Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 849

Seeing that the person who grabbed her wrist was Patrick, Amelia became angry.

No wonder she could only saw the nurse just now. It turned out that Patrick disguised himself as a chameleon, no one would notice him if they did not pay attention.

At first, she was happy because of his sudden appearance, but later, she was not that hyped because of what he did. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Amelia could not help but address him as a 'b*stard' and said. "Why are you hiding behind the door when you are dressed in black? Are you trying to be Batman!"

"Shh." Patrick lifted his finger and placed it on his lips. His eyes looked like if he was trying to placate a little br*t who was throwing a tantrum.

The nurse blushed as she was standing aside.

Amelia's face was still pale as she was scared by Patrick but in consideration of the rules that they should not be too loud at the hospital, she had to suppress her anger and said, "I'll get back to you later! Come in!"

As her voice fell, she turned around and wanted to get rid of his hand but he grabbed her even more firmly. It was as if he would not leave her no matter what.

Since she could not shake him off, she would just let him do what he wanted.

Amelia took the lead as Patrick followed behind her and between them was his hand tightly holding her arm.

As for the nurse who came for room inspection, she was ignored by both of the lovers and left on her own.

"Aunt Alice, I'm back."

Amelia's voice attracted Alice's attention and she switched her attention from George to Amelia.

When Alice raised her head and saw that Patrick was following behind Amelia, she was so shocked that she straightened up from the chair and looked at him. "Patrick?"

"Aunt Alice." Patrick called her casually.

After coming to her senses, Alice asked, "You're here to take Amelia home, aren't you?"

Patrick sweated a little. "No, I'm not. I'm here to visit dad."

The smile on Alice's face softened. "Then don't just

stand there. Come over and take a seat."

Half an hour later...

Under Alice's gentle gaze, Patrick and Amelia walked out of the ward.

When Amelia turned back, she heard Alice reminding them. "Drive safe."

"We will," Amelia said with a smile.

When they were taking the elevator downstairs, there was no one else next to them. Patrick, who was standing next to Amelia, heard her saying "Thank you." softly.

He looked at Amelia and noticed that she was only up to his shoulder. From his angle, Amelia portrays a feeling of being soft and weak.

Patrick's heart softened and

he asked unconsciously in a soft tone, "What are you thanking me for?"

Amelia looked up at him and there was an undisguised smile on her face. "For tonight, you make my dad happy."

Patrick raised his eyebrows and asked, "How did you know he was happy?"

He remembered that George could not speak at all.

Amelia said firmly, "Because I can feel it."

Patrick then asked curiously, "Are you relying on telepathy?"

"No." Amelia corrected him. "I can see it from his eyes and corners of his mouth. Whenever he is happy, his eyes will move and he will raise the muscles on the corners of his mouth."

Patrick thought about it for a while. To be honest, he did not think George's expression was as vivid as what Amelia had expressed.

But he did not want to ruin her mood, so he said, "After hearing what you said, I think I've sensed it too."

"Really? You do think so too?" Amelia was so happy that she could not help grabbing his hand.

Patrick paused for a moment, hethen held her hand tightly in his palm.

His palm was so big that it did not take him much effort to wrap her hand and it seemed that there were some extra spaces.

Compared to her delicateness, he was much stronger in every aspect.

Both his height and strength were better than hers. Sometimes he did not mean to do anything to her but the natural advantage of men had caused him to accidentally hurt her...

Like the incident at home back then, he did not

mean to push her onto the ground.

Amelia who was excitingly talking about the changes in George's expression raised her head and saw that Patrick was drifting away in his own thoughts.

This made Amelia somewhat dissatisfied. She was standing right in front of him. No matter how uninterested he was in her topic, he should not show that he was uninterested, right?

It would hurt her self-esteem.

Since he was not interested in her topic, Amelia chose to shut her mouth and waited quietly for the elevator to land.

The moment her voice stopped, Patrick responded immediately, "Why aren't you continuing?"

Amelia felt wronged and pouted her lips. She thought that since Patrick was not listening, what else should she say.

But in order to make it seem that she was not so calculative, she found a relatively good reason to answer him. "I'm thirsty."

And Patrick believed that she was thirsty.

Not only did he believe it but when the elevator door opened, he took her to a vending machine. After that, he looked helplessly at her and said. "I don't have any change, do you have any?"

Amelia's gaze fell on their interlocked hands and said "I do have some changes but you would have to let go of me first."

Patrick could not help but laugh in his heart. After grabbing her hand for a prolonged time, he felt as if they were part of his body and he was reluctant to let go.

Yet, he slowly let go of her hand so that she could take the change out of her wallet.

Amelia did not forget that there was still a living person around her. When she lowered her head to take the changes, she asked, "What do you want to drink? Oh, by the way, you're still sick. Would a bottle of mineral water be fine?"

"I don't need anything," Patrick said.

Amelia did not force him. After all, it was likely that Patrick was thinking that the food in the hospital was not hygienic enough.

Amelia reached out and stuffed the change she had taken out into the vending machine. After a while, Amelia bought a can of cola.

"I'm done. Let's go." She stood up and notified Patrick.

Patrick shot a disdainful glance at the Cola in her hand and extended his hand towards her.

Seeing this, she handed the drinks to him. "Do you

want it? Take it then."

After Patrick took the can, he buckled the ring with his index finger. After a loud pop, the ring was held in his hand.

After that, Patrick handed back the can as if nothing had happened and said, "You can drink it now."

The moment the can touched the back of her hand, Amelia felt warm in her heart.

She held the can in her hands as she lowered her glances and said to Patrick, "Thank you, but I can do it myself."

Patrick lowered his head and pulled out the ring from his index finger and threw it into a box nearby. He then said meaningfully, "If women can do anything, then what's the point of the creation of men?"