Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 535

After hearing her answer, Patrick uncovered the explanation and said with an irritably regretful tone, "Ah! You're wrong. This is for the man to increase his sperm count."

Amelia threw a resentful look at Scarlett.

Dr. Scarlett said innocently, "As I said, this is the dietary plan I've prepared for the both of you."

What she meant was that Amelia could not blame her for not making it clear. It was Amelia who did not understand her completely.

Amelia wanted to bang her head to death on the spot. She glared at Patrick, who was secretly snickering, and said unhappily, "Fine, fine, you win!"

Patrick pinched her pouting face and said with sincerity, "Don't be angry. I'll teach you more in the future."

Upon hearing this, Amelia became even more gloomy.

At this time, Dr. Scarlett asked, "If there's no other problem, I'll have to borrow your kitchen from now on. Do you mind?"

Amelia smiled and replied, "We don't."

Dr. Scarlett straightened up and said, "Well, since it's Monday today, I'll prepare lunch for you two according to the plan for Monday."

Amelia became spirited all of a sudden, "How about the ingredients?"

Dr. Scarlett said, "Well, I had to first confirm if you two were willing to follow through with my plan, only then I could go to the supermarket for the ingredients. So, I may have to take leave to the supermarket now."

Amelia jumped up from the sofa excitedly. "Dr. Scarlett, I'll go with you!"

Dr. Scarlett subconsciously looked at Patrick.

Patrick merely shook his head side to side.

As a result, Dr. Scarlett could only harden her heart and refused Amelia. "You'd better not. Getting groceries in the supermarket is tiring. It's better to rest at home."

Noticing the split-second pause of Dr. Scarlett and the flashing gaze, Amelia's beautiful face darkened. She turned around and asked Patrick, "Why don't you let me go with Dr. Scarlett?"

Patrick looked at her with interest and said, "How do you know that it's me who doesn't let you go? Maybe it's Dr. Scarlett who cares about you and doesn't want you to get in between the crowd at the supermarket. Right, Dr. Scarlett?"

"Yes, yes!" Dr. Scarlett nodded repetitively.

Amelia did not believe them at all. She glared at Patrick and said, "I want to go!"

Patrick's face turned grim. "No."

Look! She knew it was his idea!

Amelia chided, "Why can't I go?"

Patrick answered with reason, "Your heel is injured. Your shoes will chafe on it."

Amelia paused for a moment. Even Dr. Scarlett, who watched the conversation unfold, was moved, "Mrs. Hopper, your husband cares a lot about you. Just listen to him."

But Amelia was not touched at all. This man simply wanted to keep her home, so that it was convenient for him to do some shameful things to her.

At the risk of a disability in her left foot, Amelia pressed on, "What if I insist?"

"The bodyguards will follow you. Go ahead if you don't mind them."

Knowing that Amelia was used to keeping a low profile, Patrick gave her a hard option on purpose.

To his surprise, Amelia was determined and said, "Go ahead and follow me then!"

Seeing Amelia reached out for Dr. Scarlett's hand,

Patrick gave a cold sneer and said, "Then there's no need to go!"

Amelia's hand froze in midair and said incredulously, "What did you say?"

Patrick snapped his fingers at a bodyguard behind him, and he shuffled forward at once. He bowed down perpendicularly and asked, "Mr. Hopper, what can I do for you?" Patrick took Dr. Scarlett's iPad and handed it to him. "Buy all of the ingredients on it."

The bodyguard took the iPad over with both hands, lowered his head, and skimmed at it. Finally, he confirmed with Patrick, "Mr. Hopper, only buying for Monday?"

"For the whole week," said Patrick.

The bodyguard turned his head back robotically and glanced at the refrigerator in the kitchen. He then said to Patrick earnestly, "Mr. Hopper, it won't fit in the fridge." "Buy a few more refrigerators then." Patrick's method of solving problems was always simple and crude.

"Noted!" The bodyguard put the iPad into his suit jacket and strode forward.

Dr. Scarlett plucked up her courage and shouted at him, "Wait a minute!"

The bodyguard did not stop.

Dr. Scarlett could only say to Patrick, "Mr. Patrick, can you ask your man to wait a moment? I have a few things to say."

"Alright." As soon as Patrick finished, the bodyguard already halted in his tracks, motionless.

Dr. Scarlett said tactfully, "We don't seem to need to buy the ingredients for the week."

The wealthy and generous Patrick understood her differently. "Why? You don't think it's enough?"

Dr. Scarlett explained hastily, "No, it's too much. Although the food preservation skill now is excellent, we'd better try to buy some freshly butchered meats on the day itself. Vegetables and fruits that are picked on the same day are more nutritious, healthier, and better for your wife's health too. What do you think?"

As soon as Patrick heard that it concerned Amelia's health, he agreed without reluctance, "Okay, then well buy the ingredients for Monday only."

"Noted!" The black-clothed man set off as soon as he received the order.

As her task was taken away, Dr. Scarlett asked confusedly, "What should I do now?" "Why are you asking me about your job?" Patrick raised his eyebrows idly.

Dr. Scarlett did not dare to say more.

She stole a glance at the hostess of the house, only to find that Amelia was wilted like a dried flower, listless.

The pressure of staying with Patrick must be tremendous. Dr. Scarlett pitied Amelia for a moment.

And she also heard that... Amelia was an employee of Patrick's company.

Oh! Her sympathy for Amelia doubled.

After the bodyguard brought back the ingredients for Monday, Dr. Scarlett seemed to come alive again. She stood up from her seat and said, "I'm going to go cook!" Amelia felt bored and wanted to go with her.

Patrick frowned, put down the newspaper, and stopped her. "What for are you going there?"

"I'll help." The first rule for a prey, never be alone with the predator.

Patrick replied sharply, "You want to escape from me?"

Amelia quickly followed up, "No!" "You're lying." Patrick smiled and said, "If you don't want Dr. Scarlett to see how I kiss and touch you, then you'd better remain seated." Amelia furiously sat back down and refused to look at him. Anyway, he had only asked her to sit down and nothing else.

Patrick continued reading the newspaper.

In a fit, the two of them remained in the silence...

At this time, Huxton came back.

He went in front of Patrick in a straight posture and greeted respectfully, "Mr. Hopper, I'm back."

Patrick tore his eyes away from the newspaper and replied, "Hmm."

"Mr. Hopper?" Huxton glanced at Amelia as a hint, hoping that Patrick would let her leave first.

Patrick narrowed his eyes and suddenly raised two fingers to grab hold of Amelia's face. He turned her face towards him and bit her lips.

"Ow!" Amelia, who was bitten in pain, shoved him away in rage and ran upstairs.

Patrick nodded to Huxton with satisfaction. "She's gone. Go ahead."

Huxton broke out in a slight sweat.