Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 577

The secretary was infuriated at once. Amelia was not the kind of person they said she was. Instead, it was Mr. Hopper who was out of character. His behavior with Sissi was inconceivable!

Amidst the noise, there was a person who was sitting against the headboard and immersed in reading. However, her brown eyes behind the book slipped into deep thoughts as she listened to the conversation between the secretary and the rest of the teachers.

At Land of Fragrance.

Amelia, like a student who had made a mistake, had put her hands on her knees and sat upright opposite Huxton with an apologetic look on her face.

Huxton gave her a sidelong glance and asked in a dignified manner, "Madam, what did I tell you?"

Amelia lowered her head as if to diminish her presence in the room. "I'm sorry. I didn't know I would be targeted by the paparazzi. I've caused you trouble." Huxton glanced away and said, "Instead of apologizing to me, you'd better think about how you'll explain it to Mr. Hopper."

Amelia lifted her head suddenly, her beautiful eyes full of resentment. "Why should I explain it to him?"

Huxton replied, "Because he's your husband, and you're his wife."

Amelia answered gloomily, "That's not fair."

As soon as she finished, the landline at home rang right away.

At this, Amelia looked at it as if she was looking at a ticking time bomb, and she wanted to stay far away from it so badly.

"There's a ninety per cent chance that it's from Mr. Hopper," Huxton said from aside.

"I know!" Amelia did not want to pick up the call at all.

She looked at Huxton pleadingly. "Why don't you...pick up the call? If it's Patrick, you can just say... I'm having a headache and have gone to sleep."

Huxton pursed his lips into a thin line. According to his knowledge of Mr. Hopper's temper, even if Amelia had fallen asleep in the coffin, he would pry the lid of the coffin open and force her out of it!

At the same time, Dr. Scarlett, who was passing through the living room, glanced at the ringing landline and asked strangely, "Why don't you two answer the phone?"

"Stop it, Dr. Scarlett!" Amelia hurriedly stopped her when Dr. Scarlett stretched out her hand towards the receiver.

But it was too late!

"Hello, Mr. Patrick? You want to talk to Ms. Amelia, right? She's here! Yes, she's right next to me..."

Dr. Scarlett had exposed Amelia in a few words. She looked at the sullen Amelia and informed her, "It's your husband."

Amelia got up and dragged her body over like a walking corpse. She took the receiver and put it to her ear.

As if having a natural tacit understanding, Patrick instantly guessed that the person on the other side of the receiver was Amelia from her breath. He ordered, "Explain!"

"Huh?" Amelia said. "What do you want me to explain?"

Her tone was innocent, so innocent that Patrick almost believed that what he saw on his phone was fake news.

"Yesterday morning at ten past nine, at Northville Airport, at number two waiting hall. You and Milton were very intimate. I don't think I misunderstood, right?" Amelia almost praised him for the details he got.

Wasn't Patrick reading the news too carefully? Even she herself had forgotten exactly what time she had sent off Milton.

"Mrs. Hopper, I need an explanation from you!" Patrick said with his last bit of patience.

Amelia raised her eyebrows and said, "It's just a photo taken by the media."

Patrick picked and focused on the key points, "That is to say, that photo isn't edited?"

Amelia could not care less and said, "My old friend is going abroad for work. Isn't it human nature to hug each other goodbye for a farewell?"

Patrick uttered through gritted teeth, "You've been ignoring what I said, didn't you? I warned you that you'd better be cautious when I'm not home!"

Amelia put the receiver a little farther away from her and comforted him, "Don't get so angry. I haven't cheated on you yet."

Patrick's breathing instantly became rougher. "D*mn it! How dare you!"

Amelia's tone turned cold. "If I'm going to have some affair with him, it would have already happened a long time ago. Do you think I'll wait until now? Well, enjoy your vacation with peace..." At the same time, in Patrick's room...

"Amelia! I dare you to hang up on me! Try me!"

Amelia did not finish the last syllable. She asked impatiently, "Is there anything else?"

Patrick felt a sense of tightness in his chest. "I've been out for so many days, don't you have anything to say to me?"

He seemed to be lashing at her for being cold to him, but it only made Amelia furrow her brows in frustration.

Patrick was so greedy. It was not enough for him to meet with his former lover, he wanted to solicit her concern for him as well. "What do you want me to say?"

Patrick was about to combust from fury. He wanted to use the gossip between her and Milton to force her to say something nice to him, but he did not expect her to be so inconsiderate! Amelia seemed to be reminded of something and said, "I happen to have a question to ask you."

"Ask away!" Patrick answered eagerly.

He thought that Amelia probably wanted to ask him whether he missed her or when he was going home. To those questions, he had to give her an ambiguous answer to tantalize her. But Amelia asked a question that was totally irrelevant to what he thought. "For this landslide incident, did you really just go there because of the

secretary?"

Patrick sulked, "Why are you keep asking me about other people's business? What about me?"

Seeing that he did not answer her question directly, Amelia could not help but feel disappointed. He was taking risks for Sissi's sake, wasn't he?

There was a strong impulse to ask about what was going on with Patrick, but she swallowed back the words from the tip of her tongue.

Huxton was right. She did not have the courage to compete with Sissi. She did not even have the right to do so.

"Patrick, do you remember our promise?"

"Which promise?" He remembered that he had promised Amelia a lot of things, but he did not know which one she was talking about.

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"You said that you would give me an answer after Christmas," Amelia said, her sweet and clear voice full of sorrow. After a brief pause, she asked, "Do you love me? I want to hear your answer right now." Patrick was obviously taken by surprise and had a long pause. At this moment, Amelia's heart stopped beating as well...

Knock, knock, knock...

With a slight shift in her expression, Amelia seemed to have heard a few subtle knocks on Patrick's door.

What he said next proved that she was right. "Someone's knocking on the door, I'll go check it out."

"Okay..." Although she was not pleased with having an uninvited guest interrupting their conversation, Amelia still patiently waited on the other end of the landline.

When the door sounded open, Amelia heard someone calling out a gentle 'Patrick'. The voice was almost inaudible, but it made Amelia tense up in an instant.

Then Patrick responded to her on the phone in a hurry, "I have something to talk about to my secretary. I'll hang up first!"

Amelia sneered coldly and said, "Oh, go ahead."

Beep, beep, beep...

The woman had called him 'Patrick'.

Amelia stared at the receiver that she had been hung up on with no emotion on her face.

She did not know that the secretary was also qualified to call Patrick by his name...