Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 952

Just as Amelia replied, Patrick suddenly had threw a piece of beef cutlet into her bowl.

As a result of his excessive force, the grease on the meat cutlet spattered as soon as it fell into the bowl.

The grease had spattered onto Amelia's arm which she had rested on the table all this while. The scotching hot oil droplets that came into contact with her bare skin immediately drove her attention away from her phone.

Glancing up, she could see a greasy beef cutlet lying inside her bowl. Thinking that Patrick had barbequed and brought the meat to her, she stammered, "Thank you!"

She reached out to a piece of serviette and wiped her arm.

She did not realize that Patrick had done it on purpose when he threw the beef cutlet forcefully towards her. Instead, she was feeling grateful for his kind sharing of the meat that he had done barbequed.

Upon seeing this, an indescribable feeling crept on Patrick who was merely throwing a tantrum a while ago.

Clearing his throat, he tried to sound as if he did not care as he said, "No phone during the meal.

Otherwise, you are going to choke on yourself."

Putting aside the serviette that she used to wipe her arm, she kept her phone back into her pocket again.

Amelia stood up to reach the beef cutlets on the barbeque pit. She then picked up several pieces which she thought were adequately barbequed before she laid them down in Patrick's bowl. She

said, "I know. Let's eat now."

Patrick's expression softened upon hearing her reply.

However, her phone buzzed again before she could ever sit down.

Patrick pursed his lips. His mood was ruined again.

Seeing that his expression darkened, Amelia thought that it would be wise for her to not pick up her phone. However, in a split of second she changed her mind. There was no need for her to prioritize his feeling.

Absolutely no.

Besides, she was not committed something shady or unspeakable.

Thinking of this, Amelia reached out to her pocket again. All she needed was to take her phone out.

Patrick had been observing Amelia's facial expression all this while. On the verge of anger, he snapped his cutlery on the table and uttered coldly, "Why are you obsessed with a single text message? Which of your b*stard lover texted to ask you out?"

Upon hearing this, Amelia found her emotional struggles that she had undergone just a moment ago was completely unnecessary.

She wondered the reason that she had hesitated to reach for her phone.

The only reason to justify the whole situation was that she cared about how Patrick might think of her.

There was no need for her to bother how others would think of her if they were mere strangers to her.

However, it turned out that Patrick had assumed the worst out of her. Otherwise, he would not have made such an assumption that the person who texted her was someone that she had an unspeakable affair with.

In fact, in face of the man who had humiliated her for more than once, there was no need for her to care what he had been thinking of her.

In addition, she had almost believed that he truly concerned her wellbeing when he reminded her to not use the phone upon eating.

Feeling the stabbing pain in her heart, Amelia sounded indifferent as she replied, "Yeah, you're right. It is just a text message after all. I don't need to hesitate. I can open it whenever I feel like. So, I can do it right now too!"

Patrick grasped his breath upon hearing her words. This time Amelia had taken out her phone without hesitation.

Taking a glance at her phone, Amelia had expected that it was Kaiden's reply in text. He had stated his address as well as the number of his room.

However, this was not the information that she needed. All she needed was the address of his garage, which unfortunately, Kaiden had made no mention in his text message.

In the end of his text message, he stressed on the fact that Amelia must come by herself to collect her car.

Otherwise, he threatened to drive her car to Roxxon Corporation and notify Patrick to collect for her.

Amelia gritted her teeth. She did not think that she deserved his blackmail after she borrowed her car to Kaiden out of kindness.

She could not help wondering if Kaiden had planned to wait for her at home so that she could come and beg for the car key herself.

The truth was Amelia had made a correct guess on Kaiden's plan.

In fact, Kaiden was full of anger which he had nowhere to vent. Apparently, it was far not enough for him to vent his anger to her through text messages.

That was why he had insisted to have Amelia dropped by on her own so that he could subject her to suffering before letting her to drive back her car.

Just as Amelia was getting frustrated with Kaiden's text message, Patrick's face flushed with boiling anger.

The level of his anger had already reached boiling point.

Not only had he stopped barbequing, he refused to eat the one in his bowl.

Had Amelia continued to text Kaiden, it would not be exaggerating to regard the possibility that Patrick would be the very first person in the world who died of starving on a table full of food.

The strangest thing was that he was no doubt starving, yet he could not bring himself to eat anything.

Patrick's stare at Amelia was murderous as if he could not wait to rip her apart and barbeque her on the pit!

Finding no useful information from the text message, Amelia could not help feeling frustrated.

She stuffed her phone back into the pocket. As soon as she caught Patrick staring at her when she glanced up, she exploded, "Why are you staring at me? Eat!"

Patrick was made speechless with her sudden outburst of anger. All this while he thought he was the one who deserved to be infuriated.

Patrick could not help feeling aggravated. He had never felt this way before in his life. Therefore, he could feel this emotion began to swallow him up.

In order to bake a cake for her, he got all the unnecessary scolding and teasing. Not only had she not been grateful at all for what he had done for her, but also she threw a tantrum at him over a text message that she received.

If it were not for the public occasion, he would have taught Amelia a lesson at this very moment.

Amelia was about to pick up the meat in her bowl with her tongs. However, as soon as she thought of the fact that it was Patrick who brought the food to her bowl, she lost all her appetite in eating it. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Right at this moment, Amelia fell into a dilemma. She was not sure whether she wanted to proceed with eating it or not.

Upon deliberating, she put the bowl aside and use another plate.

Patrick had adopted a more ruthless manner. He took the bowl in front of him and emptied the content of it into the rubbish bin next to his feet. As a result, everything that she had gotten for his bowl was lying in the rubbish bin pitifully.

At the sight of this, Amelia's gaze darkened.

"Here you go. The dishes that you ordered."

At this time, a waiter had brought to their table a plate of chicken breast and raw cuttlefish. Just as he was about to place it right in front of the man, Amelia spoke, "Hey, can you please make sure that you'll place all the meat on his side while the fish and vegetables on mine?"

The waiter who was completely out of the picture of their conflicts immediately did according to what he was told.

As soon as Patrick threw away the food that she had gotten him, Amelia came out with the thought of eating separately. However, she soon found out that this idea was too childish. Had she done so, it would be indifferent from telling to Patrick straight at his face that she was sulking!

Besides, she should not be the one who left at this point in time.

If her presence irritated him, he may leave at his wish. After all, he was reluctant to have his lunch here in the very first place.

Sinking at her thought, Amelia had not forgotten to place the cuttlefish into the barbeque pit.

In the midst of barbequing, she divided the pit into two halves on purpose. She kept one of the halves for herself while the remaining for Patrick to barbeque on his own.

Patrick was infuriated at the sight of this.