Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 77

Alice analyzed the status quo and said, "My dear, although you don't work at Apex, your mom left you 20% of the shares. You are the major shareholder of Apex. If you don't assume office, the candidate remained is Daniel."

Facing Alice, Amelia said, "Alice, you plan well. You know that I don't have any experience in construction and the board of directors will doubt my capability. There is younger son-in-law in The Ramsay Family, who was born to be a civil engineer and is justified in taking over Apex. Then why do you have to pretend to be nice to me?"

Sighing softly, Alice said, "The reason why I discussed about this with you is that I'm worried about your dad's health, not for the benefits brought by taking over Apex."

Amelia had nothing to say. If she didn't give up her authority and wasn't capable of taking over the business, then in the future, she would definitely be the sinner.

Thinking twice, she said, "Ask your husband to persuade me in person."

*

In the ward.

When Alice came back, George was trying to get up for some water. She hurried over and stopped his trembling hand, saying, "Let me help you."

George smile helplessly and put down the kettle, sighed, "I'm getting old."

"No way!" Alice scolded lightly, with tears in her eyes.

To cheer Alice up, George Ramsay changed the topic, asking, "Where have you been just now?"NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Giving him a cup of water and helping him sit properly, she said, "Amelia was here. We've chatted outside for a while."

George tightened his hand and asked, "Where's she now?"

"She's gone." Alice replied.

George tried to comfort himself, saying, "Thanks God... It's good that she still cares about me."

Alice hesitated for a moment and said, "I told her what you meant, but she hoped that you would personally tell her your decision."

Nodding, George said with relief, "At least she follows my instruction. She would have probably left. After all, she hates me so much."

Alice comforted him and said, "My dear, if she knows the truth, she will definitely change her mind."

George's face darkened, and he said, "No way! I'd rather her blame me lifelong than knowing about the truth!"

Standing outside, Daniel had no idea what the "truth" was.

They gradually lowered their volume and stopped talking about it.

At home.

Amelia came back by taxi. Patrick must have gone as he was annoyed by her scolding.

Patrick usually drove fast and should have arrived home earlier. But he hadn't.

Where was he?

Thinking about this, she thought up: Cynthia, the gossip actress, Maryanne Smith...

He could stay anywhere he wanted and she didn't have to worry about him.

After a shower, Amelia went to the bed, thinking about what Alice said, falling into the first confusion in her life...

The next morning, Saturday.

Walking around the house with her silk pajamas, Amelia found that Patrick had not come back overnight.

Dressing up, she was about to go shopping.

One of her friends once told to love yourself first, then someone else.

The moment she opened the door, she saw two people standing outside. No matter how calm she was, she was puzzled and annoyed.

What did this mean? Her husband brought his lover to acquire the house?

Talking to brother Patrick outside and seeing the door opened, Cynthia thought it could be his brother. But she was shocked and her face turned pale!

After a long while-

"Brother Patrick... Are you a neighbour of Ms.

Amelia?" Cynthia asked without any other assumption.

Before Patrick could say anything, Amelia approached with a chuckle and pushed Cynthia away.

Her skinny arms climbed up on Patrick's neck like a small snake, Amelia corrected Cynthia with charming eyes, "Hey, my dear, we are not neighbours, but roommates."

The last two words were lasted longer, emphasizing the identity.

Although Amelia had no idea what the "Brother Patrick" referred to, the title "Brother and Sister" was doting and ambiguous. She could feel that their relationship was unusual.

Stuck in Patrick's arms and her nose was filled with the smell of alcohol, Amelia smiled, but she couldn't wait to kill him!

Amelia assumed they spent overnight but how dare he bring her here?!

Patrick looked at her with a magnanimous look as if he had never done anything against her.

Seeing their intimacy, Cynthia's heart was already in turmoil, and she was overwhelmed by Ms. Amelia's "roommates".

With bitterness, Cynthia looked at Brother Patrick Hopper, whose right arm hugged Amelia's waist. He introduced, "Cynthia, Amelia is my wife."

As if she had been struck by a thunderbolt, Cynthia was dumb.

Amelia felt surprised that Patrick introduced her like

this.

Patrick said to Amelia, "Cynthia is the housekeeper hired by my mom. She will clean our house every weekend, so you won't feel tired of the housework."

Two sentences told exactly who the two ladies were, a wife, and just... a housekeeper.

Amelia frowned again as she was confused about why Cynthia call Patrick "Brother", and why Eve hired her to be a housekeeper?

Cynthia suppressed her discomfort and said with reluctantly, "Oh, Ms. Amelia is the wife of Brother

Patrick... why has no one told me about it?"

Amelia smiled and said, "You are the only one knowing about it in Roxxon."

Hearing the warning, Cynthia said in a hurry, "I will keep it secret."

Noticing Amelia dressed up, Patrick asked, "Are you going out?"

"Ah? No, no..." Amelia smiled blankly.

She wanted to go shopping, but now Cynthia would clean the house. She would never leave both of them at home without her supervision.

"Really?" Patrick did not expose her embarrassment.

"Just come in." Being stared at, Amelia felt uneasy, so she pushed him in.

Amelia didn't even take a look at Cynthia, as if she wan't there at all.