Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1234

Pervert! Filthy! Disgusting!

Amelia could come up with a thousand of words to scold him at this moment. She admitted that she was wrong to regard Kaiden as one before. As compared to Mr. Quade, Kaiden was probably as innocent as a piece of blank paper!

After venting her anger deep down under her heart secretly, Amelia tried to calm herself down before she replied faintly, "I will pay you. But, in return you will have to supply me with the workforce. This is how business works. What else do you want from me, Mr. Quade?"

Mr. Quade was just inches away from Amelia's delicate face. He could no longer contain his arousal. He cut it short, "Why not we deal it in an opposite way? All you need, is just to surrender yourself while I can be the one paying."

Amelia tightened her fists infuriately upon hearing the words of Mr. Quade. She struggled to hold back her anger when she replied, "Mr. Quade, you must be kidding me."

"I'm not kidding!" Mr. Quade finally lost the last trace of his patience. He raised his voice and shouted agitatedly, "Ms. Amelia, how long more do you want to keep me wanting? As long as you give me your body, I don't mind paying extra for that!"

Amelia would not let anyone insult her like this. She furrowed her brows and clarified herself coldly, "Mr. Quade! I'm here to negotiate a business deal with you! I'm not here to sell my body! Please mind your words!"

Mr. Quade was not convinced by her words at all. He pursed his lips as he muttered sneeringly, "Save your nonsense to yourself! Everyone in this circle knows that you are willing to sell your body in exchange for agreements..."

Audrey could no longer remain in silence at his words. She snapped, "Bullsh*t! President

Ramsay had never went down for something filthy! This is an utmost insult to her!"

Mr. Quade swept a glance at Audrey before he scoffed, "As for you, Ms. Atkinson. You're not any better than your boss. Stop pretending as if you don't know any of these dirty deals. You're probably a complementary gift for those men after they sleep your boss."

Amelia was so used to fighting back that she subconsciously grabbed the glass of wine on the table. In the next second, she poured it all over on Mr. Quade's perverted face.

Mr. Quade did not expect such a move from

Amelia. He was stunned for a second before he raised his hand in an attempt to slap Amelia.

Amelia held her head up high as she challenged him, "I dare you to hit me! As soon as you land your hand on my face, I will have the evidence against you!"

Her fearless expression successfully deterred Mr. Quade from going ahead with what he was initially up for. He tried to disguise his embarrassment by saying, "It will be such a pity to leave any marks on your beautiful face. I'm not a fool to risk doing this to you. I'd rather hold and caress you. I can show you how tender I can be!"

"President Ramsay!" At the sight of the perverted gazes from the crowd, Audrey reached out her hand in an attempt to pull Amelia away from danger.

However, she was being cuddled from the back by the finance officer who was sitting right next to her. He flirted idly, "Hey you, sweetheart. I'm not going to let you ruin Mr. Quade's plan."

Meanwhile...

Patrick who had remained in silence all this while put aside the napkin on his lap before he stood up from his seat. He then said, "Please excuse me. I need to use the washroom."

Kayla who had been burying her head in her plate glanced up at this time. She muttered softly, "Dad, Mom, Aunt Eve, please excuse me."

Mrs. Elliott swept a glance at Patrick before her gaze fell back onto Kayla. She could not help but tease, "It seems like both of you have agreed to go to the washroom together. Remember to watch out, Kayla."

"Mom!" Kayla bashfully toyed with her hemline as if she had just been exposed by her mother.

Everyone on the table exchanged a look at each other before they burst out laughing.

Patrick could not help frowning. He turned around and left the table without hesitation. After all, he was not interested in entertaining the small girl and her love fantasy.

"Mr. Patrick!"

It was not long after Patrick came out from the booth that Kayla had managed to tail him from behind.

At this moment, it began to make sense to Patrick that why Mr. Elliott and his wife would speak to her softly all the time. It turned out that Kayla was a fragile piece who must be protected at all care.

In this case, he should avoid any contact with Kayla at all cost. Hethen said, "Ms. Elliott, if there's nothing else, I would like to use the washroom now."

Kayla blurted out unexpectedly, "I'll come with you."

Patrick took a glance at her before he reminded, "I'm heading to male washroom."

All in a sudden, Kayla was blushed as red as a tomato. She hurriedly explained, "I don't mean to come to the male washroom with you. I need to use the female washroom. Hence, let's go together!"

What she had not realized was that it was inappropriate for a girl who spoke in this manner to a grown-up man that she had just met for the very first time.

Patrick began to wonder if it was just a false pretense of her for being bashful all this while.

Therefore, he decided not to respond with her invitation. He said, "You can go first then, Ms. Elliott."

Kayla lowered her head a little as she murmured, "But I'm used to have people accompanying me to washrooms..."

Patrick replied sneeringly, "Are you a toddler? Only a kid will need companions to go to the washroom."

Kayla could tell from his voice that he was being disdainful. She explained herself embarrassingly, "Isn't this normal for girls during school time? We will be together all the time irrespective of going to class or washroom. My Mom told me before. It'd be better for girls to have companions all the time for the sake of our safety."

"Will it be safe for you to ask a man to accompany you to the washroom whom you barely even know?"

Patrick mocked at her innocence secretly. However, he soon came to realize that he was so used to Amelia's independence that he was no longer moved by women who needed to be pampered and protected all the time.