Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 939

As soon as she stepped into the living room, Amelia was shocked by the scene in front of her.

Under the long sofa, there were more than a dozen bottles of red wine being smashed. The carpet under the sofa was soaked wet by the wine that flowed from the broken bottles.

Amelia stood there and blankly looked at the wine dripping all over the ground. There was a faint cold light reflected on the wine bottle under the lamplight.

What had happened at home? Was Owen's birthday party being hold at Land of Fragrance?

Or was it because Patrick had not drunk enough at Owen's birthday party that he continued drinking after he returned?

Several possibilities flashed through Amelia's mind. Thinking that it was her own house after all, she still mustered up her courage and walked step by step to the long sofa.

"Patrick... are you here?"

Amelia kept on calling Patrick's name, so that she would not be scared to death if he suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Suddenly, Amelia felt a little pain in her sole, and she realized that she seemed to have stepped on something.

She looked at her sole reflexively and found that it turned out to be a small piece of translucent glass that was inserted into the sole of her slipper.

Fortunately, it was not penetrated, or else her foot would have been in trouble.

After pulling out the glass shards from the sole of her slipper, Amelia took a look at it in her hand and found that it had been splashed out from the body of the wine bottle.

Holding her breath, Amelia looked around with concentration. She found that these tiny pieces were everywhere, so she started to walk more carefully.

She dodged left and right and came near to the long sofa. Amelia opened her eyes wide and quickly looked upon, only to find that no one was on the sofa!

Amelia looked away in disappointment. She thought that Patrick would be drunk lying on the sofa.

Amelia's clear gaze then fell on the wet carpet. She squatted down curiously and touched the carpet with her hand. From its humidity, spilled wine might be more in volume than wine consumed!

Looking at the vintage of wine which bottle was dropped nearby, Amelia was even more surprised. These were clearly the fine vintages that Patrick had treasured.

"Did this guy smash each bottle after drinking it? Is he crazy?" Amelia patted away the dirt on her hands and stood up while muttering to herself.

The living room was in a mess, which was inconsistent with Amelia's usual style. Besides, there were so many pieces of broken glass on the floor which could have hurt anyone.

With a depressed sigh, Amelia put her bag with the contract inside on the sofa for the time being. While avoiding broken glass on the floor, she walked towards the storage room.

In the storage room.

After successfully finding a broom, Amelia turned around and walked out.

Just as she was about to leave the storage room, she heard a drunken but fierce voice coming from the door, "Amelia!!!"

Oh my goodness!

It was Patrick!

Amelia was caught off guard, and the broom in her hand fell to the ground. The handle happened to hit her feet, and she gasped in pain.

However, the look on Patrick's face was so scary that Amelia did not dare to look down to check on her feet rashly. She was afraid that she would be attacked by Patrick if she lost focus.

She slowed down and tried to ask normally, "Patrick, did you smash all the bottles in the living room?"

Patrick stared at her for a while to make sure that she was not an illusion but a real person. Then he rushed towards her like a gust of wind. He roared with heavy alcoholic smell, "Amelia, now you finally get your a*s back!!"

Amelia's clenched her fist angrily. What an unlucky day? Wherever she went, there were people shouting at her.

Raising her eyes to meet the man's furious eyes, Amelia said coldly, "Yes, I'm back. If you don't welcome me, I can leave at any time."

Amelia swore that she definitely did not say it out of anger. Before deciding to return to the Land of Fragrance in the middle of the night, she clearly knew that she would have provoked Patrick.

Upon hearing this, Patrick's eyes suddenly opened wide in anger. The side effects of alcohol, plus his anger, nervousness, and fear towards Amelia's overly late return, made him unable to keep calm

at this moment after seeing her in person.

What about Amelia? After seeing him, besides not giving any explanation for her late return, she even imposingly said that she could move out!

In a rage, Patrick clamped Amelia's shoulders and asked fiercely, "Who gave you the courage to speak to me like this, huh?"

Amelia, who felt uncomfortable being pinched, could not help but raised her voice and said, "You're drunk! Let go of me, it's hurt!"

"I'm not drunk!" Patrick denied stoutly.

He fiercely glared at Amelia's face that was even tinier than his palm. His stared at her like a wolf that wanted to swallow her up. "Tell me! Where have you been today? What took you so long to come back?"

"But I'm back now, right?" Amelia said with a cold tone. "Besides, I have the freedom to go anywhere I want. I don't think I have to report it to you, my housemate."

She deliberately emphasized the word 'housemate'. What Amelia wanted was to keep herself clear! At the same time, she was also making Patrick clear!

The hands on Amelia's shoulder slightly stiffened. Patrick, who had realized, could not stop sneering, "Housemate? Now that you remember that I am your housemate! Have you ever thought that your housemate is also a human with heart and will be worried about your whereabouts!"

Perhaps... he was truly drunk?

Only then he could express his true intentions, Patrick thought dizzily.

Upon hearing this, Amelia quickly turned her face away. She cared not to be referred to as flattering herself by Patrick. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Upon seeing this, Patrick sneered. "Why don't you dare to look at me? You must be feeling guilty!"

Amelia took a deep breath and said faintly, "I'm not guilty. But concerning our current relationship, I don't think you have to worry about me. Even if you're worried about me, I don't have to appreciate it."

They were originally two person who should be separated, but were bound to a rope due to some external conditions. This was a pain for both of them.

As for Amelia, her way of relieving such pain was to be as far apart from Patrick as possible!

Hearing this, Patrick's gaze was like a whirlpool, brewing endless disaster, "Amelia, so this is your reply? Now you badly wish to get rid of all ties with me, right!"

Amelia was shocked. Before she could answer, he turned her face around in the next second.

Seeing Patrick's eyes, Amelia felt a chill down her spine.

This man was half-awake at this moment. Who knew what he would do when he got angry later!