Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1416

Amelia put down her chopsticks and looked at Patrick with embarrassment. "I seem to have eaten more than you..."

Patrick's eyes were glinting with pleasure. "That's how it should be. If you don't have a good appetite, I'll worry about you." He did not forget that she was pregnant with a baby.

Amelia bit her lower lip and asked, "Um... are you full? Do you want me to buy you something to eat?"

She had made the dumplings for Patrick, and she had already eaten at home. But, she ate more of the dumplings than he did. How embarrassing.

With the chagrin on her face, Patrick could not help but grin. "Mrs. Hopper, I'm full. To be completely honest, if you hadn't shared the dumplings with me, I don't think I can finish all of them."

"Really?" Amelia raised her brow and asked anxiously, "Are you really full?"

"Yeah. Do you want to touch my stomach and tell for yourself?"

As soon as he finished his words, he lifted the quilt off his body and grabbed Amelia's hand. He then put it on his clothes to feel his

abdomen.

Amelia did not expect him to do that for real. After the slight surprise, she was shocked by the solid abs under her palm.

She knew Patrick was in an excellent shape, but it did not stop her from exclaiming. "Patrick, your stomach's rock-solid, and it's because you exercise regularly. I'm not sure if you're full though."

Patrick began to spew nonsensically, "When I'm hungry, my stomach's soft when you touch it. Otherwise, it's solid."

Amelia pulled a wry face and asked, "Are you kidding me? Do I look like I'm easily fooled?"

Patrick shrugged and said, "I don't want Mrs. Hopper to feel bad just because she ate a few more dumplings than me. I care a lot about n

you.

"Fine, you win. You got me." Amelia felt helpless and withdrew her hand sweetly. She pulled open the nightstand cabinet and took out several bottles of antibiotics from it.

Then, she poured them out one by one in a cup, handed them to Patrick, and said, "Take the medicine."

"Hm." Patrick replied shortly and took the pills and water cup from her. He then swallowed them expressionless.

"How do you feel?" Amelia waited for him to swallow before asking.

"Much better." Patrick felt relieved and continued, "Paisley said I can go home within half a month. I'll just have to watch myself after that, and there won't be any major problem."

Because of his relationship with Paisley, and because he was not short on money, Paisley had used almost all of the most effective medicines on him. That was the reason for his fast recovery.

"Then when can you remove the stitches on your forehead?" Amelia could not help turning her attention to his head.

After the operation, Patrick let down his bangs. Paisley then discussed with Amelia in secret that Patrick looked like a good, obedient boy with his hair down. Later, she felt sorry for Patrick when Amelia told her the reason why he let down his bangs.

Patrick touched his forehead. "I don't know.

I'll find an opportunity to ask Paisley n tomorrow.

"Okay." Amelia's heart ached at his indifference. She secretly prayed that Paisley would find a way to remove the scar on his forehead.

"Don't worry." Patrick seemed to have read her mind. He said softly, "Do you remember when my mom injured her forehead, and I sent her to Paisley for treatment?" "Yes." Amelia replied softly.

"You... you are Miss...Ms. Amelia Ramsay?" Since Amelia was the one who opened the door for them, the couple could not help but let out a gasp of surprise after seeing her familiar face.

"Yes, it's me." Amelia nodded indifferently.

"Ms. Amelia Ramsay, didn't you divorce Mr. Patrick? Why are you here?"

With the inquiry from Kinsley, Amelia replied stiffly. "I don't think you two should worry much about my business. Your business is what's more important now.

Please come in."

Although her being abducted had mostly nothing to do with the Kennedys, she still could not bring herself to be enthusiastic towards them.

"All right, all right, all right..." Kinsley hurriedly pulled his wife along and walked past Amelia.

With a plop, they got onto their knees in front of Patrick's bed with no

forewarning. "Mr. Patrick, please save my son's life!"

Patrick leaned against the headboard, lowered his gaze, and looked at them. "Mr. Kennedy, Mrs. Kennedy, what are you guys doing?" asked Patrick casually.

"Mr. Patrick," cried out Kinsley, looking old and helpless. "I don't know how my son got involved in the drug trade after he went missing, but can you please plead for us for Mr. Owen for the sake of our age? We have only one son. We... we are willing to give up our life savings to save his life! We hope Mr. Patrick can agree to our request!"

"Mr. Patrick," said Kinsley, looking like an old and helpless man. "I don't know how my son got involved in the drug trade after he went missing, but could you please plead for us in front of Mr. Owen for the sake of our age?

We have only one son. We... we are willing to give up all our savings to save our son's life! We hope that Mr. Patrick will agree to our request!"