Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 950

Seeing that the two of them had gotten along harmoniously after turning their back against each other for some time at the beginning, David could not help feeling relieved.

Patrick had such a culprit look that David would assume that it was Amelia who was going to lose her advantage had they entered an argument.

But it was also this delicate woman who was pointing her fingers and ordering Patrick to do as he was told at this moment.

Patrick, on the other hand, who had a distantly cold look from, was following every instruction of hers obediently without grumbling.

Seeing that the eggs were almost well beaten, Amelia hurriedly stopped him, Stop it now! You're going to overbeat them once they become foam!'

After all, a man's strength was incomparable with a woman's one. Had she needed approximately ten minutes to get the job done, then Patrick would only need a fraction of her time to get the same job done.

She had to admit that the job he had done was even better than the one she did when she was here last time!

At a closer inspection, David commented, "Hmn, the eggs were well beaten. Well, it doesn't seem to me that you're a first-timer.'¹

Amelia could not stand the victorious look of Patrick. She then asked David, "Don't you think that it's all because of me? That I had been a good teacher to him?"

Falling into a dilemma, David had chosen to play safe by saying, "Well. I would say both of you are talented."

Upon seeing the interaction between Amelia and David, Patrick felt that there was a need for him to do something to distract her attention. He could not help but said, "Mrs. Hopper, aren't you here to bake for Andrew and Ashley? Do you think that it's appropriate for you to do nothing now?"

Amelia had played a deaf ear on how he had addressed her as "Mrs. Hopper". She said, "My time was delayed because of teaching you, newbie! I appreciate your kind reminder though. After this, I'll let David handle you while I can proceed with my work. We can all carry out our works respectively."

Had Patrick known that this would have led to a situation like this, he swore to himself that he would not have opened his mouth at the very first place.

Amelia had already came to David without hesitation. She began to discuss the detail of the

cake with David. Meanwhile, Patrick was left alone at the kitchen countertop with his egg beater and mixing bowl.

"By the way..."Turning around, Amelia threw a question at Patrick all in a sudden, "I'm not sure if I have mistaken it or not. Can I confirm with you that are both Andrew and Ashley belonged to the zodiac of Aries?"

"Yes!" Delighted that Amelia had finally involved him into the conversation, Patrick nodded vigorously.

"Well..." With her eyes flickering, Amelia brought herself to make additional request from David, "Can you teach me how to make two little tiger figures with chocolate? I would like to decorate them on the cake."

David said, "This will not be a problem. We have the molds for twelve zodiacs here. Later we can use the mold of Aries to shape the chocolate that we are going to melt."

Amelia's eyes sparkled in excitement as she exclaimed, "That sounds great! Oh yeah, I would also like to..."

She made another few more requests which David had promised to help her out with every of those. It was then Amelia began to beam. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Patrick had an impulse to throw the egg beater that he was holding at David who was in the middle of staring at Amelia.

Patrick could not accept the fact that he had been left out from their squad. He began to yell in hope of getting their attention, "Hey! I said I had already done beaten the eggs. What should I do next?"

Amelia turned around to take a quick glance at him before she replied, "You should shut your mouth up next."

Patrick was made speechless.

Even so, David was forced to assign the task of baking to Patrick and Amelia after receiving the murderous look from Patrick.

Citing David's words, Amelia had a duty to guide Patrick since she was more experienced than him.

Soon, both of them were stuck together again.

Relying on the fact that she was more experienced than Patrick, she began to speak to him as if she was his senior.

"Patrick, I told you to just add one third of a tablespoon of caster sugar. Why did you add this much of sugar in it? Are you hoping that Andrew and Ashley will get diabetes at this age?"

Patrick struggled to extend his patience limit.

After a while...

"Hold on! I asked you to add the corn oil three separate times! I had never asked you to add three tablespoons of oil in one shot!"

"Why do you have to be so fussy? My hand shook. That's all!" Patrick thought that there was a need for him to defend his pride.

Amelia gave him a suspicious stare before she said, "Are you aging now? Or are you having Parkinson's? Otherwise, why would your hands shaking like this?"

Patrick tried his very best to hold back his anger.

After a while...

"Hmm., I think it's time to add gummies! Where are gummies? Where had you put them?"

"How do I know? They are not under my control!" Patrick could no longer suppress his annoyance as he grumbled.

Upon hearing this, David hurriedly handed over the candies that his workmates had just bought to Amelia. He said, "Gummies are with me, Ms.

Amelia."

"Thank you! David!" Taking over the packets of gummies, Amelia opened the packaging before she poured them out into the mixing bowl that Patrick was holding.

Glancing up, Amelia noticed that Patrick was still glaring at her. She willingly admitted her fault and apologized, "Fine, I was too anxious. I'm sorry."

A single sentence had rendered Patrick's anger to recede in an instant.

Judging from his expression, it was as if he had just fallen madly in love. Without even the need of Amelia rushing him, Patrick had voluntarily undertaken the task of mixing the gummies into the cake mixture.

Time was slipping away unnoticeably.

Followed by the sound of the oven beeping, Amelia's spirit was lifted all over again. She stood up in excitement and asked, "Is the cake ready, David?"

Nodding, David came down from his chair and invited Amelia, "Let's take it out."

"Sure!" Amelia took out a pair of oven gloves from the drawer of the countertop cheerfully. Just as she was about to walk to the oven with David, Patrick had called her out at this time.

"Hold on, Mrs. Hopper."

Amelia turned around and questioned Patrick with her confused look.

All she could see was that Patrick had marched towards her and took over the oven gloves from her. Putting on them, Patrick said, "I'll take it. You wait for me here."

With Patrick walking pass her, an indescribable feeling began to creep on her.

"To be frank, I think that your husband cares for you a lot." Smiling, David walked in direction of the oven too.

Startling, Amelia began to wonder if David too could tell that Patrick was trying to protect her from getting burnt.

She tried to calm herself down through regulating her breathing. Amelia wanted to get rid of this feeling from her heart.

After all, she had no reason to be grateful every time he showed her a little mercy.

"You're too easy to be manipulated, Amelia!" Amelia could not help feeling frustrated at herself.

Sneering, Amelia calmed herself down. Looking in the direction of the oven, all she could see was that David had already opened it while Patrick had reached out to take the cake out. The fragrance coming from the oven was so overwhelming that it had sent him into a trance.

Patrick was probably the one who suffered the most among the three of them.

He was the one nearest to the cake yet he could not taste on it.

Upon checking the color of the cake surface, David delightedly announced to both of them, "The cake looks great! The cake will now be left to room temperature before we decorate on it. I guess it's time we go and have a look at the chocolate molding of Aries figure. This way, please."

Meanwhile, Amelia noticed that Patrick had more than once peeked at the cake which was freshly out from the oven. Perhaps without the self-control as an adult, Patrick would be no more than a kid who would try any possible way to indulge himself with the cake.