Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 396

"Miss Ramsay, this is our pinky ring..."

After a pause, Mr. Cosmo suddenly realized that he had forgotten a very important question. "Miss Ramsay, forgive me for being rude. I don't know if you're married or engaged. If you're engaged, it would be a little inappropriate for you to wear the pinky ring."

Pinky rings were a symbol of being single. Simply put, this ring was for single people.

With the corner of her eyes twitching, Amelia didn't answer his question directly, "I am not superstitious, so these remarks are meaningless to me."

"Oh, it's good." Knowing that Amelia didn't mind, Mr. Cosmo said no more.

"Mr. Cosmo." The foreman came over to remind Mr. Cosmo, "It's nine o'clock. The customers are all queuing at the door. Miss Ramsay should go."

To be specific, not all the customers came for Amelia, but for the famous jewelry company. Besides, first come, first served. They could also enjoy the benefits of the prize draw.

"Miss Ramsay, please." With a smile, Mr. Cosmo smiled and made a gesture of invitation to

Amelia when she was ready.

"Wow! Look at that man! He's so handsome!"

"Well, but I like that one more. He has such a tall nose, very exotic!"

Just as Amelia was helping two female clients wear the ring, they kept looking over their shoulders absent-mindedly.

"Ms. Thomson, Ms. Keats?" Amelia reminded them with the rings in her hands, only to find that the two had completely forgotten about her and were focusing on the handsome guys.

Amelia was annoyed. If they kept sitting here wasting her time, how could she sell more rings? The commission on every deal was very high!

All in all, it was those men who were to blame. She turned angrily and looked behind the two ladies, trying to see how attractive those guys could be!

Huh?

Caught off guard, Amelia exclaimed,

"Milton? Hobart?"

Milton and Hobart stopped the hostile glares at each other and simultaneously let out a charming smile at Amelia as they both said, "Amelia."

Milton's face changed at what Hobart had said and asked somewhat in exasperation, "Who allowed you to call her Amelia? Is she close to you?"

Hobart looked at him teasingly. "Milton, I was just about to ask you the same question. You've got my younger sister. How dare you to address other women in such an intimate manner?" Milton was cross. Hobart had been teasing Milton ever since Milton had fake dated Maryanne.

Just as they were bickering, Amelia glanced at her clients, who were influenced by them and no longer in the mood of choosing rings, and said sharply, "If you want to quarrel, go somewhere else. Don't keep me from serving my customers!"

Noting the annoyance in Amelia's words, Milton and Hobart hurried over and pushed the two ladies away before saying matter-of-factly, "Amelia, I didn't know you had resigned from Patrick's company until I saw a friend posting a picture of you selling rings in our WhatsApp group."

"How about you switch careers to selling skincare products? Your skin is so perfect. It must be persuasive when you're selling products to our clients. I'm hiring you as a consultant on beauty. Your salary will be at least one hundred thousand a month," Hobart said lovingly.

To Milton, Hobart was like a perverted middle-aged man trying to abduct a little girl by lollipops. He hurried to stand in front of Amelia like a guardian and said, "No. We're not going with you!"

Hobart narrowed his eyes and asked in a seemingly serious way, "Milton, I heard from Maryanne when she returned home this morning that she was with you last night?"

Milton was pissed off. "D*mn! Would you shut up?

She's been complaining about her painful period. So

I went out of my way to send her to the hospital for a night!"

Hobart whistled as the teasing look on his face grew more obvious. "So you spent the whole night with her, didn't you? Did I say anything wrong?"

"You!" Milton clenched his fists so tightly that they almost made a sound. He knew Hobart

was deliberately exaggerating his relationship with Maryanne in front of Amelia. Unfortunately, it had been Milton's idea to fake date Maryanne, and it was almost impossible to explain now.

Amelia looked at Milton with admiration. She had always thought that given Maryanne's character, Milton would have a hard time being with her.

But according to Hobart, Maryanne was quite lovable. She even talked about private matters such as her painful period with Milton. So she must have been charmed by Milton.

Realizing that Amelia was staring at him, Milton was afraid that she could misunderstand him. "Amelia, just trust me. Don't listen to him."

After that, Milton quickly changed the topic. "By the way, why are you working for the Crown Jewelry Company? You really quitted Roxxon? How about... you work for me?"

Seeing that Mr. Cosmo had begun to pay attention to them, Amelia had warnings in her beautiful eyes. "Can you talk to me while checking our pinky rings? Otherwise, my boss would be sure that I'm chatting with friends instead of doing my part-time job!"

"Part-time job?" asked Milton and Hobart at the same time again. But they soon realized what Amelia meant. They pretended to be interested in the rings and asked professional questions from time to time. Mr Cosmo glanced at them and left after making sure that there was nothing wrong.

Amelia secretly breathed a sigh of relief and explained to them in a low voice, "Well, this is just my part-time job on Saturday, which will end at the end of this month. Also, I'm still a manager in Roxxon, so I'm not going to your companies."

Hobart asked, mushy, "Aren't you Patrick's sweetheart? How could he bear to keep you so tired over the weekend?"

Amelia was at a loss for words. Sweetheart... She now knew the way Hobart talked to women.

Surprisingly, Milton did not argue with Hobart this time. Instead, he looked at Amelia with concern and began, "Amelia, do you have any difficulties?"

He knew what Amelia had been through recently. Milton had tried to help Amelia on the night of the auction of her mother's cemetery. But he had been held back because Maryanne had told him that Amelia go a rich man to help her already. As for the identity of the so-called rich man, no one knew better than Milton.

Later, he heard that Gilbert had had a stroke and been in the hospital. With so many things that happened in succession, it was imaginable how awful Amelia's life could have been.

"Milton, don't worry about me. I eat well, drink well, and sleep well. I'm happy. I just want to work part-time on weekends to broaden my horizons. That's all."

Looking down at her wristwatch, Amelia put on an apologetic look. "I have wasted a lot of time. Would you please just leave?"

Hobart raised his brows, picked up the rings on the red silk, and put them on his little finger one by one until there was no room left. "I'm buying all these. Wrap them up," he said.