman had to bear the responsibility?

Looking away, she saw that Patrick's bed was stained with blood and her face suddenly changed. Following the blood, she found his bloody hands in the quilt!

"What happened?" Amelia gently checked his palms and the back of his hands, wondering where his wound had come.

"Patrick, wake up..." She patted him on the cheek, trying to ask him what had happened.

Patrick opened his bloodshot eyes in annoyance and grabbed Amelia's unruly hand. He glared at her viciously and said, "How dare you! Didn't I tell you that I don't want anyone other than her?"

Amelia met his cold eyes fearlessly and said in a flat voice, "It's me."

He almost recognized who the owner of the voice was immediate. Patrick's hand on hers trembled as his dangerous eyes softened a little.

"It's you?"

"Who am I? " To avoid taking it in the wrong way, Amelia decided to induce the drunk man, who would say whatever he was asked.

Patrick frowned. He seemed to be very dissatisfied with Amelia asking such a stupid question. "Who else could you be? Of course, you're my Mrs.

Hopper!"

Amelia's red lips curled up. "You're right. It's a pity that there's no reward-!"

Before she could finish her words, she was pulled to the bed skillfully by Patrick, and eager kisses fell on her lips...