Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1575

"Amy, what happened?" Patrick looked at her hurriedly.

Amelia touched her ankle unnaturally and said, "No, nothing, I just accidentally kicked the leg of the table."

So Patrick immediately squatted down. Ignoring Amelia's dissuasion, he forced to take off her shoes and checked her ankle.

After a while, he put on her shoes, stood up and said meaningfully, "It's fine. Be careful next time."

"Okay..." Amelia replied softly.

Patrick then looked at Ruth, but did not continue with their previous topic. Instead, he said, "Ms. Anderson, in fact, I came with Amy today to settle the matter in the past with your husband."

Ryan took the initiative to ask after he heard this, "How do you plan to settle it?"

Patrick looked up and said, "By drinking, do you dare to challenge?"

Was that it? The rest present were stunned.

Amelia stood up quietly and whispered to Patrick, "Mr. Hopper, could you be preparing to add poison in the wine?"

Patrick almost lost his cool. "Amy, I've not proposed a challenge by force for your sake."

After heaving a sigh of relief, Ramsay reminded him, "Uncle Quartley has asthma. So you should know the limits. Don't let him fall sick again."

Patrick raised his hand and gently flicked her forehead. "Amy, the more you say it, the more I would want him to be hospitalised."

So Amelia immediately shut her mouth and returned to her seat obediently.

"Mr. Patrick, Ryan has..." Ruth was about to mention Ryan's asthma in order to refuse the challenge for him. But Ryan suddenly raised his hand to stop her and frankly accepted the challenge, "Let's drink."

While Patrick and Ryan were drinking, Ruth and Amelia were both nervous while looking at them. Ruth even suspected Patrick's intention was to kill her husband by drinking!

Just as Ryan was about to fill his fourth glass, Patrick suddenly said coldly, "That's enough. If you keep drinking, you'll die."

Ryan was stunned. "The night is still young!"

"What if you get asthma and come to me later?" Patrick put down his glass with a poker face and sat back in his seat. Apparently, he was not going to continue competing.

Ruth could not help but pull Ryan's clothes and said in a low voice after she saw this, "Ryan, Mr. Patrick is being considerate in letting you win!"

"I don't need his consideration!" Ryan acted stubborn, but he quickly sat down.

Amelia could not help but smile. She then stretched out her hand under the dining table and hooked Patrick's little finger.

Patrick appeared to be calm, but he was very pleased with her intimacy deep down. Later, he might not have enjoyed the meal to quite an extent, but at least there was no conflict aroused anymore.

After the meal-

After Amelia packed up her belongings, she exchanged a look with Patrick and said, "Uncle Quartley, Ms. Anderson, thank you for the meal. Mr. Hopper and I will go back first. We can meet again later."

Ruth smiled and said, "Okay, be careful on your way."

Ryan patted Amelia on the shoulder. He remained silent as his care for her was already known.

As soon as they left, Ruth immediately turned to Ryan and said, "Honey, they're so sweet, being a perfect couple. So stop dreaming about Miss Amelia Ramsay being your daughter-in-law."

At the end, she added, 'Also, you've heard what Patrick said just now. Miss Amelia Ramsay is pregnant. In this way, it's impossible for them to be separated."

Ryan nodded and said, "Well, after the meal, I can see that they only have each other in their hearts and can't tolerate any other. What surprised me more is Patrick's deep love for her. It actually made him let go of his resentment to me for the sake of Amelia."

Ruth said thoughtfully, "I hope one day, Sawyer can also come to realisation and get a true love."

*

After leaving the Exora Hotel, Patrick suddenly pulled over. He looked at the person in the passenger seat and said with a faint smile, "Amy, should you give me an explanation?"

Amelia, who was looking around at the scenery, became slightly stiff after his question. "What do you want me to explain about?"

Patrick reached out to lift her chin, so that she could not hide her gaze. "You didn't kick the table just now, did you?"

Amelia's eyes trembled slightly. "Who said so? I did kick it by accident!"

Patrick said slowly, "But if you did, why didn't I find any red marks on your ankle?"

Amelia hesitated for a while and said, "...Maybe it's because I recovered quickly."

"That's not it. Your skin is very delicate, which it will appear a red mark even with a gentle press. Shall I prove it to you?"

"Why? It's not like you own this elevator." Kaleb said. He deliberately spread his feet and put his hands on his waist to occupy Jonathan's space.

Jonathan said expressionlessly, "Kaleb, you look really proud, huh?"

Kaleb said arrogantly, "Since I'm feeling lucky recently."

Jonathan shot him a side glance. "There are only the two of us in the elevator right now. Tell me the truth, where did you get all the money to bribe the neutral party?"

Kaleb puffed out his chest and replied proudly, "Of course I earned it bit by bit."

Jonathan snorted. "Our salary is about the same. But why can't I buy all the fifteen neutral parties like you?"

Kaleb stiffened slightly, then said, "How would I know? Who knows if you've spent all your money somewhere that you shouldn't have?"

"I supposed that you earn the money by illegal means, right?" Jonathan stared at him and said word by word.

Kaleb pretended to squat down and clean the dust on his shoes to avoid Jonathan's questioning. When the elevator door opened with a "ding" sound, he then straightened up and said, "What did you just say again? Oh, I've reached my level so I'll go first. Let's talk next time, Jonathan."

"There's no need to wait for a next time. My office is on this floor as well. We can talk while walking." Jonathan seemed to be pestering him as he immediately followed the moment he left.

Kaleb frowned and quickly acted calm. If Jonathan wished to follow him, he would just let him do so. No matter what, he would never tell him where the money came from.

He refused to say it, but Jonathan could guess by himself. "Well, ever since you started your career in Apex, you've been lazy and had no outstanding performance. The only chance for you to make a fortune was when you worked with Daniel."

When Jonathan said this, Kaleb's eyebrows slightly twitched. But he was the best at acting. So he continued with an expression saying he knew nothing about what he had said.

Jonathan continued to probe, "Tell me, how much did you gain from the irresponsible project? Three million? Six million? Or ten million?"

"Bullsh*t!" Ten million was a sum he could never have earned!

"Eh, why are you so pissed? It seems that one of the numbers I've guessed is nearly the answer." Jonathan said with joy.

Kaleb choked up and could not help pushing him away, "Shoo, stay away from me. I still have work to do. I don't have the time to play dumb with you."

Jonathan did not get angry when he was pushed. Instead, he leaned forward with a smile. "Are you getting nervous already? That's a good scenery. The more anxious you get, the more I feel that there's something strange about it!"

Kaleb was afraid that he would expose something if he continued talking. So he simply shut his mouth and strode forward, wanting to hide in his office.