Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 571

Amelia looked at the stern face in front of her and shook her head. "You can't help me..."

Huxton frowned and asked, "Why not?"

"Because that person was Patrick, your master," thought Amelia and sighed in her heart.

"Madam Ramsay!" The secretary's panting breaths came from afar.

Under Huxton's cold and watchful gaze, the secretary hid behind Amelia and asked innocently, "Why are you staring at me like that? Do you want to beat me up?" Huxton's expression was frigid. "Stay away from madam!"

Seeing that Huxton had activated his protective instinct, Amelia realized that he had misunderstood. She quickly added, "Huxton, it's not her."

Huxton stowed away the look that looked like he was about to give the secretary a lecture.

The secretary rubbed her chest and looked at Amelia, still in shock. "Madam Ramsay, why did you run away just now?"

Amelia held her forehead with her hand and said in an airy tone, "Why should I stay there?"

The secretary was taken aback. "You can't say that. Mr. Hopper is your husband, isn't he? You have every reason to separate them!"

Amelia looked at the secretary with a complex expression. "Do you know why we married in secret?"

The secretary shook her head. "I don't know."

Amelia was down and spoke slowly, "That's right. Many things aren't like what you see on the surface. Although I'm his wife, there are some things that I can't interfere in."

The secretary was in disbelief. "Including driving away the unnecessary women around Mr. Hopper?"

Amelia replied with a bitter smile, "If it was the woman who pestered on Patrick, I'm still able to try. But as you just saw, it was Patrick who didn't want to let her go. If I had gone over to stop them, I would only humiliate myself."

"But even if it's humiliation, you still have to do it. Madam Ramsay, if I were you, I would go over to Mr. Hopper and ask him to explain about the relationship between him and that woman right then and there!" The secretary said firmly.

Amelia thought that she was right. She had left home on impulse, but ended up disheartened and saying that she wanted to go home. Wouldn't Patrick and that woman then be too fortunate if Amelia decided to leave them?

Seeing that she was deep in thought, the secretary tried to ease the situation for Patrick's side. "Also, just as you said, there are many things that aren't as what we see on the surface. Perhaps... she's an old friend of Mr. Hopper, and that's why he pulled her back!"

That made sense too. If it was really as the secretary said, then wasn't she doing an injustice to Patrick?

Amelia frowned and pondered for a moment. She then exclaimed in revelation, "Ms. Secretary, thank you! I'll go and find him now!"

"Okay!" After the secretary nodded in support, then said to herself, "I really didn't expect Sissi and Mr. Hopper to know each other. Why didn't she mention that when I interviewed her..."

Her words made Amelia halted dead in her tracks. She asked in a trembling voice, "Who...who did you say she is?"

The secretary blurted out, "Oh, Sissi Roberts."

Seeing Amelia was pulled into a trance, the secretary hurriedly introduced, "Oh, Sissi is the leader of the teaching team appointed by our company to the village. Several colleagues and I had carefully selected them during Christmas..."

As she listened on, Amelia's fingers clenched. Her fingernails dug in her palms...

Noticing her gesture of self-mutilation, Huxton immediately ordered the secretary to quit it. "Shut up!"

"Hey, why are you being so fierce!" The secretary felt indignant. Why was everyone yelling at her?

Huxton was feeling the same way as Amelia because the name 'Sissi' was not unfamiliar to him. Before Patrick went abroad, he often took Sissi to the small holiday resort where Amelia was locked up. Huxton had utterly treated Sissi as the future madame during those days.

But not long after, Sissi's scandals broke out to several families, one after another. Huxton saw Mr. Patrick became irritable, gloomy, and gaunt. From that time onwards, he completely lost all his good impressionable feelings for Sissi. Now that Huxton heard she was clinging to Mr. Hopper again, sure his mood was bad!

"It's her... It's actually her..." Amelia's pupils shook as she muttered to herself.

It was a deja vu for Amelia. How did it feel like when the nightmare that had plagued the dreams come to life in reality?

Amelia was both raging and fearful. If the opponent was Sissi, she really had no chance...

After the secretary introduced Sissi's identity, she asked Amelia, who was motionless, "Madam Ramsay, aren't you going to find Mr. Hopper? Let's go!"

As she spoke, she stretched her hand to hold Amelia's.

But Amelia evaded. Suppressing the surging wave of emotions threatening to rise inside her, she replied in a voice so serene that it was almost odd, "There's no need. I trust him."

"Huh?" Not only the secretary, but even Huxton looked at her with incredulous eyes.

Amelia stared at her feet and repeated coarsely, "I trust him. He won't do anything that will hurt me."

Although the secretary was puzzled and frustrated, she was still quite happy in her heart. After all, if the boss and his wife were at peace with each other, as an employee, she could continue to live a good life, right?

"By the way..." Amelia looked up at the secretary, "Can I beg you for a favor?"

The secretary said seriously, "It's too much to say 'beg'. Just tell me if there's anything you need!" "Don't mention to Patrick the fact that I was here.

Okay?"

"You want me to treat it as if you've never appeared here?"

Amelia nodded with clear and determined eyes, "Yes, please promise me!"

At night, in the helicopter on the way back.

"Are you scared?" Huxton asked calmly.

"Who said I'm scared!" Amelia frowned.

Huxton's placid eyes were sharp enough to figure out the cause of Amelia's despair. "You're afraid that if you went back to Mr. Patrick's room, he would choose Sissi over you. So you much rather pretend calm, as if nothing had happened. You don't even want him to know that you were there. And you're thinking that when you return to Northville and wait for him to come back from the village, everything will be fine again. Right?"

Holding her cheek in one hand, Amelia looked at Huxton with resentment and said, "Huxton, I much prefer when you're silent."

Huxton did not give a reply.

The next morning, at Northville.

After Amelia got off the helicopter in an empty suburb, they saw a Ferrari parked not far away in

front of them.

"Madam, they're our people," Huxton said.

"Oh, okay," Amelia responded.

When they settled in the car, Huxton suddenly asked, "Madam, so you're not going to work today?"

Amelia peered at him and said with a faint smile, "Why do I find that you care about me more now than before? Are you sympathizing with me?"

Huxton replied with respect, "Madam, now you still have the mood to joke with me even in the current circumstance. It seems that you're in good spirit." Amelia pouted, closed her eyes, leaned back on the chair and said, "Let's go home, I'm tired."