Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 817

The men in black shook their heads one after another. If Mr. Hopper knew that they were going to touch his wife's clothes, there would be a punishment far worse than death awaited them.

Amelia bit her lower lips and said, "This doesn't work and that doesn't work either. Patrick is not here. Can't you just make an exception?"

The man in black said, "Madam, sir has been at home all the time."

Amelia scoffed. "Don't you lie to me, okay?"

The scene where Patrick left her to chase after Sissi the previous night had been deep-rooted in her mind!

She did not believe that Patrick would not have taken advantage of such a chance to have fun.

Just as the man in black was about to open his mouth to prove his master's innocence, a cold, displeased voice came from behind them. "What's all the noise about this early in the morning?"

It was Patrick!

Amelia stared at Patrick who was walking towards her. He was bluntly looking back at her and teased, "Thought you were a woman of integrity? It's been

only one night and you can no longer stand it?"

The man in black next to him did not dare to tell the truth. His face that was full of vicissitudes and dejection looked much more like he was the one who could not stand it anymore. Amelia, on the other hand, had a rosy complexion.

Amelia glanced at the hostile Patrick and was about to speak when he snorted. "If you can't stand it and want to come back, just say it. What's with the hesitation."

Amelia raised her eyebrows, wondering which part of her gave Patrick such an illusion.

She pursed her lips and said, "I came back to pack my luggage."

Patrick's eyes turned cold. It seemed that he was mistaken. This woman was determined to go against him!

If that was the case, she could not blame him for being heartless. "Beg me then. Otherwise, I won't let you take anything away from Land of Fragrance."

Amelia could not hide her anger and said, "I bought those clothes and jewelry myself. You don't have the right to keep them, do you?"

Patrick remained unmoved. "They're now in Land of Fragrance. Of course, they're mine." "Are you a robber?" Amelia blurted out.

"You still don't know who I am ?" Patrick crossed his arms over his chest, as if he approved of the title she had just given him.

Amelia gritted her teeth and asked, "Shouldn't you at least return my bank book? Your name, Patrick, isn't on it!"

At this moment, Patrick's eyes were sharp and threatening. "Why? Get your bank book back so that you could feed Huxton?"

Amelia's beautiful eyes sparkled with anger. "Don't look down on anyone! Apart from being your butler, there are many other jobs that Huxton can do. Don't think that he can't live without you!"

Patrick sneered and said, "Since you're so confident in him, why do you insist on letting him come back to Land of Fragrance? He can always find other jobs."

Amelia clenched her fists and said, "Don't you understand? Being your butler is the only job that can make Huxton happy!"

Patrick shot her a jealous glance. "You're wrong, aren't you? He's your butler now."

Amelia was stunned for a moment, then she nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take him as my butler. You let him come back, and I'll pay for his salary in the future!"

Patrick's face darkened and he approached Amelia in a few steps. He raised his hand and saw her face turn away subconsciously. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

When their eyes met, he asked in a cold voice, "Didn't you just say that you're not supporting him?"

There was a hint of annoyance on her face. Amelia scolded, "You're sick!"

Patrick thought to himself, "Am I not? Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to ruthlessly drive away my loyal subordinate just because of you!" Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Looking down at the woman who would drive him crazy sooner or later, Patrick grabbed her delicate wrist and glared at her, "Come with me!"

Noticing that Patrick seemed to want to drag her into the Land of Fragrance, Amelia asked warily, "What are you doing?"

Patrick dragged her inside and said without looking back, "Don't you want to get your luggage back? I'll help you then!"

The negative vibes from him made Amelia felt dangerous. She then shouted, "Ah no! I don't feel like wanting it anymore!"

Patrick turned around and said sullenly, "Amelia, this is not a place where you can come and leave whenever you want!"

Was she seriously thinking about leaving after ruining his good mood in the early morning? He had to make her pay for it.

Seeing the murderous aura around his body, Amelia did not want to go in. Being with this wolf in the same room, it was not hard to imagine what she would end up with.

She suddenly thought of something and said, "Patrick, perhaps I should remind you that you are breaking the rules If you insist on dragging me in now, I'll take it as a 'yes' that Huxton can come back and continue to be a butler!"

Patrick stopped dead in his tracks. Indeed, he had said that unless Amelia personally dismissed Huxton, she would not be allowed to step in the Land of Fragrance in the future.

Was he going to break his own rules now?

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and smirked. Then he said to Amelia, "Thank you for reminding me. I shouldn't have let you 'step in'. Instead, I should..."

He paused. Suddenly, he bent his knees and directly picked her up from the ground.

Looking at the adorable eyes of Amelia, Patrick said, "Now, I'll carry you in my arms. As long as your feet don't touch the ground, it's not considered 'step in' anyway. Then there will be no violation."

As soon as his voice fell, he walked straight into the house.

The men in black stared at one another.

One of them grabbed his ear and said, "Did you just hear the wolf's howl?"

The other man rubbed his eyes. "Really? I saw the fox's tail wagging behind sir's back with malicious intent..."

Another man said, "Hey, let's bet on how long it will take for madam to get out of the house."

"Good idea!" The four men immediately gathered together!

Meanwhile, Patrick, who was holding the dazed Amelia, passed by the living room. Hethen sat down on the spacious sofa with her in his arms.

She sat on his lap. He placed one hand around her waist and put the other on her back to make her feel more comfortable.

For an instant, the atmosphere surrounding the two became incredibly intimate.

Provided that Patrick's cold eyes and Amelia's quick, shallow breath were gone...

She tried hard to break away from his grip on her waist using her two delicate hands. Hethen held her even tighter.

Amelia looked at him uncomfortably. "What do you mean by holding me like this?"

They were in a state of against each other!