Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 32

Amelia, who had fallen to the ground, looked at the broken inkstone and quivered her lips without saying anything else. He picked up the vacuum cleaner and left.

Staring coldly at her leaving, Patrick strode forward and slammed the door.

Amelia just walked out the door and was shocked. As Lucy said, he was far from accepting her.

In the study.

Looking at the slightly distorted envelope in his hand, Patrick seemed slightly lost in thought as this was not a love letter at all, but a Dear John written by Sissi..."

"Tap-tap."

He wasn't aware how long it had been and a tap on the door was heard. Amelia returned and asked outside the door, "Have you had dinner before coming back? Two dishes are ready. If you're hungry, come out and we have dinner together."

Knowing that he was angry, she asked in a low voice.

Patrick sneered and said, "I'm not hungry!"

There was no sound outside.

Patrick's got curious and thought Amelia was senseless - She hadn't seen her husband for so long and messed up his study upon meeting. Now she heard that he wasn't hungry and left immediately, why didn't she ingratiate him at all? Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Rubbing his stomach and gritted his teeth to resist, this stubborn man refused to go out, which might make Amelia laugh at him.

It was late at night and everything was quiet. A shadow quickly flashed to the kitchen and opened the fridge doors.

Except for a row of mineral water, there was nothing left but the fresh food to be cooked, not even a single bit of cooked food.

Patrick's face turned long and assumed Amelia treating him unfairly. Suddenly he turned his sharp eyes to the kitchen table and was stunned when he saw stir-fried beans with pork slices and stewed potatoes with duck meat.

The food was protected by a plastic basket and there was a note on it, so Patrick took it off and read it.

"If the food was cold, warm them up with the microwave. Also, there was cooked rice in the rice cooker."

Patrick was thinking, "Does the clumsy woman predict accurately that he can't bear his hunger and go downstairs looking for food midnight?

Do you really think you can read my mind?"

Patrick reached out and poured out all the food. He thought, "Humph, you think you're really sensible?"

Patrick called and asked Charles Sullivan and William Rhodes out. Three handsome men sitting in the dining room of a high- end hotel, looking luxurious.

Patrick was starving and concentrated on eating, while the other two were drinking and talking about business.

Seeing Patrick gobbling quietly, the other two guys laughed at him as a reincarnated ghost who was starved to death.

Having dined and wined to satiety, Charles suggested, "Drag racing?"

William shook his head like a rattle drum, "No, that's too dangerous."

"Tut-tut, you seem to be hen-pecked after getting married and you wanna take very care of your wife even the second upon she breathing the last, right?" Charles laughed at William and turned to Patrick and asked if he wanted to go for drag racing.

Patrick agreed without hesitation as all his angers need venting.

So, despite of William's resistance, the three men arrived at International Sports Center, where there was a legal racing track.

Since William did not want to join them, Patrick and Charles asked him to sit in the spectator area and walked to the locker room to change into their equipment.

There were four entrances to the track. With the judge's gunshots, Patrick stepped hard on the accelerator pedal and rushed out like an arrow out of the bowstring.

Charles was left behind and got stunned - He was risking his life? He was driving so fast!

Hearing the sound of the whistling wind, Patrick felt much more relieved, as if all the knot in his mind had been undone.

However, he was still frowning because he could not forget how Amelia was roared at innocently by him.