Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 789

As the manager was introducing the clothing in her store, Amelia's cell phone rang and interrupted her.

Amelia took her phone out of her leather bag and found that it was from Jonathan.

She turned back and said to the manager, "Please excuse me." She then went to a silent corner and picked up the phone.

"Hello, Uncle Tucker, it's me."

"President Ramsay, where are you now? The people from the environment protection bureau said that the waste our canteen produced is exceeding the safety limit and they're asking to meet you!"

Upon hearing this, Amelia's first response was, "It's not the time for examination yet, isn't it? "

Jonathan hesitated for a moment and said, "President Ramsay, I'm not sure if you've heard of a 'spot check' before?"

Amelia, who was despised by Jonathan answered calmly, "I understand. It was like my form teacher checking on us through the classroom window."

Jonathan was helpless. "That's enough, President Ramsay. This isn't the time to be joking. I think these people are coming for you!"

Amelia thought, "Hmnn, right. There are so many directors in the company. Why would the environment protection bureau only ask for me?"

"Alright, Uncle Tucker. I'll be right there. Just hold them on for me first."

"Sure!"

After the call ended, Amelia turned around anxiously and immediately met Patrick's gloomy eyes. "Are you leaving?"

"Are you eavesdropping?"

"If you are talking on the phone in public, you should be aware of being heard by others."

Fine, he could always make her speechless.

Amelia bit her lips and whispered, "Uncle Tucker wants me to go back to the company."

Patrick snorted unhappily. "Jonathan, that old man, he would always interrupt me at critical moments. Are you sure he didn't do it on purpose?"

But as he saw the anxiety in Amelia's eyes, Patrick did not force her to stay. He just said coldly, "Before you leave, you have to change your dress, right?"

"Well, I'm sure I know this." As her voice fell, Amelia went back to the manager but she did not have the time to listen to any more introduction. She randomly picked two suits and went into the fitting room.

Three minutes later.

Amelia, who had changed into a new set of clothes, walked out of the fitting room.

Everyone who saw her praised her for having such a good figure. With the grasping in awe beside her, Amelia glanced at herself in the mirror and nodded. "This would do."

Hearing this, the manager said hurriedly, "Then I'll wrap it up for you!"

"There's no need to. I'll just wear it." Amelia said as she pulled her credit card out of her wallet. When she was about to hand it over to the manager, Patrick rushed over and caught her hand.

Amelia raised her head towards Patrick only to find out that his glance was not friendly.

"Just let me do it."

"Okay then." Amelia did not insist because it might trigger Patrick's chauvinism.

She twisted her hand that was holding the card, signally Patrick to let go but he did not.

As he held Amelia's hand, Patrick asked the manager, "How much is this suit?"

"Such convenience President Ramsay, I think you just didn't want to spend my money. Have you grown to be independent?" From what Amelia heard, Patrick calling her President Ramsay was more like an insult than a compliment.

In front of the dignified Roxxon Corporation, who would have the absolute confidence to pat their chests and say that they were fully grown and could survive independently?

It was like a kid showing off his fist in front of an

adult!

Amelia looked at him unreasonably and said, "I don't understand. Why does handing out a credit card makes you think this much? It's the 21 st century now and I advocate that men and women should be equal. It's just a set of clothes. Whoever pays for it will be fine. You don't have to speak so harshly, do you?"

Patrick narrowed his eyes. "Have you ever thought of paying Owen when you wore the dress he bought?"

Amelia snorted and said, "I borrowed the dress from Nora, and I'll return it when the time comes. Why would we need to talk about money? It's so tacky!"

Patrick was so angry that he laughed and said, "Well, it's fine for you to pay me. But when it goes to Owen, it would then be tacky to pay him. You really are something, Amelia Ramsay!"

He was her husband. It was absolutely fine for him to spend on her. However, she was the only one who was constantly avoiding it!

Amelia smoothed her thought and suddenly asked curiously, "What the hell is going on with you? Ever since I got in the car, you've always been weird whenever Owen is mentioned. How did he offend you? Are you angry because he took me in for a night and didn't ignore me as you did?"

Patrick's expression twisted for a moment. "It's not because of this!"

Right at this moment, the manager came towards them and disturbed the tense atmosphere. She then said, "Mr. Hopper this is your card and Madam Ramsay, this is your receipt, please keep it."

"Thank you!" Amelia looked at the manager gratefully.

She took the receipt from the manager and rolled it up carefully. When she was about to put it in her pocket, Patrick seized it, he kneaded it into a lump angrily and threw it into a nearby trash can.

Seeing this, Amelia frowned again. In order to prevent herself from losing her temper on the spot, she turned around and left without saying a word.