Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 527

Amelia's eyes widened. "It's not kind of you to lie to them like this. I think Aunt Sierra and Maryanne have cried till their eyes are swollen now." Milton said, "I don't want to either. I was forced by them, wasn't I?"

Amelia disagreed, "But even if you can hide it from them for a while, you can't hide it from the doctor."

Milton brushed it off, "It's okay. It's easy to bribe the doctor."

Amelia asked, "Then why did you keep calling my name when you were sick? Were you asking me to come over and help you?"

Milton felt a little uneasy and said, "You can say that."

In fact, he was not.

He was in complete unconsciousness when he called out for Amelia in his dream. But he could not tell her this, or all his previous efforts would go to waste. Hearing that Milton pretended to be ill, Amelia heaved a sigh of relief and shifted into a more comfortable position. "What do you want me to help you with?" Milton coughed and said, "Please help me to persuade my mother, she'll listen to you. Remember to describe my condition more miserably. Tell her that if she continues to force me, I may end up dying from depression."

Amelia said angrily, "Are you out of your mind? Talk about dying when you're fine!"

Milton was reminded of the younger Amelia, who threw tantrums whenever she was unhappy. Full of nostalgia, he could not help but pinch her cheek and said, "Don't get angry, my little princess." My little princess.

That was Milton's nickname to Amelia when they used to play make-believe.

Amelia fell silent, pursing her lips.

Even if it was a joke, she was too embarrassed to call Milton 'my little prince' in return since she was married now.

Patrick was leaning against the corridor. When he saw Milton reached out and touched Amelia's face, his mood loomed.

Patrick put out the cigarette butt on the handrail in the corridor, and then strode into the room.

At the same time, Milton lowered his hand.

Before Amelia could ask anything else, Patrick appeared in the room and announced coldly, "Time's up."

The way he said it seemed to remind her of her death sentence.

Amelia subconsciously took a look at the clock and found that the second hand had only just passed the number twelve.

Patrick really walked the talk. One minute meant one minute, not even allowing one second more.

Amelia kept her promise, got up, and said to him, "I'll go with you right now."

Seeing that she was about to leave, Milton immediately added before he ran out of time, "Amelia, remember what I said to you."

Amelia withdrew her gaze and nodded. "Don't forget to drink more water and rest. I'm heading back first."

Patrick could not bother to watch them banter. He walked over and wrapped his arm across the chest of Amelia, pulling her away like a doll.

"Patrick, you'd better be gentler!" It was not Amelia who said that, but Milton, who could not stand to see Patrick's barbaric action.

Patrick stopped in his tracks and turned around, looking at Milton with contempt. "Wasn't your experience from last time impressionable enough?" Milton was not convinced. "If you didn't rely on your numbers, I might not have lost."

Amelia was dismayed for a moment. What were they talking about?

"It's easy to know who's the winner." The imposing manner of Patrick soared. "When you're well, let's find a place to find out."

"I can't ask for more." Milton did not back down.

Amelia asked in confusion, "Wait, what are you two talking about?"

Patrick and Milton shouted in unison, "It's none of your business!" It was a duel between men!

The corners of Amelia's mouth twitched. Such chemistry! The two of them might have been sworn brothers in their previous lives.

"Come with me now." Patrick finished 'conversing' with Milton. He exerted some force with his arm, and Amelia was once again dragged away like a ragged doll.

Upon reaching the door, the constrained Amelia reluctantly pouted at Patrick and said, "Close the door. That's basic manners."

"F*ck the basic manners!" thought Patrick. His left foot hooked the door accurately and slammed it shut with a loud bang.

Hearing the ground trembled from the noise of the slam, Amelia rubbed her eyebrows and said, "Your conduct is terrible."

Patrick glanced at her mockingly and said, "Then, is it in your virtue as a wife to allow any man that's not your husband to touch your face?"

Amelia replied in anger, "Have you said enough? Milton is like my brother!"

The jeer in Patrick's eyes deepened. "How dare you call him a brother when he wants to ravage you at any given time?"

"He has a girlfriend!" Amelia clenched her fists, unable to take it anymore.

Patrick replied sharply, "Are you actually dumb, or are you pretending to be? Maryanne, that woman, is simply..."

Wait, why was he going to reveal Milton's real intention? Wouldn't this show that Milton had a deep affection for Amelia?

"What's with Maryanne?" Amelia continued to ask.

Patrick raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want to know? but I don't feel like saying it now."

Amelia was anxious to the edge of her seat, but she pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Whatever! I don't want to know anyway."

Hearing this, Patrick became even more displeased. Why could not this woman play by his book? He was still waiting for her to beg him to tell her, but now she did not want to know!

Amelia gave him a look and struggled, "Let go of me first. I'm going to Aunt Sierra's room to talk to her for a while."

"What does you talking to her have to do with me holding you?"

The implication was that he did not want to let go of her at all. If she wanted to go, both of them had to go together!

Amelia pulled at his arm desperately and said, "Do you have the face to listen to the private exchange between women?"

Patrick held her into his arms with effort and said, "Your private exchange only revolves around the same man."

Amelia gasped, "Patrick, it's fine if you restrict me from seeing a man, but do you have to interfere with my conversation with an aunt?"

Patrick lowered his head and whispered cold air into her pale ear, "There's not a problem if it's just an ordinary chat, but you're talking about Milton. I hate him a lot, you knew that." Amelia dwindled as if she was about to be frostbitten. "Why is your world always so confined?"

Patrick glared at her and asked through gritted teeth, "What did you say?"

Amelia said, agitated, "I said you are too selfcentered! Do you know that your happiness today is entirely built on the embarrassment I've felt?"

Patrick denied, "That's not true?"

Amelia recalled the awkward scene from before and said shyly, "Not true? You knew Aunt Sierra was right behind us, but you still..."

"I hate to let you go, like now?" Patrick said, driving Amelia into the corner of the wall.

Amelia had no way to retreat and said, "Do you really have to tell the world that you own me in such nasty ways? Am I your prisoner? Am I your dog?"