Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 606

At Land of Fragrance.

The secretary turned and took a glance at Patrick who was sitting at the back seat. When she saw that he was frowning as if he was suffering from a nightmare, she called out softly, "Mr. Hopper, you're home..."

After she called Patrick for a few times, he opened his eyes which were full of panic. He did not manage to hide his panic look.

Patrick dreamed that Sissi and him were trapped in the cold and narrow pit again. She held him and asked whether they were going to die. Then she feebly closed her cold her eyes with snowflakes on her eyelashes.

Sissi did not wake up no matter how he called and shook her...

Even though he was awake, he still felt stuffed in his chest. He was determined not to let this kind of incident happened again!

"Mr. Hopper, are you okay?" The secretary asked with concern when she saw Patrick's face was slightly stiff.

He raised his hand and pressed his pulse with his palm. After resting for a while, he said to his secretary with his usual tone, "It's late now, let the driver send you home."

After he finished talking, he opened the door and got out from the car.

"Thank you, Mr. Hopper." The secretary shouted from afar.

The secretary scratched her head. Before she left she was thinking whether she should call Amelia.

Then, she thought Patrick would meet Amelia as soon as he arrived home.

Then, it was unnecessary for her to make a phone call. She should let Amelia have a surprise.

When Patrick stood at the door, he adjusted his facial expression. Then he reached out his hand to press the doorbell.

The door was opened and revealed Huxton's poker face. When Huxton saw it was his master, his face expression changed immediately. "Sir! You're back!" Patrick patted Huxton on the shoulder, then he grinned and said, "Yes, let's talk inside."

"Yes sir." Huxton turned his body sideways to welcome Patrick into the house.

Patrick looked around the house quietly. Then he sat on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief. After that, he glanced at Huxton. "Where is Amelia?" "Tonight, madam has a.."

Huxton would have blurted out the word 'social meeting' at ordinary times. After all, he had always betrayed Amelia and he showed no mercy at all. However, he listened from the bug and it proved that Amelia was working hard for something.

If Huxton told Patrick that Amelia was drinking and playing game with some men, Patrick would be furious.

Huxton thought that madam had been so restless recently. If she still got tortured by Patrick, this tough woman would not be able to hold herself anymore. Patrick noticed his unnatural pause and asked, "You say that Amelia has what tonight?"

"Oh! Madam has to work overtime tonight. She just called and informed me just now." Huxton explains.

"I see." There was no doubt on Patrick's face, as if Huxton was still his most honest servant. "I'm hungry. Let's get dinner ready."

In Maya Hotel.

In the midst of the hubbub, Amelia forced to smile and clinked glasses with Hendrix Lawrence.

Suddenly her right eyelid twitched badly made her losing her composure. She accidentally broke the glass while she used her hand to rub her right eye.

Hendrix who originally had a lecherous smile on his face, saw that his prey suddenly flew out of his mouth. He immediately said with some displeasure, "President Ramsay, don't play with fire if you are afraid to lose. It's not like we have to cooperate with your company."

"Director Lawrence, don't get me wrong!" Amelia explained anxiously, "It's just that my eye suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. I'll be fine after a while."

After that, she rubbed her eyes hard to make sure that her eyelids did not twitch anymore. Then, she dropped her hands.

Amelia looked up and apologized to those men who had lost their interest because of her action. "Excuse me, I would like to go to wash my hands."

"Why do you want to wash your hands?" Hendrix took the opportunity to grab Amelia's hand that she used to rub her eyelids. He played with her hand gently and almost put it to his lips. "Your hand is white, tender and not dirty at all. Don't you guys think so?"

The others, some were staring at Amelia's chest and some were staring at her legs. Then they drunkardly said. "Yes, it's beautiful!"

Amelia could no longer hold her smile. She looked at Jonathan but she found out that he was drunk and had fallen on the table.

Amelia felt helpless when she saw this. These people were too smart. They did not forget to take turns to get Jonathan drunk while they played drinking game with her. Now she could not ask for help. However, no matter how perverted these people were, they knew that she was Patrick's wife. She still could tolerate with drinking, playing drinking game, they ogling her body, and holding her little hands. They had been testing her out. They tried to see how much she could endure. She also had been retreating and hoped that they could stop at a certain point!

"Director Lawrence, I just rubbed my eyes with my hand. There were bacteria on it. Just let me wash my hands first."

"You don't have to do that. All the people here have used their hands to grab shrimp and crabs. Just need to wipe your hand with the sterilized towel."

After a pause, Hendrix said to the waiter in the suite, "Go and get a sterilized towel."

Amelia frowned slightly. Obviously, these people were afraid that she would run away.

A moment later, the waiter handed the towel to Hendrix.

Hendrix took over the towel and began to wipe Amelia's fingertips one by one.

Amelia frowned and fought back the impulse to pull her hand back. "Director Lawrence, there's no need to... I'll do it myself."

Hendrix managed to avoid Amelia's hand when she wanted to grab the towel. He continued his action while gossiping with the other men present, "President Ramsay, I heard that you are married." "Yes." Wasn't this a fact that was known by everyone?

Hendrix was surprised when he looked closely at Amelia's beautiful hand that without any accessories on it, and he asked "Why don't you wear your wedding ring? You'll easily make people misunderstand that you are not married."

"The wedding ring is too precious. I've been carrying it with me all the time."

"Oh? Where is it?" Hendrix let go of Amelia's hand on time when he asked about it.

Amelia finally felt her hand was at ease. She was suddenly relaxed for a second, "On my chest."

As soon as she gave the answer, she suddenly had a bad feeling.

The next second, someone made a fuss and asked to take out the ring from her collar. Amelia was embarrassed, "Directors, it's getting late. Why don't we call it a day?"

Jonathan was drunk. She was lucky that she did not get poured lots of beer by them. But if she still did not leave, she would probably be in trouble soon.

Hendrix who was the leader glanced at his watch. Then he shook his head, "Why do you want to leave so early? I think it's time for us to get high at another club instead."

Amelia was in silence.

When Hendrix noticed that Amelia had the intention to retreat, he said with a forced smile, "President Ramsay, we need to have a good time, then only we would be happy enough to give you the project. Do you think it's reasonable?"

A drop of cold sweat dripped from the corner of Amelia's forehead. She glanced at Jonathan and said, "But Uncle Tucker, he..."

"Don't worry Mr. Tucker. We will call a cab to send him back to the hotel to rest." Hendrix talked nicely so that she could not have any other excuses.