Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1693

However, Amelia keeping silent undoubtedly made the atmosphere between the two awkward again.

Fortunately, she was saved by a sound of ringtone at the moment. She subconsciously looked towards Sawyer and saw him reaching for his pocket. After taking out his phone and taking a look, he said to her with mixed feelings, "Look, it comes again."

As he said, he showed her the screen of his mobile phone.

The screen was flashing with Sissi's name on it.

Amelia knew that Sawyer was playing pitiful again. At the same time, he was also testing her attitude.

"Why are you showing it to me? I'm not the one quarrelling with her."

Amelia pretended to be annoyed and then said arrogantly, "If you don't want to continue arguing with her, you can simply say that you spent the night at a hotel. While such way can prevent her from slandering me again."

Sawyer's tension finally got eased as he heard that she was being considerate for him.

It had to be said that Amelia had made the correct response. If she still showed the hostility and irascibility as when talking about Jessica, Sawyer would not mind replacing his kindness with harm to her.

"Staying at a hotel is quite a good idea. You stay here to read and I'll be right back." Sawyer straightened up from the sofa and walked out of the library.

"Okay." Amelia showed a decent fake smile, but secretly rolled her eyes. He was obviously afraid that she would hear what they were talking about.

Some moments later, Sawyer returned.

Amelia pretended to look at him casually while holding the book. Then, she heard him say, "Sissi said that she wants to see you here."

What? Sissi was finally coming!

Amelia was so happy that she almost laughed out loud. However, she still pretended to frown and have her entire appearance to be in disgust. "Why should I get involved in your private matters?"

"Because she said that if I don't let her see you, there must be something fishy between us."

Amelia shook her head and tutted, "She still doesn't believe you given the identification report as a proof. She seems to have no trust in you."

Sawyer's expression turned awkward upon her words. "...Well, there's always been a misunderstanding between you and Sissi. So it could be a good opportunity to solve it this time. I promise I won't let her hurt you."

A misunderstanding?

Amelia was left in confusion. If the act of stealing someone's husband could also be called a misunderstanding, there would then be no mistresses in the world.

However, she could tell that Sawyer should have reached some sort of agreement with Sissi on the phone. That was to say that they had not quarrelled with each other.

Which it made Amelia feel unhappy.

But fortunately, Sissi would soon come to her, which it could mean a new turning point for her. She would definitely 'perform well' in front of Sissi.

"Well, you can bring her here. But I must remind you in advance that I am pregnant. If she attacks me, you shall protect me."

Amelia blinked her eyes and put on an innocent expression.

"Don't worry, I will definitely protect you."

On the other side, Sissi, who had just ended the call with Sawyer, was not that happy. On the contrary, she looked a little down and out.

She used to be a proud queen in front of Sawyer, but she had to go against her heart and eat humble pie while promising not make trouble anymore. She had even pleaded him to go home as soon as possible, so she was full of grievance at the moment.

Was she the one who had made a fuss upon the matter? It was clearly him who had always stayed outside and been ambiguous with Amelia. Was it not reasonable for her to throw a tantrum?

Yet he had actually left without a word and did not return all night! It was obvious that he was exasperating her deliberately, while she truly could not leave him either...

In the face of the two extreme emotions, Sissi was almost depressed.

It was only after Sawyer returned home that she began to cheer up a little. However, he still remained indifferent, as if he was no longer angry with her, but also did not get too close with her.

This made Sissi have a feeling of being slapped in the face. She had already taken the initiative to apologize to him, and refrained from mentioning that he had been out for a night. Why had he still been so cold?

She endured her grievance and asked,

"Sawyer... does your face still hurt?"

Sawyer glanced at her. "It doesn't hurt anymore. I applied ointment on it."

Sissi breathed a sigh of relief and continued to ask, "Have you eaten yet? Shall I ask the kitchen to prepare breakfast for you?"

"I've already eaten." Sawyer replied faintly. Then, he took off his suit jacket and walked to the sofa to sit down, preparing to watch TV.

"Then... Have you slept well last night? Do you want to go back to the room and have a rest?" Sissi continued to ask ingratiatingly, but the sudden sound from the TV happened to have covered her voice.

Sissi could not help but appeared to be in distress. For a moment, she wanted to snatch the remote control from Sawyer's hand and turn off the TV so that he could pay attention to her. However, she clearly knew what would happen if she really did so.

She sat down next to Sawyer in frustration, staring at the television with her eyes full of grudges.

After an hour, Sawyer finally made a move. He put down the remote control and turned his face in Sissi's direction...

Before Sissi could be happy, he said faintly, "There's nothing interesting to watch. I'll go to the gym."

She was going to fight with Amelia, instead of showing Amelia how miserable she had been. "Sawyer, I..."

Sawyer asked, "What's wrong?"

Sissi subconsciously touched her face and asked dryly, "Can we see Amelia another day?"

Sawyer frowned, and from the bottom of his heart, he felt that she was purely looking for trouble. "Why are you throwing a tantrum again?"

Sissi quickly explained, "I didn't! I just..."

Sawyer's interruption stopped her from saying the rest of her words, "If you're going back on your word, then never complain to me saying Amelia and I had an affair again from today onwards. As it's you who refused to go."

Sissi could only bite the bullet. "I'll go with you today! Sawyer, don't be angry. I'm not making a fuss..."

She did not want to be such cowardly either, but Sawyer's domineering was truly frightening. In the past, he had restrained himself, so he had looked like a shrewd businessman at most. While at the moment, he gave her the feeling of an arms dealer who would shoot anyone at the slightest disagreement.

Sawyer then continued his meal since she finally did not make any more strange requests.

After breakfast, Sissi quickly rushed to the dressing table in the bedroom and tossed her face with cosmetics with the slightest care.

She had no longer been young, not to mention her recent mental breakdown, which had caused her carefully- maintained face to age. Fortunately, under the many layers of rescue by cosmetics, she finally regained her beauty that she had been proud of.

An hour later, she stood in front of the mirror and checked on herself. Making sure that she look impeccable, only then did she raise her head and appear in front of Sawyer in her red high heels.

Sawyer had already changed into formal wear before her. At the moment, he could not help but be stunned by her being well-dressed with a 'pale' face.

Sissi could not help but smile at him with her overly pale face after makeup as she saw that Sawyer was looking at her absent- mindedly.

"Sawyer, sorry to keep you waiting. We can go now."

As she spoke, she walked near him.

Sawyer slightly frowned, as he seemed to have seen powder falling off Sissi's face as she was walking...

When Sissi reached out to take his arm, Sawyer could not look straight at her as he asked, "Sissi, you..."

Sissi smiled. "Nothing, I just dressed myself up a little. After all, I'm going out with you so I don't want to embarrass you."

Sawyer felt that she was too modest. She was not just dressed up a little, but to the greatest extent instead. While the result was counterproductive, as her face looked the same as a Japanese geisha, being as white as a ghost...

"Are you sure you're going out like this?" Sawyer felt himself being harmed by an eyesore.