Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 951

Taking a glance at her watch, Amelia realized that it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. She was surprised that Patrick had made it so far without eating at all.

Having in mind the help that he had offered all this while, Amelia said to David, "I think I would need a break. David, do you mind taking care of the cake while we're away?"

David turned around and replied, "Absolutely no problem! Oh yeah, both of you had not had your lunch yet, right?"

"Yeah, I'm feeling a little hungry. Do you mind excusing me for a while?" Amelia asked again.

David said approvingly without hesitation, "Go ahead! You'll need to eat before you can continue to work!"

Upon reaching a mutual agreement with David, Amelia turned and glanced at Patrick. Unlike the friendly way she talked to David, she sounded distantly cold as she spoke to Patrick, "How about you?"

Patrick gave the same answer like before, "I'll be with you."

"I'll be with you."

Amelia could feel her heart missing a beat as she chewed at his words. Despite his expression serious, his words were capable to strike her like a lightning all the time.

She could not help sighing.

She could only blame herself for being such a softhearted person!

Amelia clenched her fist forcefully so that her nails could sink deep inside her palm.

Perhaps only pain could make her stay afloat from drowning.

With David's gaze followed closely behind them, Amelia and Patrick had both left the classroom.

On the way, upon thinking of Florence, Amelia turned to speak to Patrick, "We've been spending hours for baking. Won't Florence get bored of waiting for us?" Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

As a brother, Patrick certainly knew his own sister better than Amelia. He said, "Don't worry. She's not an idiot to simply sit and wait for us for two hours."

Startling, Amelia asked, "So, do you mean that she had already gone home?"

"No." Patrick explained to her, "She texted me awhile ago. She told me that it was too boring to stay in the shop alone. Hence, she had gone out shopping."

With her eyes widened in disbelief, Amelia said doubtfully, "That's impossible! Wasn't she the one who told that she had been tired of walking?"

Sneering, Patrick fired the question back sharply at Amelia, "You're a woman too. Don't you know that women will never get tired of shopping? Do you honestly think that Florence will care about her feet when it comes to shopping? She can walk on her hands."

After some time of momentary silence, Amelia asked, "By the way, weren't you driving today? Why are we travelling by feet all this while?"

"Only then do I get to extend the time spending together with you." Patrick did not speak his mind out loud.

Instead, his answer to Amelia was completely something different from the truth. He said, "To be honest, Florence is spoilt after all. I think that it's time to train her."

Catching a glimpse of Patrick's serious expression, Amelia could not help feeling convinced of his words. She nodded, "I see... Where are we going for lunch?"

"Can't you look for it on the Google map?" Turning to look at her, Patrick's gaze was filled with intense hunger and craving for food. He added, "Remember,

I only want to have meat!"

At D.M barbeque restaurant.

Stopping at the entrance of the restaurant, Amelia took a glance at Patrick. All she could see was him frowning as if he was not satisfied with the venue she had picked for their lunch. She waved her phone at him and said, "The map shows that this is the most famous barbeque shop in this area which is also the nearest one to us. Do you want to try it?"

The jawline of Patrick tensed up a little. The truth was he would prefer western for lunch. He had not expected that Amelia would bring him to a barbeque restaurant that was stuffy and stinky.

Meeting her gaze that was filled with eagerness, he had to make his point clear, "Can't we change to any other star-rated restaurants? This place seems stuffy and stinky to me!"

Amelia could not understand how did Patrick reach his conclusion that the environment of a barbeque restaurant was terrible as he described. She tried to convince him, "Most of the restaurants now can afford air-conditioners and kitchen hoods.

Besides, you're the one who asks for meat for your lunch! Beer will help to make you feel better if you think it's stuffy in there. I can drive you back later."

Patrick was made speechless by her words. It was not that he despised of the idea of eating meat in a barbeque restaurant. It was the atmosphere of the restaurant that hindered him!

What he had pictured for lunch was that both of them could sit in opposite of each other on a long table sprinkled with rose petals. He was hoping for a violinist or pianist that could play for them while they were eating. It would be best if they could have a band playing songs forthem.

He would have ordered her something exquisite that was neither scorching hot nor harmful for health. That would be a perfect lunch date with her.

Having this in mind, Patrick grabbed her phone and began to do the searching.

He needed not to look for a restaurant on his own for most of the time as his secretary would make a table booking for him or that he would only need to attend for meals upon invitation of others.

It took him a significantly long period of time before he showed the phone to Amelia. Pointing at the pinned location shown in the screen, he said coolly, "We are going there for lunch!"

Amelia took a closer look at the map on the screen. Upon studying the route to the pinned location, she shook her head determinedly, "No! We're not going there!"

"Why?" Patrick asked in confusion.

"Here." Amelia first pointed at the ground that she was standing on.

"To there!" Again she pointed at the pinned location on her phone screen and continued, "It will take us at least two hours by car! It's already two o'clock now. I can't tell whether we're having lunch or dinner by the time we reach there."

Startling, Patrick's stomach churned in objection of his idea.

"Give me back my phone!" Amelia snatched her phone back from him before she kept it back into her pocket. She could not help teasing, "You're already starving. Are you sure that you still want to be fussy?"

With that said, she turned around and entered the barbeque restaurant.

"Can't you at least consider other places?" Holding her wrist, Patrick did not feel like compromising.

In fact, he wanted to show Amelia that he could be a gentleman.

Amelia shoved his hand away in confusion. She then said, "I don't want to go around trying my luck. If you really want to go, you can go on your own. Bye!"

There was no way possible that Patrick would have let her leave him alone.

Grabbing her arm in annoyance, he held it under his arm and said, "Whatever! Barbeque restaurant then! I can't wait to see you getting choked by the greasy meat!'

Despite showing great despise of the barbeque restaurant at the entrance, Patrick had feasted himself as soon as the dishes were served.

Upon seeing that Patrick had managed the barbeque pit on his own without a problem, she was glad that she could leave him to feed himself while she could gulp on the glass of water without being disturbed.

Right at this time, she felt her phone buzzing underneath her pocket. She hurriedly reached out to her pocket.

Meanwhile, Patrick paused his movement of flipping the meat on the barbeque pit unnoticeably. However, he shrugged it off as if it was nothing to him.

On the other side, Amelia had already reached out to her phone. It was Kaiden who had sent her a text message.

She subconsciously glanced at Patrick. Unbothered, he seemed to have vested all his attention on barbequing the beef cutlets. Hence, she opened the text message in relief and began to read out the content in silence.

"When do you want to come and collect your car, woman? Don't you know that it's occupying my parking lot?!"

The corner of Amelia's mouth twitched. She began tapping on her phone.

Send me the exact location of yₒᵤᵣ garage. I'll pick it up when I'm free."