Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 832

Patrick had taken suffering from another woman and was coming to her to solve his problem! Amelia was not some gracious merciful goddess!

However, Patrick fainting at the gate of the garden seemed to have something to do with her. If she had walk a little slower then, would she have been able to help him?

"Patrick, it's me."

The second she spoke, Amelia could clearly feel Patrick's breath hitched. Worried that he could not hear her clearly because of his fever, she said again, "It's me, Amelia."

Very well, the angry roars, yelling for someone to get out, stopped from the opposite side of the phone.

Amelia knew he heard her, so she continued, "Listen to Paisley, get the injection and take the medicine. If you can't do it, then go to the hospital. Don't cause trouble for others."

A long pause later.

"When... are you coming home?" Patrick asked, his voice low and hoarse.

Home? Was that still considered a home to her?

Amelia held back her rebuke and said instead, "When your fever stops, then I'll go back and have a look."

Patrick let out a cough and replied, "My fever will only get better when you come home..."

Amelia frowned. If Paisley had not told her, she would have started to suspect Patrick was pretending to be sick to play dumb with her.

Hearing no reply from Amelia, Patrick's mood began to destabilise again. "Don't think that just because I have a fever... I can't do anything to you. If you don't come back... I'll... I'll send someone to catch you!"

A cold smile appeared on Amelia's lips. "Catch me?"

Patrick then uttered intermittently, "Yes! I'll catch you back... And warm the bed for me!"

Right after that, there was another deafening boom of him screaming 'get out!', followed by the sound of wailing and pleads for mercy.

It was easy to assume that the men in black had wanted to restrain Patrick when he was distracted by Amelia but was caught redhanded by Patrick!

Taking in the gasps and pantings from the other side of the phone, Amelia could not help but get riled up. "Patrick, can you stop beating people up? Do you think that you're the most powerful and no one can be your opponent? Everyone is just going easy on you because you're sick. If the men in black get serious about it, they can crush you within minutes! You'd better save your energy and focus on getting better! Or you'll be not far from death!"

After a moment of silence, the repetition of persuasion of 'sir, calm down...calm down...' sounded through the phone. After that, Patrick thundered, "Amelia Ramsay! Are you asking for death? I think you are!"

Amelia then cackled up, so loud that Patrick could hear her clear as day. "I'm not sure if I'm asking for death, but I'm sure that if you continue to shout like this, you'll drop dead soon."

Silence ensued for a moment. Who would curse their husband like this?

And because Paisley had turned the call on speaker mode, every word from Amelia fell into the ears of everybody at Land of Fragrance.

The four men-in-black were all beaten black and blue by Patrick indiscriminately and were huddling in the corner. Although their sir was hard-hearted and ruthless, they wholeheartedly disagreed with Amelia after hearing her.

"Why won't madam act like any regular woman? Why can't she coo sir and make sir happy?" The thought ran through their mind.

They could feel that after Patrick heard Amelia, the murderous aura on him dissipated significantly, and even the way he glared at them softened and turned kinder. They were even more shocked at the stuff that came out of Patrick's mouth when he was speaking to Amelia.

The way Patrick asked his wife to come home sounded like he was acting cute to her.

If she was any other woman, she would have been convinced and hurried back to be by Patrick's side no matter what.

However, Patrick was met with Amelia's stone-cold treatment. How unfortunate! Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Just when the men in black clustered together and sympathized with Patrick, Paisley got up at the head of the bed with her hands on her hips and said in agreement, "Amelia's right. It hurts your liver when you get angry. What's more, you've been discontented about so many things recently. So, your liver must have accumulated a lot of aggravation at this point. If you keep on being in a rage like this, one day, you'll actually throw up blood and die!"

Another one was cursing Patrick with a premature death!

Just as the men in black considered about secretly manhandling Paisley, they caught Patrick blushing out of the corner of their eyes!

It seemed that the flush in his face was not because of the fever. It was because...he was shy!

In front of his subordinates, Patrick was unwilling to expose the fact that Amelia had ignored him. So he yelled, "Paisley Bledel, what nonsense are you on about? You have no idea how happy I am!"

Paisley then replied with a smile, "Haha... That's enough. You can lie to others, but you can't fool me. With the recent hot weather and long nights, you must have been getting frequent nosebleeds, right? And look at your furious temper at this very second... Tell me the truth, how long has your wife been making you hold it in?"

"Paisley! Bledel!" Patrick glared at her with blood-red eyes.

"What?" Paisley replied fearlessly.

"Paisley..." Amelia's somewhat indiscernible voice suddenly chimed in amongst the tense atmosphere between Patrick and Paisley, attracting everyone's attention.

Under Patrick's envious and resentful gaze, Paisley lowered her tone and called out softly to Amelia, "I'm here."

"Was what you said...true?"

"What did I say?"

Amelia stopped speaking.

Paisley stared at her phone in bewilderment. She had said so many things a moment ago, so she wondered which sentence did Amelia want her to verify.

Patrick was unwilling to let Paisley steal his wife's attention from him, and so he harrumphed, indicating that he needed attention!

And in the next second, Amelia did give him some attention, and her attitude was no longer as stern as previously. "Be obedient and cooperate with Paisley's diagnosis. Maybe I'll see you after work."

Patrick edged for more, "Why don't you come and see me now?"

Amelia replied stoically once again, "I'm at work!"

To which Patrick returned, "But it's lunch break."

Amelia then cried out Paisley's name and said, "Paisley, I don't want to talk to him anymore. Take the phone away from him. I want to say a few words to you in private."

Paisley, of course, agreed right away. In the process, she glanced at Patrick with a pitying look, enraging Patrick so much that he wanted to hog on the phone and not let go.

However, Paisley saw through him. She grabbed the phone from him in a flash and smiled proudly at him before walking away from him.

Patrick's eyes stayed fixated on the phone in Paisley's hand as if it was his precious treasure.

Taking in his demeanour, the men in black all covered their eyes, trying to persuade themself that the man before them could not be Patrick...

On the other side, Paisley closed the door to prevent Patrick from ambushing her. Then, she stood next to the corridor and rubbed her shoulders as she asked, "I'm out. What do you want to say to me?"

From the other side of the line, Amelia asked, sounding slightly nervous and urgent, "You just said that Patrick had accumulated a lot of aggravation in his liver because it's been a long time since..."