Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 72

Amelia came to the table with a glass of water and drank it off. She deliberately did not answer him to piss him off.

Seeing that she did not deny, he said coldly, "Am I right?"

Putting down the glass, Amelia smiled with tenderness and charm, and said, "Mr. Hopper, remember what you said to me before we got married? We don't interfere with each other. Since you have gone too far, why can't I go further?"

After saying that, regardless of how angry he was, she yawned and said, "It's late. Good night. By the way, I'll sleep in the secondary bedroom from now on."

Staring Amelia leaving, Patrick knew that she was obviously deliberately making him angry, but why would he fall into her trap? Damn it!

The next morning.

In a daze, Amelia felt that her body was particularly heavy. She struggled to open her eyes and found her chest and legs were entangled by Patrick with his long arms and long legs. His breathing was so close, and his "little brother" was pressing against her back hip through her silky pajamas.

She was so shocked that almost woke up. She glanced at his face, only to find that Patrick was sleeping soundly. She had no idea what he was dreaming of and his "little brother" could even stand up. How shameless! Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Amelia wanted to push him away to brush her teeth and wash her face, but on second thought, an idea stroke her.

She raised her hand and pinched his handsome face hard. When he was about to wake up, she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

When Patrick opened his eyes, only to find that the sexy woman in his arms was fluttering her eyelashes, as if she wanted him to know that she played a trick on him.

He laughed in a low voice and blew on her sensitive earlobe. She burst into laughter.

Staring at her smiling face, Patrick felt that his throat was dry and wanted to find something to quench his thirst.

Amelia stopped laughing as she felt the erected "little brother" might trap her. Then she spoke, "You have your own bedroom, but why did you come to mine?"

"Yours?" Patrick said in a hoarse voice, "The whole house is under my name. Is there anywhere within that I don't have access to?"

Amelia was speechless. After a while, she squeezed out a sentence, "We just had a fight last night..."

Patrick smile as if laughing at her childishness. He said, "The fight between couples is usually mended soon? Last night, I was too much worried about your safety, so I said something hurtful."

She was stunned, thinking if he was apologizing.

Seeing her distracted, Patrick kissed her forehead and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Amelia was even more surprised by he acting as a gentleman as his "little brother" was so hungry, but he...

"Why are you staring at me like this? You want me to feed you?" Patrick spoke in a low- pitched voice, which was so sexy.

Amelia's face turned blushing. She lifted the quilt and sat up, but in the next second, she screamed, "Ah! Why don't you put on your underpants?"

No wonder she could feel his "little brother" so accurately.

Innocently glancing at the energetic "little Patrick", Patrick said, "Mrs. Hopper, I've always had a habit of sleeping naked before I got married."

Amelia widened her beautiful eyes and said, "Don't do that anymore! It's so unapproachable. Keep it yourself!"

Patrick didn't take it seriously and said, "It has to work with your 'little sister'. I stay naked, which saves time."

Amelia said with shame and anger, "If you want to save time, why don't you stay naked in front of your colleagues?"

Patrick said seriously, "My body is for Mrs. Hopper, only."

Amelia's heart beat faster and she secretly cursed herself for being "unconfident". This was just Patrick's sugar-coated cannonball and she wouldn't take it seriously.

Downstairs.

Several ties were hung on Patrick's strong arm and he walked to Amelia, who was warming up the soybean milk, asking "Mrs. Hopper, which one do you like?"

Amelia quickly glanced and continued with the soybean milk, "The black one."

Patrick said, "There are three in black."

Amelia replied without looking back, "Oh, the longer one."

Patrick added, "There are two of them with the same length."

Amelia poured the warm soybean milk into the cup and said casually, "Either one you like."

Patrick's darkened as he wasn't happy that she answered his questions with indifference. Then he drank the soybean milk off immediately and asked, "Now you can tell me?"

Amelia was so angry that she picked up a black one without edge, stand on her tiptoes and circled it around Patrick's neck, saying, "If you grab my food anymore, I'll strangle you to death!"

Patrick explained innocently, "I'll be interviewed in the office today, so I asked for your opinion."

Only then did Amelia let him go. Seeing him tying the tie and bending his chin to his neck into a perfect curve, she couldn't help praising him, "Actually you don't have to ask me, because you look good whichever you wear!"

Once she finished her praise, she regretted. Patrick agreed, "Yep, I think so."

Amelia couldn't stop laughing and said, "It's a virtue

to be modest, Mr. Hopper!"

Patrick smiled and said, "It's hypocritical to be too modest. What I believe is truth."

In the CEO's office of Roxxon.

Ryan, who came all the way to make up for Patrick, put down the liquid foundation and said, "Patrick, I don't have to come at all. Your skin is so smooth."

Patrick said, "Thank you for your hard work."

The reason why he hired Ryan to make up for him was that Amelia was worried that he would ruin Roxxon's image due to his not so decent appearance.

The secretary reported, "Mr. Hopper, the reporter is waiting for you with cameramen at the door. Shall I let them in?"

After Ryan packed up his tools and left, Patrick said, "Yes, please."

The secretary nodded, "Yes, sir."

Soon, the journalist and several cameramen stepped into the office. After greetings, the interview began.

Patrick sat on the executive chair with the laptop connected to the projector, introducing Roxxon with slides.

The reporter expressed that the data was the directest and clearest way.

Patrick knew what she meant - what she wanted to see was the statistics report of the sales.

A few seconds later, Amelia's voice came, "Mr. Hopper, how can I help you?"

Patrick requested, "Send me the sales report of this quarter."