Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1657

At that, Amelia buried her face in Patrick's neck and scoffed in a muffled voice. Then, she looked up at the handsome man in front of her. "This is so strange. Mr. Hopper, who has always sought revenge for the smallest grievance, is asking me to forget about my grudge."

Patrick brushed the corner of her lips and suppressed the urge to kiss her. He continued to sound like a self- help guru when he went on, "Because I know you're soft- hearted. No matter how ruthless you pretend to be, hatred will only bring you pain. Unlike me, I'm cold inside out. I can bear with this."

Amelia ignored the sensation on her lips and said, "In other words, you can be hateful, but I can't. Is that the case?"

Patrick hummed noncommittally.

"That's not fair, Mr. Hopper." Amelia shook her arms around his neck and protested.

Patrick raised his eyebrows, which looked like he was about to say otherwise.

Amelia made a maddened expression and reached out to push him away slightly. In fact, she wanted to come down from his lap, provided that he was not holding onto her waist so tightly.

"Don't move, Amy." At her attempt at moving her alluring body, Patrick's fingers on her waist began to spring into action. But when he remembered that he was comforting her, he held back his urges.

Patrick continued to keep Amelia in his arms and did not allow her to leave. His aggressive gaze and hot breath revealed some hints, which put her on alert. So, Amelia said, "Fine. As long as the Simmons family does not show up in front of me, I'll try to forget about them."

Patrick was not completely satisfied. He then put forth his own opinion, "But I hope you can be calm and collected even when they appear in front of you."

The reason was that he did not want to see her upset for an irrelevant group, which would make him feel bad too.

Amelia's eyes widened as she could not accept it. "That's too difficult! It's just like when you see your mom. Can you forget the harm she has done to us?"

As soon as Amelia said that, she immediately felt apologetic and regretted it. "I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to make her as a comparison on purpose." "It's all right." Patrick smoothed her head and lifted her chin. Her pitiful face appeared in his eyes, which made his heart miss a beat. He then said, "Amy, you can say whatever you want. Don't worry about me."

"There's nothing else to say..." Amelia shook her head and blinked. "I'm going to prepare some fruits. Wait here."

Patrick knew she was trying to make up for her slip-up. In fact, he did not blame her. Everyone had their own uncrossable boundaries. However, he did not mind tearing open his wounds and exposing his pain to Amelia because they were bonded together.

In the kitchen.

While Amelia was peeling fruits, Patrick's words rang in her mind. At the end of the day, Patrick was only worried about her and was afraid that she was unhappy. That was why he was persuading her to let go of her resentment against the Simmons family.

He was not wrong, and she should not have vented her anger on him.

In the blink of an eye, there were only five days left before the wedding. However, Amelia's life was still the same as before. Because Patrick had arranged everything, she did not have to worry about anything.

One day, Florence asked Amelia out for afternoon tea, to which Amelia agreed.

Florence, who was at the Hopper mansion, put away her phone. As she was about to go dress up, she found Eve standing outside her room with a glass of juice in her hand and a gloomy expression on her face.

"Mom..." After a wooden smile, Florence quickly braced herself and asked, "When did you come here?"

However, Eve replied with another question, "Where are you going?"

Florence held her phone tightly. "Mom, I'm going to... meet a friend."

Her daughter's lie pricked Eve's increasingly volatile and frenzy temper. Eve's voice suddenly sharpened when she yelled, "Stop pretending. You're going out to see Amelia. I heard you!"

Florence took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes. I'm going to see Amelia. I..."

Before she could finish, Eve threw the glass into Florence's room. The broken shards of glass and splashing juice instantly covered Florence's vision.

Florence stared at the scene blankly for a moment in silence, then looked at Eve in disbelief. Eve's chest was heaving vigorously, and Eve was also staring back at her. After that, Eve gnashed her teeth and ordered, "You're not going! I won't allow you to go!"

"I'm going!" Florence retorted. Without hesitation, she walked to the wardrobe and opened it.

But in the next second, Eve rushed in and shut the wardrobe back with her hands. "I am your mother! You have to listen to me!"

Florence was enraged by Eve's action of smashing the cup and slamming the wardrobe. So, Florence was stubborn as a beast when she insisted, "No! I have to go!"

After that, she yanked Eve's hands that were pressing on the wardrobe with force. After all, Florence was young. And once when she was serious, her strength surpassed Eve's.

Eve, who was pushed to the side by her own daughter, saw that Florence had retrieved a dress and guessed her next move was to go change in the bathroom. Malice was written all over Eve's face, but she did not stop Florence. After that, she turned and walked out of the room.

At this, Florence let out a sigh of relief. She then avoided the shattered glass and headed to the bathroom to change into the dress as quickly as she could.

However, Florence had no clue that Eve had taken the key and locked Florence in the room when she was changing.

He had no sympathy at all!

"Ptui!" Florence snorted. "I won't then! I can live in a five-star hotel!"

Patrick seemed relieved and said, "Well, is there anything else?"

Florence, who had finished venting her anger, finally calmed down. She said, "Nothing else. I'll call Amelia and tell her that the afternoon tea isn't happening today."

"Wait." Patrick stopped Florence from hanging up the phone and said in a deep voice, "Don't tell her it's because of Mom."

Florence paused for a moment and asked, "You're afraid that sihe'll overthink, aren't you?"

To which Patrick responded with a faint, "Yes."

On the other side, Eve, whose blood was still boiling because of Florence, had not had the chance to calm down after she returned to her room before her phone rang. She almost flew into another fit of rage.

She picked it up and found it was from an unknown number. Five seconds later, she answered the phone in a snappy tone, "Who is this!"

"Dear Ms. Watson, I don't think my identity is important. All you need to know is that I'm here to help you."

Eve listened to the stranger's voice, which was distorted with a sound changer, and frowned. "Don't play tricks with me! Who are you?"

"Ms. Watson, it's time for you to answer my question. If at any point of this call I upset you, you can hang up on me. What do you say?"

Even though Eve knew that the call had come from an unknown origin, Eve did not hang up immediately as if she had been bewitched. Instead, she let the weird voice go on.

"Let's get to the first question now. Do you hate Amelia Ramsay?"

"Yes! I hate her!"

"Do you want her to die?"

"Yes, I do!"