Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 526

Sierra was being understanding and shook her head, "I just came here, so I didn't see anything. You don't have to mind." Amelia was still upset after Sierra's comforting words. She said sullenly, "Aunt Sierra, I'll go to see Milton now."

This time, Amelia was using "I" instead of "we". Patrick's reckless action made her angry and she did not want him to tag along. Patrick noticed that she did it on purpose. He twitched his lips and smiled at Sierra which made her face freeze for a second.

This scene seemed a bit familiar.

Sierra was smiling at Patrick downstairs just now. However, it was Patrick's turn to smile at her this moment.

Only both of them could understand the reason behind this.

When Amelia opened the door, she saw Maryanne walking out from the bathroom with a large basin full of water. There was a towel at the edge of the basin. Maryanne rolled up her sleeves high, revealing her

two slender arms. The veins on the back of her hands that were holding on both sides of the basin were bulging. It was obvious that she did not often do these kinds of rough house chores. It was even very strenuous for her to carry a basin.

"You're here?" Maryanne greeted Amelia in a cold manner. Then, her gaze landed on the tall man behind her and she greeted him politely, "Mr.

Patrick."

Maryanne had already appear to be very calm when she saw Patrick again.

Maryanne admired this man but she could not own him. In fact... she did not even have the right to stand on the same level with him.

In the past, she had ignored such problem. If she had not met Milton, she might have regarded "admiration" as true love.

Meanwhile, Amelia had left Patrick behind and walked to Milton's bed alone.

"Milton?" She called him gently which made Patrick's heart twitch. Suddenly, Patrick raised his eyes and looked at her in disbelief.

Amelia had never called Patrick's name in a gentle tone!

Milton's breathing quickened but he did not wake up.

Amelia felt anxious and squatted down to get closer to him. She called again, "Milton, wake up."

The gentler Amelia was, the stiffer Patrick's handsome face became. He tried very hard not to pull her away.

"It did not help at all." Maryanne placed the basin on the bedside table with no expression on her face. When she wet the towel, she said, "His condition is very strange. When you asked him to rest, he liked to stare at the ceiling. When you wanted to wake him up to eat and take medicine, he could not get up. Hmm. It's like he did it deliberately against us."

After Maryanne finished speaking, Milton who was lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

Maryanne's expression changed because what she told them was not true.

So... Milton would only wake up when certain people called him?

Maryanne's hand which was holding the wet towel exerted force unconsciously. The water that drop into the basin was much like the tears dripping in Maryanne's heart.

When Amelia saw Milton was awake, she held his face happily with her hand and turned his head to her. "Hey! Do you still recognize me? Did you not get confused after having high fever?"

Milton's pupils gradually became anxious and he asked soberly, "Amelia, you're here to see me?"

"Yes!" Amelia could not hide her joy. She let go of Milton's face and put her hand on his forehead.

A few seconds later, she uttered, "Eh?" slightly, and the temperature in her palm was obviously normal. "You..." She could not help asking.

"Shh." Milton mouthed his words to Amelia wide open with his back facing Patrick and others.

Amelia's eyes looked shock. At that moment, she seemed to have understood something.

Then she raised her head and she smiled at the two people in the room and said, "I want to talk to Milton alone. Can you guys leave for a while?" Maryanne bit her lip. "Sure."

Maryanne could not stand the way Milton looking at Amelia lovingly. Letting them to talk in private would allow her to calm down outside.

After dealing with Maryanne, Amelia asked Patrick, "Mr. Hopper, what about you?"

Patrick asked coldly, "Will I disturb you both if I'm here?"

Amelia was angry and raised her face up, "As the saying goes, patient is more important. I hope you can understand my feelings at the moment." When Patrick eyes swept across her slightly red swollen lips and mottled hickeys on her neck, he suddenly smiled and said, "I'll give you half a minute." Amelia said, "Five minutes!"

Half a minute was enough for Patrick to open the door and close it.

"Three minutes." Patrick replied with ease.

"One minute!" Amelia was bargaining.

Patrick agreed grudgingly. "Sure."

As his voice fell, he put his hands in his pockets and left.

Before he left, he deliberately did not close the door, so he could monitor Amelia and Milton's every moves at all times.

He did not walk too far. He just leaned against the corridor which was facing Milton's door. He could clearly see Amelia's delicate little face from his direction.

When Patrick found out that Amelia was staring at him angrily, as if she were angry at him for not walking far enough, he raised his eyebrows. He reached out his hand and took out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket and started to smoke lazily.

He told her with his actions that he could only stay this far away and he was not willing to walk any

further.

Amelia felt helpless. She thought that it was okay if Milton and her speak softly.

She looked at Milton. However, she could only see him staring at her neck with his eyebrows frowned.

She was shocked but it was too late for her to raise her hand to cover her throat.

Milton suppressed the sourness in his heart and asked, "Did he abuse you?"

"No!" Amelia said anxiously.

Milton was afraid that she would be embarrassed, he opened his eyes and said, "This doesn't seem like a normal kiss. It's more like he's punishing you."

"Don't ask anymore, okay? Let's talk about what's going on with you," Amelia said gloomily.

"Alright, let's talk about my matters." Milton really did not want to force her.

Amelia said, "I just touched your forehead and found that your temperature is normal. Are you pretending to be sick?"

"No. I'm really sick."

On the night when Milton met Patrick at the Royal Joy Club, he was so impulsive that he wanted to have a fight with Patrick. However, he lost to Patrick because of his large crowd of followers. He was then thrown into the swimming pool by them for sobering up.

Milton was soaked all over on such a cold day. It was normal that if he caught a cold after that.

Amelia looked confused. "What's going on? Did you make yourself sick on purpose?"

Milton did not want to mention what happened at the Royal Joy Club and said, "Listen, I was sick two days ago. When I saw that my mother and Maryanne were so nervous and guilty, I decided to play along and make use of their guilt to delay the marriage. I deliberately refused to go to the hospital to let them reflect themselves. However, after the private doctor came yesterday, my high fever was gone in less than half a day, alas..."

Amelia asked, "But I heard Maryanne on the phone say that your fever come and goes. Sometimes it was good and sometimes it was very bad. Since it's cured, why would you have high fever again?" Milton said proudly, "That's the illusion I made when she walked away. I covered my head with a hot towel!"