Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1152

At the Ramsay Mansion

"Amelia, you're back. Are you alright?"

Upon seeing that Alice asked her with a tone sounded like she was just escaped from dangerous, Amelia buried the lingering fear in her heart and replied, "Aunt Alice, didn't I come back intact?"

Then, Alice took her hand and went to the living room to take a seat. She continued to ask, "What did Patrick want with you?"

Amelia told her the excuse she thought of when she was on the way home. "He mainly wanted to talk about how our property was going to be divided after the divorce."

It was not easy to fool Alice. "Haven't you already signed a divorce agreement? Patrick still wanted to negotiate?"

Amelia continued with the lie, "Although we had signed the divorce agreement, Patrick still acted like a snob and insisted on giving me alimony. However, I have already refused him harshly!"

Alice agreed. "Amelia, you've done the right thing! As for Patrick, we should avoid any interaction with him as much as possible in the near future. I think he's too terrifying. He hid his true color so deeply, you must've had a hard time with him before."

However, Amelia was still relatively optimistic. "Actually, the Hopper Family tends to take care of me."

Regardless, in Alice's eyes at this moment, Amelia was like someone who was thrown around by them and looked exceedingly pitiful. "You don't have to hide it from me anymore, I know how bitter you are in your heart! Fortunately, you're now separated from the Hopper Family, everything will be alright from now onwards."

Amelia sighed silently. What Alice did not know was that Amelia would still need to suffer a lot in the future.

At nine o'clock that night.

In the bathroom, the naked Amelia first wore several layers of undergarments, then three sets of long clothes and trousers. She was afraid that it was still not safe enough, so she tied a leather belt on the top of her pants and finally put on a coat which was much more difficult to take care...

Then, she began to fiddle with her face.

Knowing that Patrick liked women who would dressed cleanly, Amelia purposely put on some

heavy make-up for herself.

She knew that he did not like women who adorned themselves with exaggerated fashion jewelry, so she intentionally decorated herself like a Christmas tree.

Standing in front of the mirror and looking at her own face that was almost unrecognizable even to herself, Amelia's mouth broke into a grin.

She smiled. In the mirror, her lips which were overly painted split open as if in a horror movie, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth.

Coupled with the dim hazy light in front of the mirror, even Amelia herself was afraid of her own reflection that she felt uncomfortable.

A moment later, Amelia put down her makeup kit with great satisfaction. She did not believe that Patrick would touch her with her being like this!

When Amelia came downstairs, Alice was so shocked that she could not close her mouth.

Amelia swung her big earrings and colorful wig as she walked towards Alice. She was looking at Alice quietly and saying nothing.

After a long while, Alice finally found her voice and asked, "Are you... Amelia?"

Upon hearing what she said, a look of disappointment appeared on Amelia's exorbitantly painted face. She asked, "Aunt Alice, you could recognize me? It seems that I'm not horrifying enough then. I'm going to fix my make up!"

"Wait, Amelia!" Alice grabbed her as if she just awoke from a dream and asked in a panic, "Have you been provoked by something?"

Amelia split her red lips and reassured Alice calmly, "No, I'm fine."

Looking at Amelia's figure that seemed to 'get fat', Alice continued asking with a face displaying pure absurdity, "Then why did you dress yourself up like this?"

A BMW owner, who was opposite Amelia and was preparing to drove out of the hotel, did not move for a long time after witnessing her earth-shattering face.

It was not until the car behind him could not bear it anymore and bombarded him with his horn that the BMW driver finally jumped and muttered, "What the h*ll!" Then he drove away.

After barely making sure that she was a human being and not a ghost through the shadow on her face, the security guard asked, "Miss...miss, do you have a pass or a permit?"

Amelia quietly consoled herself in her heart, that it was good when other people could not see her original appearance as this could potentially avoid a lot of troubles. "A permit? Can the room access card be considered as permit?"

The security guard nodded.

Amelia smiled, and her smile was similar to a bloody mouth ready to devour someone. She said, "Here you go."

She took the room card out of her pocket and handed it to the security guard.

After the security guard took it, he turned back and check it carefully using the corresponding instrument. After confirming that it was authentic, he returned the access card to her and let her in.

After the Amelia's car disappeared from his sight, the security guard thought in his heart, "Which benefactor has such a weird taste?"

After the car stopped, Amelia appeared in the lobby with an umbrella. Immediately, a handsome waiter handed her a towel, took her umbrella away. And there was even a man who knelt down to dry her shoes.

She was unsure whether it was because of the strict rules here or something else, but they all lowered their heads and did not utter a word the entire time.

Amelia reckoned that they had not seen her face.

Otherwise, they would not have been able to serve her so calmly.

Soon, Amelia's body dried up.