Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1111

"Eh! Have you ever thought of what are you going to tell if anyone were to ask you what happened to your fingers?"

Amelia thought that whoever that came across his bandaged fingers were going to make fun of him.

Patrick put down the spoon before he said, "What else I can say? I'll tell them the truth."

Frowning, Amelia said, "Enlighten me with the truth then."

Patrick chuckled, "I'll tell them that I broke my fingers in order to please my wife."

Amelia slammed the table as she grunted, "You're going to make everyone think that I'm a violent person then!"

"You're focusing on the wrong point." Patrick began to analyze for her, "Why would you think that you're going to be the subject matter that they gossip about? Don't you think that it's more likely that they are going see me as a sissy who is afraid of my own wife?"

"It makes sense though. Hold on!" Amelia was almost fooled by his words. She contended, "It's not whether I'm a virago or you're a sissy that matters now. More importantly, it's the fact that you broke your fingers just to please me. They are going to think that you're mad!"

Patrick snorted, "I don't live for them. So, I don't give a d*mn of what they're going to think."

After having dinner, Amelia was about to shower in the bathroom. Apparently, she had not expected Patrick to have followed after her.

He said earnestly, "Mrs. Hopper, don't you think that it'd be better if we help each other out now?"

Initially, she was slow to process his words. She asked in confusion, "Why do you say so?"

"Look, we have both injured our right hands respectively. We also must not forget that both of us are right-handed. It will be such a great discomfort to remove and put our clothes back on our own. Hence, I suggest that we take turns and help each other out."

It was only then she began to get his meaning, "Oh I see. So you're saying that I should help you out just like what you had done for me last night, aren't you?"

"Exactly." If Patrick were to be described as a predator, Amelia thought that he must have been preying on her at this moment.

Unfortunately, Amelia was not going to be tricked by him again this time. She shrugged his suggestion off, "But I think that a better solution is that I will lend to you a pair of scissors."

"A pair of scissors?" Patrick was stunned upon hearing this.

"You heard me right. I will lend to you the pair of scissors that I used to cut my shirts."

"But my suit costs a fortune. It's such a pity to damage it."

"I don't see there's any better solution. At the end of the day, you're the one who insisted on breaking your own fingers."

Amelia shot him a cold stare before she bypassed him and walked over to the dressing table. She then bent over and took out a pair of scissors from one of the drawers.

Patrick grumbled, "You weren't like this in the morning earlier!"

Amelia raised her eyebrows as she asked, "Uh? Then how was I earlier in the morning?"

"You were crying! I could tell that your heart ached to see that I was in pain!"

"No, you're getting this wrong. I was crying because your action frightened me."

Upon seeing that Patrick still wished to argue, Amelia hurriedly placed the pair of scissors on his chest and hushed, "This is more than enough for what you deserve. I haven't forgotten the fact that you broke the bracelet that Milton gifted to me. I'll get even with you on this one day!"

Patrick muttered grumpily, "You're such a cold-hearted woman!"

Amelia scoffed, "I assume you mean that I'm not fooled by you as you wish."

Patrick was choked by anger. He had no other choice but to leave with the pair of scissors in frustration.

Meanwhile.

In a lavishly decorated room where there was not much furniture found in it, a gorgeous-looking woman could be seen welcoming her guest dejectedly.

"Patrick!" As soon as she heard the sound of door opening, Sissi could not help straightening herself. However, in the next second, she was overwhelmed with disappointment when she realized that it was Howard who had came.

Howard swept a glance at the table where dinner had already been served. He then asked, "The servant told me that you've not been eating since morning. That's why I come over to check on you."

Sissi could not help but ask, "Mr. Howard, where's Patrick? Why isn't he coming to see me today?"

Just as Howard was about to leave, Sissi sighed, "It's such a pity for the baby in my belly. He can't even see his own father once a week..."

Howard remained expressionless as he said, "My grandchild's mother can only be Amelia. Do you hear me?"

Seemingly smiling, Sissi stood up and looked at Howard before she said, "Patrick had already admitted that I'm carrying his child in front of you and Ms. Amelia. I don't think that you can deny this."

"Oh? Did he? I don't think so. Unless you can get him to prove to me right now." Howard decided to play along with her.

"Mr. Howard, you only said so because you think that there's no way that I get to see Patrick, am I right?"

Sissi paused before she continued her words along with a creepy smile, "Since you insisted that you'll need Patrick to prove it to you in order to accept the fact that I'm carrying his child, how can I disappoint you? As the mother of the child, surely I must do whatever I can..."

With that said, she squinted before she knocked her head on the wall!

All that Howard could hear was a loud bang.

He was stunned for awhile before he shouted, "Help!

Anyone!"

At the Land of Fragrance.

Upon answering the incoming call, Patrick's expression changed as he raised his voice over the phone, "What did you say? Sissi had just committed suicide?"

On the other end of the call, Howard stammered, "It's not suicide. She..."

"I don't want to hear all this! Where's she now?"

"She's in the hospital. A doctor is bandaging her now."

Patrick hung up the call in a hurry before he opened the door and went downstairs.