Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1377

At twelve o'clock at noon.

Owen arrived at Patrick and Amelia's room on time.

He was worried that Patrick would be mad at him if he was late and kept Amelia waiting.

However, it was also inappropriate for him to go to their place too early as well, as Patrick might criticize him by asking, "Can't you wait for a while?"

Either way, Owen was stuck in a difficult position as Patrick was an overbearing partner. It would be best if Owen never showed up so that he could Patrick and Amelia alone!

Amelia, who was setting up the tableware, turned around when she heard the commotion at the door. "Owen, you're just in time. Lunch is ready. Come on in!"

Owen noticed that Amelia had put on an apron when she turned around. So, he asked, "Amelia, why are you wearing that?"

Amelia followed his line of sight and looked down at the apron. "I was free, so I went to the kitchen and prepared the meal. I borrowed an apron from the chef because I didn't want to dirty my clothes. I just finished the preparation and forgot to take off the apron. Don’t laugh at me," explained Amelia.

Owen smiled. “Amelia, you see right through me! You know I miss home-cooked dishes, so you've prepared all of this for me. I'm so touched."

"I'm glad that you like it, Owen." Amelia's smile broadened when she received a compliment from Owen.

Patrick, who had been silent all the time, chimed in, "Since everyone's here, let's eat."

Then, he came to behind Amelia and tried to untie the string of her apron.

Amelia felt embarrassed when she saw Owen's meaningful smirk. Then, Patrick whispered into her ear, "Who shares the same bed with you every night? It's me! What is there to be shy about?"

Amelia scolded back, "Shameless!"

Owen glanced at Patrick when he heard Amelia and deliberately asked, "Amelia, who are you referring to?"

"You!" But, it was Patrick who responded to Owen's question.

"Hey. I'm talking to Amelia. What does that have to do with you?" Owen mocked.

"Do you still want to eat here?" Patrick asked intimidatingly.

"Patrick Hopper!" Amelia turned around and stepped on Patrick's foot as his temper was horrible.

Patrick scowled and fell silent.

After that, Amelia turned around and warmly invited Owen to take the seat.

Owen tactfully chose a seat further away. He then lowered his voice and said, "Amelia, don't just pay your attention to me. Look at him. He's still sulking. Please coax him."

Amelia turned back around and found Patrick still standing at the spot where she had stepped on his feet earlier. He was watching her motionlessly.

Amelia felt guilty, so she walked up to Patrick and said in a tempting tone, "Let's eat."

"Don't you think it's too late to think about me only now?" Patrick replied with a gloomy look.

"Owen is our guest, so I should serve him first," Amelia said.

Patrick stared at her, then he whispered so that only Amelia could hear him, "You can serve him, but you stepped on my feet because of him!”

Amelia replied in a matching volume, "Isn't that because you were rude to Owen? I was just nxious."

"How can you domestically abuse me just because you were anxious?" Patrick asked as he raised an eyebrow.

That had nothing to do with abuse!

They were not even re-married!

Besides, she had stepped on his feet so lightly. It was nowhere close to violence!

Amelia felt even more aggrieved than Patrick. But, when she remembered that Owen was still waiting for them, she took a deep breath and tried to ask as nicely as possible, "Did it hurt?"

Patrick gave her a resentful look and replied, "What do you think?"

"You want to drink?" Patrick questioned solemnly.

Amelia blinked and asked, "Yea. What's wrong?"

"No way!" Patrick refuted with a fierce look.

Owen was puzzled. He asked curiously, "Why can't Amelia drink?"

Amelia stared at Patrick nervously, wondering if he was going to say the same as she thought.

"Because she goes lunatic when she gets drunk," Patrick answered and quickly grabbed the bottle out of Amelia's hand.

"What's the big deal? You're with her. In fact, you should want her to get drunk, isn't that right?" Owen teased Patrick.

"That would be great..." Patrick glanced at her belly meaningfully.

Amelia held back the urge to hide her belly and said to Patrick, "Although I can't hold my liquor well, I can still drink some red wine."

"No way," decided Patrick indifferently.

"I want to propose a toast to you and Owen. Can I just have a sip?"

"Drinking is harmful to your health. You don't want to have any consequences in the future, do you?" Patrick stared into Amelia's eyes and asked gravely.

Amelia obeyed and gave up. "Well, then, can I have tea instead?"

"It's better to drink less tea too."

"Can't I even drink a cup of tea?"

"I'm just worried that you'll have troubling falling asleep tonight, and I can't sleep if you toss and turn in bed."

Once again, silence fell.