Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1101

"If she's such a perfect candidate for you, why don't you take her as your secretary? I'm more than willing to take yours in return!"

Patrick was amused by her words, "There's no need."

"Humph." Amelia snorted, "You have not realize that you're lucky enough to have such a capable secretary. It's her loss to have you as her boss!"

"Oh no, you get the whole concept wrong. Don't you know that it's the boss who shapes the quality of his employees? Hence, only a capable boss can train his employees to be equipped with topnotch quality..."

"What do you mean?" Amelia slammed the mouse pad in a furry.

She was aware that the mouse pad was soft in nature after all. Hence, through slamming on it, not only that she would not feel pain at all, she was able to vent her anger.

Staring at her hand, Patrick squinted, "If you wish to frighten me, it'd be more effective if you slam your desk."

His words seemed to have caught Amelia off guard.

"Let me show you. Like this way." With that said,

Patrick gave a forceful punch on her electronic notepad.

In an instant, the screen of her electronic notepad went into a blackout.

"Or like this." Followingly, Patrick smashed her table lamp.

The sound of glass shattering.

Followed by Patrick's strength inflicted onto the lamp, the lamp hit right onto the window and fell outside of the balcony as soon as the glass of the window was shattered.

Amelia could feel her heart sinking at the sight of the destruction caused by Patrick.

Before she had a total breakdown, she shouted at Patrick with her expression stern, "Kick this if you want."

Patrick shot a glance at her before he said, "What is that?"

Amelia pointed at the thing right next to her feet as she replied, "My safe."

It was needless to describe the material used to make up a safe. It was known to be impenetrable to bullets, let alone a kick regardless of how forceful it was.

Patrick went into silence upon staring at the safe.

Amelia was overjoyed for sending him into a dilemma. She gloated, "I dare you to kick it!"

"You honestly think that I dare not to?"

"Kick it if you dare!"

His words were followed by a noise of metal clattering.

To her surprise, Patrick had indeed kicked on the safe!

However, instead of kicking on the wall of the safe, his foot landed on the padlock of the safe.

At the sight of the padlock being struck, Amelia could feel an inner voice of her screaming at the top of her lungs from inside.

As soon as when she came back to her senses, she immediately knelt down in front of the safe. Having in mind that it was possible for Patrick to peek at her passcode, she covered it with one hand before she entered the correct passcode to the padlock. In the next second, she was notified by the padlock itself that she had entered the correct passcode. In order to open the safe, all she needed was a key to the safe after unlocking the padlock.

Thank goodness the padlock is not damaged!

Amelia could not help but heave a sigh of relief.

Subsequently, she looked up at Patrick with anger burning in her eyes as she growled, "Are you out of

your mind?!"

"You're the one who dared me into kicking it."

"Since when you would listen and do according to what I say?"

"Isn't obeying to my own wife the first criteria to be called a good man?"

Amelia could feel her chest exploding with anger at his indifferent tone.

Lowering his gaze at her, he asked with his eyes narrowed, "When will you stop kneeling?"

Amelia thought of firing back at him and warned him not to infringe her autonomy to do anything as she wished.

However, at the next thought, she soon realized that she was not pleased at the idea of kneeling in front of the man whom she despised of.

With the help of one hand on the edge of her desk, she managed to get up and pat off the dust on her knees. She then laid down expressionlessly, "You snapped my phone cable, caused a blackout on the screen of my notepad and smashed my desk lamp. You have two options left now. It's either you get out or compensate for my loss!"

"I'll opt for the second one." Patrick was willing to do anything but leave.

"You want to compensate for my loss right? Fine, give me back my phone."

"What do you plan to do after I return to you your phone?"

Meanwhile, she could not accuse that he was not eating at all. After all, Patrick clearly was chewing something in his mouth.

She could not help urging him, "Eh, can you speed up eating? If possible I would like to take a short nap."

He raised his eyebrows as he teased, "Who was the one who complained that she had not had time at all? I didn't know that a short nap is also listed in your schedule to make yourself think you're busy."

Feeling embarrassed as if he had just exposed her, she fired back in frustration, "Are you done? You're sitting on my couch and having my meal. You don't have any right to make fun of me."

"How about you? You're living in my house and using everything I provided. Aren't you defying me all the time?"

"Don't you forget that I do pay you rent!"

Upon hearing this, Patrick's gaze went cold. There was no doubt that Amelia had brought up

something which was still a prick to him.

Amelia swept a glance at the cutleries that Patrick was grasping tightly in his hands. Despite being aware of his frustration, she muttered anyway, "You're mad at me, aren't you? I don't think you'll be able to finish your food in anger. Leave it on the table and you can go now."

"You're trying to provoke me, aren't you?" Patrick scoffed, "Do you honestly think that your provocation is going to work on me?"

"I wasn't provoking you. I just don't think that you can finish the food."

"You don't have to worry about this. In fact, I'm starving. I'm pretty confident that I'll be able to finish you too, let alone this set of meal. Or do you have any better suggestions? For instance, I'll put this down and come over to have you. What do you think?"

Amelia bit her lips in frustration. Eventually she decided that silence was the best response to his teasing.

She began to chew the greens in her food. In the next second, she could feel something hard that probably came off from the greens which caused her teeth to ache terribly.

She spat out the greens and put down the food. Sulking, she covered her hands on both side of her cheeks gloomily.

Upon noticing this, Patrick asked concerningly, "What's wrong?"

Amelia muffled, "It's none of your business!"

"Are you pregnant?"

Remaining in silence, she wondered how on earth could he relate covering face as one of the symptoms that suggested pregnancy.

Patrick continued, "Judging from the sorrow on your face, I guess you're probably on the verge of giving birth!"

Amelia could no longer maintain her silence. She blurted out, "I'm having a toothache!"