Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 858

Patrick, who was pushed by Amelia out of the sudden, took a few steps back and stepped on the pot placed on the balcony.

The next second, a loud crash was heard...

Before she had time to check if Patrick was alright, Amelia saw a crack on the flowerpot.

The words of concern circled around her lips and eventually turned into, "Pay for the vase!"

Patrick who had just regained his footing pulled a long face when he heard Amelia's words.

What about him? Wasn't he important?

The sound attracted the attention of the servants in the house and they came asking. "Mr. Hopper, Ms. Amelia, is everything alright? What happened?"

Hearing that Kiara actually addressed Patrick before her, Amelia could not help but frown.

Was it just her illusion? Why did she feel that Patrick had become the host of this mansion by just coming over a few times?

"Oh, everything's fine." Patrick flicked his suit and said lightly.

Amelia, on the other hand, had something to say.

"Kiara, who let him in?"

Amelia sounded as if the one being let in the villa was not Patrick but a random stranger.

Kiara answered dazedly, "Miss, it's... it's me."

"Who allowed you to let him in?" Amelia asked.

Kiara was obviously stunned. "Cause... he is your husband."

Amelia said helplessly, "Then remember this, if you ever saw this man ringing the doorbell in the future, you have to ask for my permission before opening the door for him. Get it?" NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Kiara, who was simple-minded, went dumbstruck for a moment.

Wasn't it the outcome similar whether she opened the door for Patrick first or if she asked for Amelia's permission first before opening the door?

The rich really did like to make things complicated.

Kiara muttered to herself, "Yes miss, I will take note on this."

Patrick raised his eyebrows and thought that his Mrs. Hopper was becoming more and more like the host of a family.

At this moment, Kiara looked at the dirt that was scattered all over the floor. "Ms. Amelia, do you want me to clean that up?"

Acknowledging that Patrick was still here, Amelia said, "There's no need for the time being. You can leave now."

"Alright." Kiara left.

When there were only the two of them left, Amelia said angrily, "What are you doing here at such a late hour?"

Patrick glance at his watch and said, "It's only 7:30 pm."

Therefore, Amelia made some changes to her question and asked again. "Then why are you here?"

There was a hint of cheekiness in Patrick's eyes. "I'm afraid you'll be lonely, so I'm here to accompany you."

Amelia did not want to give in so she said, "I think you are the one who's lonely, aren't you?"

Patrick did not make any comment. He took a few steps closer to Amelia, then he lowered his head and said, "Actually, I'm here to take you home."

Amelia said, "You have said this more than once and I have turned down your request more than once. You already know what the terms are."

Patrick said slowly, "As a matter of fact, I came here for this matter tonight. If you are willing to come with me, things may turn around soon."

Amelia stared at him seriously and asked, "So, you're finally letting Huxton back?"

Patrick did not want to clear things up so he said. "I told you to come with me, by then you'll know all the answers."

Amelia felt suspicious. "How would I know if you're lying to me?"

What if he brought her to a desolated place and locked her up again?

As soon as she thought of those evil things he had done to her, her entire face reddened due to anger.

Seeing this, Patrick asked with a teasing smile. "What are you thinking about? Come on, share it with me."

Amelia immediately denied him. "I'm not thinking about anything at all! I don't even know what you're talking about!"

Patrick lifted her chin with his fingers and said as if he was reciting a poem, "Aren't you thinking about the days we spent in the castle? Didn't I serve you comfortably back then? It's really strange. You kept shouting 'no, no, no', but your body..."

"Shut up!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw servants passing by and she did not know how much had they heard. As Amelia was in a panic and did not know what to do, she forcefully bit Patrick's hand

that was holding her chin.

"Well, bite harder." To Amelia's surprise Patrick did not cry out in pain, however, he even encouraged Amelia to bite harder.

Hearing this, Amelia was immediately in tears. This man was outrageously shameless.

When she saw him staring at her with his eyes slightly upturned as if he was being tolerant, she felt that she had become the unreasonable one.

Thinking of this, she could not help but loosen up. She turned her face away and Patrick's hand was freed.

Patrick took a glance at his hand which was full of saliva and he was not bothered at all.

He did not know since when did everything she did start to seem tolerable for him... The only intolerable thing was all those filthy men around her.

Amelia was disgusted and said, "Now go wash your hands!" Wasn't he a clean freak?

"It doesn't matter. I've seen worse about you."

Patrick took out a piece of tissue from his pocket and gently wiped the back of his hand.

"Excuse me! I kept myself clean all the time, okay?" Amelia defended herself.

"Oh, really? Then who was the one who puked on my body after getting drunk?" Patrick asked with a faint smile.

Amelia was speechless, so she could only change the subject. "Didn't you want to take me home? Let's go! I won't be able to make it back if it was too late."

Patrick immediately said, "If you can't make it back in time, then stay with me. What is there to be afraid of with me by your side?"

"Having you by my side is terrifying enough!" Amelia howled in her heart.

Just as they were walking in from the balcony one after the other, they bumped into Brittany who was heading downstairs for a cup of water.

Brittany had always been afraid of Patrick. If she could, she would not want to see him at all.

But since she had met him, she could not ignore Patrick the way she had ignored Amelia.

She greeted him in a muffled voice. "Good evening, Patrick."

Patrick swept a glance at Brittany and murmured in an almost inaudible manner, "Good Evening."

Brittany immediately said, "I'm heading downstairs for a glass of water!" and she walked past Patrick. When she passed by Amelia, she raised her chin to show that she was not losing to Amelia in any manner.

Amelia did not even look at her. She just said to Patrick, "Let's go."

"Sure." Patrick nodded and left with her.

Looking at their backs, Brittany's eyes were filled with hatred and envy. It would be great if Daniel was standing beside her at this moment.

"Hey! You! Come here!"

At this moment, Brittany caught a glimpse of Kiara walking towards the balcony with a broom in her hand. Her gaze immediately turned sharp as she called her.