Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1359

"No!" Amelia looked straight at the two pieces of cake in Patrick's plate and said, "You can exchange them with me."

"Fine, you can pick whatever you want."

Patrick's tone sounded helpless and it made Amelia very angry. It was he who first took her favorites, yet he made it seem that she was being unreasonable.

Just when Amelia felt conflict whether to take it or not, Patrick automatically put a piece of brownie onto her plate.

She was so happy that she muttered, "That's more like it."

The foreigners who were sitting next to them had seen the scene and they were chattering about something. But, since they were not speaking in English, Amelia could not understand.

Patrick acted as an interpreter by the side, "They said, 'This gentleman loves his wife so much'. Mrs.

Hopper... Do you think I should tell them that they have discerning eyes?"

Alas, they were just laymen!

If the foreigners knew how Patrick usually teased

her, they would probably have not said so!

Amelia was indignant. To vent her anger, she took some cake and stuffed it into her mouth and chewed them hard.

After Patrick gave her a slice of cake, there was still a delicate vanilla cake left on his plate. He picked up the fork on the cake and began to taste it slowly.

In the past, he had always wondered why some young couples would like to spend hours in the cafe just to enjoy some cheap cakes and to make use of the free WiFi. He had thought that it was a waste of time.

But at the moment, he seemed to have known what it was like.

Especially when he saw the young lady opposite him eating a cake with such a satisfied look, he felt that he was wholly filled with sweetness. Even if they did not talk, he felt that it was enough by just looking at her that way.

Time flew by quickly when spent with one's lover.

By the time Amelia and Patrick came to their senses, there was only the 'poop cake' left on the table.

To be honest, the bakers of the shop were so skilful that the 'poop cake' was made so vividly.

Amelia swore that if the cake were thrown on the street, passers-by would definitely cover their mouths and noses and avoid it.

Patrick wiped his mouth, put down the napkin and asked, "How do you plan to deal with it?"

Amelia subconsciously focused her gaze on his face.

Patrick was ridiculed by her. "Do you think I would eat such thing?"

He did not even want to say the word 'poop'.

Since he refused to eat it, Amelia was lost as she did not want to eat it either.

"Then what? Shall we throw it away? It's almost 10 dollars. That's quite expensive."

Patrick blinked his deep eyes and calmly suggested, "Let's bring it back for Owen. Since he has been patrolling and guarding these days, it's tiring for him."

Amelia was speechless as she thought Patrick was really shameless.

Patrick then looked at her and asked seriously, "What do you think?"

[Hey, don't ask me, just decide it on your own!]

Amelia knew well that Patrick handed over the decision to her to make her accountable in case

Owen got angry.

So, Amelia began to have lesser psychological burden while eating it. In the face of delicious food, embarrassment was nothing at all!

Patrick saw Amelia eating it even more enjoyably and quicker as if she had motors in her mouth, so he could not help but wondered if it really tasted that good.

As if answering his secret question, Amelia suddenly said while burying herself in eating the

cake, "I'll go get another one..."

Patrick had doubted it more deeply. By the time he realized, he had already blurted out, "Let me taste it."

"What?" Amelia paused her action, and the black thing on her spoon was about to fall.

Patrick regretted his words the moment he opened his mouth. Just as he was about to answer vaguely, Amelia had come back to her senses. "Did you just say that... you want to eat this?"

She said while pointing at the cake on the spoon with her other hand.

Patrick wanted to deny it, but there was obvious anticipation in Amelia's eyes so he responded with a yes unconsciously. Then he struggled to ask for confirmation, "Is it really delicious?"

"Just try it then you'll know." Amelia arched her brows and sent the spoon to Patrick.

Whatever it would be!

Patrick reached out to hold Amelia's wrist, raised his hip, and quickly consumed the black thing on the spoon with his eyes closed.

When Amelia saw that he seemed to have swallowed the cake since he gulped, she praised him, "Well done, Mr. Hopper! How's it? Is the 'poop' delicious?"

When Patrick heard it, blue veins stood out on his forehead. He had tried hard to ignore the the filthy word, could she not simply remind him about it?

At that point, Patrick looked as if he was poisoned while Amelia frowned in confusion. "That shouldn't be. The cake is obviously fragrant. Could there be something wrong with your taste buds?"

Patrick was speechless.