Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 622

Seeing that Patrick was lost in thought, Huxton spoke in a softer tone and asked, "Sir, is there something bothering you?"

Patrick glanced at him and answered bluntly, "I don't like it when she shows herself in public."

Huxton frowned as his mind churned and blurted out all of a sudden, "Since you are worried about madam going out to social meetings alone, why don't you accompany her?" Patrick raised his eyebrow. "Accompany her?"

Huxton nodded. "Yes, you can go with madam whenever you're free. She's not as skilled as you are in business, so, with you around, I believe every transaction will be a piece of cake. There are also a couple of advantages in doing so. One is that no one will dare to take advantage of her, and you also won't have to worry about her safety."

Huxton's suggestion completely hit home for Patrick. However, he was not sure if Amelia was willing to accept such a proposal.

Patrick's deep voice reverberated, "We're in the middle of a conflict now, it won't work." "How can you know it's useless before giving it a try?" "She mentioned that even if Apex Construction Corporation closes down, she won't ask me for help."

"It was just her emotion speaking. Sir, you really don't have to take it too seriously." After a pause, Huxton continued, "Madam has always needed you, it's just that when she needed you most, you happened to be away from Northville. She took on a lot by herself in times of desperation. Maybe it's also because of this that made her believe that she can do everything on her own."

Patrick panicked at the sound of this. He hated that Apex Construction Corporation had an accident during this period of time. If it had happened earlier or later, he and Amelia would have probably cooperated instead of going against each other.

However, Patrick could not wrap his head around the reason why Amelia was acting especially irrationally this time. No matter how independent Amelia was, she should not refuse Roxxon Corporation's investment at such a critical moment.

Watching Patrick as his mind wandered away, Huxton asked in confusion, "Sir, what are you thinking about?"

"I've always felt that... she has changed," muttered Patrick, the last three words almost inaudible.

Huxton sighed in his heart. "You're the one who's changed, sir..."

The next day, early morning.

Amelia was stirred awake by the sound of an unfamiliar alarm. Her phone was shattered by Patrick, so she had borrowed a phone from Huxton for the time being and inserted her old SIM card. Tracing over the new phone with her finger, a deep sense of despair and pity flashed across her eyes. How great would it be if Pinky was still here.

Amelia comforted herself with a bitter smile. "Let's make do with this for now. I finally can get a new phone now, since the old one is gone. I'll go get it when I have time," thought Amelia.

Amelia adjusted her mood and got up from the bed. After walking around for a while, she noticed that the pain between her legs had subsided.

She knew that it was the result of the medicine Dr. Scarlett specially bought for her.

After taking a set of a women's suit from the cabinet, Amelia walked into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, washed up, and changed out of her pyjamas. She emerged from the bathroom in neat clothes and turned the door handle.

Standing outside the door was Patrick. When he saw her opening the door, he slowly lowered his

hand that was about to knock on the door.

The moment when she saw Patrick, all colour on Amelia's face faded instantly.

Looking behind Patrick, Amelia found that Huxton was not with him, neither was Dr. Scarlett. The sense of fear buried deep down in her heart rose to her throat at the notice of their absence. Understanding the cause of the panic and resistance in her eyes, Patrick suddenly lost confidence in what he was about to say.

They looked at each other, at a loss of what to say. In the end, it was Amelia who broke the silence.

"What... what's the matter?"

She stuttered out of nerves.

Patrick had a rather serious matter on his mind, but what he managed to say was, "Your outfit today... is decent."

The corners of Amelia's lips twitched. Was she supposed to thank him?

Huxton, who was in the living room, heard what his master said through the listening bug on Amelia and his usually composed appearance cracked.

At the second floor.

Under Amelia's strange look, Patrick cleared his throat again and said, feeling out of place, "I wish to discuss something with you."

Amelia's mind blanked out.

Words such as 'I wish' and 'discuss' rarely appeared in Patrick's daily vocabulary as he used more commanding terms like 'I want' and 'must'. Amelia was not sure if he was enlightened to his senses by her throwing the wine at him or by her slap for him to use such polite words. Unfortunately, it was too late.

The fragments of her shattered and unrepairable phone were all thrown into the trash bin. The pieces of the shredded documents that she failed to piece back together were also gathered into the garbage bag waiting for her to dispose of them when she leaves.

At the reminder of his cruel behavior that happened just previous night, no matter how easy-going he was presenting himself at this moment, Amelia only felt that he was harboring ill intentions.

If Patrick could hear what Amelia was thinking, he would probably burst into a rage. He had come to her with well-meaning purposes, so, if he found out that she was regarding him as being cunning, he would have felt worse than how he felt from that slap the previous night!

Sensing his uncertain mood, Amelia uttered cautiously, "If it's not something important, then let's talk about it after I get off work."

Patrick snapped back to reality, looked at her, and said, "It's something very important."

Amelia had no other choice. "Alright then, let's go downstairs."

There were more people downstairs, so she was safer there.

Patrick nodded and turned towards the stairs.

Huxton, in the living room, saw the couple descending the stairs one after another and quickly restrained himself from asking more questions. He greeted calmly, "Sir, madam, there's breakfast on the table." At the sound of that, Amelia turned to say to Patrick, "That's great. We can eat while we talk."

Patrick's face turned frigid. He said with some hint of annoyance, "You for sure know how to save time."

The feeling that Amelia gave him was that he was only worth the same time as the time she spent eating breakfast.

This thought depressed him so much.

Hearing the ridicule in his words, Amelia replied calmly, "Time is money."

Patrick bickered unhappily, "It's hard for others to even find a chance to talk to me."

Amelia was not in the mood to quibble with him. "Is this the serious business that you want to discuss with me?"

Her words reminded him of the reason he was looking for her. The two of them sat at the respective ends of the dining table, and Patrick announced in an overbearing manner, "From now on, I will join all of your social meetings."

The way Patrick conveyed his message gave Huxton a headache. "Haven't I already warned you to not be so arrogant, sir? This will only provoke madam rebellious nature!" cried out Huxton deep down.

Amelia's hand that was holding the fork froze in midair. Amelia was not only disgusted by his arrogance but was even warier about his participation. She asked, "Since when did you have an interest in real estate?"