Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 572

At Land of Fragrance.

When they got home, Dr. Scarlett was already waiting forthem in the small garden outside. Amelia was surprised and asked, "Dr. Scarlett, didn't I tell you that there's no need to come to work these few days?" She had planned to stay with Patrick in the village for a while, but the plan changed, and she came back on the very same day. Amelia did not expect that Dr. Scarlett had also returned.

Dr. Scarlett stared hostilely at the young man behind Amelia and said, "It's your husband's subordinate who told me to come."

"Ah, you mean Huxton?" Amelia finally realized that it was Dr. Scarlett who Huxton contacted back in the car.

Huxton interjected in no hurry, "Yes. Since madam has returned home, it's kind of impossible for Dr. Scarlett to continue her paid vacation."

Dr. Scarlett clicked her tongue and told Amelia in seriousness, "Miss Amelia, if you need anything in the future, you should call me yourself. There are some voices that I would gag at the sound of it! Also, you can go ahead and deduct my wages for yesterday. I don't want to accept anything given to me unwillingly!"

Amelia was a little confused. Why did she feel that there was some arguments between these two in front of her?

Huxton glanced at Dr. Scarlett and said, "Madam didn't have a good rest last night. How long more do you want her to stay outside and talk to you?"

Dr. Scarlett responded with anger, "Then you'd better hurry up and unlock the door! The key isn't with me!"

Huxton said with a poker face, "The men in black are guarding at home. What do you need the key for?"

Dr. Scarlett added airily, "Then go on and press the doorbell. Otherwise, your madam will get cold, and I won't be the one who will be blamed." "That's enough! Stop arguing!" Even Amelia, who was sandwiched between them, was getting a headache. "I'm going to ring the doorbell!"

Dr. Scarlett said, "No need!"

Huxton said, "I'll go!"

Dr. Scarlett was taken back and glowered at Huxton. "F*ck! You did it on purpose, didn't you? I've already said I'm ringing the doorbell! Get out of here!"

Huxton maintained his spot and said, "Didn't you say you don't want to do it? Leave it to me then."

Dr. Scarlett put her hands on her hips and glared at Huxton. "When did you see that I'm not willing to do it? You idiot!"

Seeing that they were back to bickering again, Amelia shook her head, walked in between them, and rang the doorbell.

After a while, the door opened. Amelia turned back and said to the couple who were staring furiously into each other's eyes, "Stop arguing, come in." "Who's arguing with her/him?" Huxton and Scarlett retorted simultaneously.

In the bedroom.

As soon as Amelia pulled open the curtains, her cell phone rang. She took it out from her pocket and saw that it was from Patrick.

Looking at the incoming phone call, Amelia suppressed the urge to decline the call and pressed down on the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Hopper... Are you awake?"

Amelia subconsciously looked at the clock and found that it was only seven o'clock in the morning. She answered in a slightly nasal voice, "Yea, what about you?"

Patrick replied, "Me too."

Amelia followed up, "Why did you get up so early today?"

Patrick responded, "I promised to give a speech to the children in primary school in the village today, so I got up earlier."

Amelia said indifferently, "Oh..."

Patrick then added in an almost inaudible voice, "And, I miss you..."

Amelia was surprised. "What did you say?"

Patrick repeated shamelessly, "I said I miss you. That's why I called you so early in the morning and asked what you were doing."

Amelia forced a smile. "What else can I do? Of course, I've been going to the company and coming back home. Unlike you, who's living so freely and comfortably..."

Patrick did not hear the underlying indication of Amelia's words. He simply said, "How is this comfortable? You have no idea how horrible the environment here is. Can you imagine a roof full of cobwebs? Also, the dishes here are mostly just noodles and vegetables..."

After Amelia listened to him quietly, she asked impassively, "Since it's so bad, why don't you come

back?"

Patrick had no reply.

Catching his slightly heavier breath, a sarcastic smile flashed on her lips, and she asked, "What's the matter? Is my suggestion not good enough, or is there any beautiful scenery in the village that makes you want to stay there?"

Patrick responded with ease, "No matter how impressive the mountain scenery is, it still can't compare to your beauty most slightly."

"You're such a sweet talker today." But Amelia could not bring herself to be happy.

"What about you? Do you miss me?" Patrick must be really idle to chat with her without aim like this.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Amelia said, "Yes."

Although Patrick was happy to hear this answer, he figured out a coldness to her answer. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you remember the day before I left Northville? How did I teach you to speak nicely? Did you forget it so quickly?"

His tenderness, his teasing, and even his playful lecturing, at this time, all of them became hypocritical when Amelia heard him.

She was starting to find it hard to bear and lowered down her volume, "Is there anything else? If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first. I still have to go to work later."

If it was someone else, they might have been convinced by Amelia. But it was Patrick who was very familiar with the way Roxxon operated. He said, "The office clocks in at eight-thirty, and it's only seven o'clock now. Do you have to be in such a hurry?"

Amelia didn't reply.

Patrick asked in a half-joking and half-serious way, "You don't want to talk to me?"

She kept silent.

Patrick challenged on in a deep voice, "Or, is there someone waiting for you?"

Amelia denied, "No."

Patrick snorted and said, "I've given you a few days of freedom, not for you to waste it on other men! You'd better be cautious when I'm not around. Otherwise, when I return to the Northville, you'll know!"

Amelia fell onto the large bed behind her and said wearily, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Huxton. Bye."

With that, she quickly ended the call. The two drops of tears that were welling in the rims of her eyes finally slid down her cheeks in the end...

She had to hang up the phone, or Patrick would know that she was crying, and then there would be a lot of questions blasting her way.

Patrick, who was at Timothy Village, was maddened. He thought that the woman would cry and say something about missing him, begging him to go home as soon as possible to cuddle and hug her. But he was wrong. She did not even have the time to talk to him!

No! It was not that she did not have time! She did not want to talk to him at all!

Unknowingly, the veins in Patrick's hand were almost pulsing out.

He angrily dialed Amelia's number again. He wanted to ask her what was wrong with her sudden indifference!

Beep... Beep... Beep...

Just as Patrick waited for her to answer the phone anxiously, an uninvited guest came into his unlocked room.

Noticing the grace in the guest's eyes. Patrick dropped the phone in his hand unconsciously. He did not even know if the call went through.