Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1842

The latter half of Amelia's words were quickly swallowed back by Patrick's dark eyes.

Patrick refused to let her go. "What did you want to say? Tell me."

"Nothing. I won't say anything." Amelia snorted and turned around to watch TV.

Looking at her pouting mouth from high above, Patrick could not help but chuckle. He stopped teasing her and said, "Go ahead. I want to know."

Amelia felt that this person was unreasonable. He didn't want to let her talk about it, and then he asked her to talk about it again. She didn't want to talk to him.

The result of ignoring him was that Patrick put her on the couch and spanked her ass!

"Wait, wait! I'll tell you, okay? I'll tell you!"

In the end, when Amelia was about to cry for mercy, Patrick turned her over and held her in his arms again.

During the whole process, he always protected her belly with one hand.

Amelia buried her red face in his arms and refused to look up for a long time.

"Why didn't you tell me when I asked you to? Did you have to wait for me to teach you a lesson first before telling me? You are naughty." Although he said so, Patrick showed a doting smile.

Amelia said gloomily, "... Don't be complacent. After I give birth to the baby, I will ask him to avenge me."

Patrick raised his handsome eyebrows and said, "Well, when the time comes, I'll beat you all up one by one and beat you all to scream."

"You will be the one who's going to scream! Ah!!" The moment Amelia retorted, she was beaten again. For a moment, she felt ashamed and resentful.

"Well, where are you burying your face?" He dug her face out of her arms. Patrick's breathing was a little disordered. If she continued to linger, he would be turned on.

Amelia pursed her lips and put her hands behind her butt. "Don't hit me again!"

Patrick wickedly asked, "Then are you going to tell me or not?"

Amelia gave in. "Maryanne went to the hospital today to see Milton."

"Oh? Didn't the Smith family keep an eye on her?"

Amelia shook her head and said, "I don't know. I left as soon as she came to Milton, so I didn't hear what they said."

Patrick stared at her and asked softly, "What do you want me to do for them?"

"I hope to find a chance to send Maryanne some money, is that okay?"

Because Amelia did not talk to Milton before she came back, she did not know that Milton had given all his cards to Maryanne.

"What's so difficult about that?" Patrick asked, "Is there anything else?"

Amelia tentatively asked, "Er... Can we find some people with better skills to go to the hospital to protect Milton?"

Patrick rubbed her body back and forth with his hands and agreed. "Okay."

Amelia immediately beamed with delight. "Mr. Hopper, you're really a good person!"

"Am I a good person?" Why didn't he feel it?

"Mm!" Amelia nodded with certainty.

Patrick looked into her sincere eyes and said from the bottom of his heart, "You're probably the only one who thinks that way."

"How could it be? Who in Apex Construction Corporation has a different idea?"

Patrick thought she was angry and didn't want to talk to him, but when she said that, he immediately showed a distressed expression, and his heart felt as sweet as honey.

The next second, he gently brushed her nervous eyebrows with his fingertips and murmured, "Amy, don't look at me like this."

[ Otherwise, I can't help but eat you up.]

Amelia blinked doubtfully. "What look is this?"

"A look that's begging to be pampered."

"..." It was clear that he was lusty, wasn't he?

Two days later—

Maryanne once again met Jarvy in front of the hotel.

This time he didn't bring roses, but instead, he brought lilies, haha.

When he saw her, he immediately walked forward and said with deep affection and sincerity, "Maryanne, this bunch of flowers is for you. I hope it won't be wrong this time."

Maryanne didn't take it and remained unmoved. "Mr. Tomson, seeing that you've helped me last time, I'll say it again. Don't have any thoughts on me. I have a boyfriend!"

"I know." Jarvy's smile did not change. "I didn't say that I want to have anything to do with you. Maryanne, you don't have to be so afraid, do you?"

"Then this flower..."

"If you don't like it, I'll deal with it."

After Jarvy finished speaking, he threw the beautiful lily bouquet into the nearby trash can and instantly attracted two or three passers-by's surprised eyes.

Seeing this, Maryanne did not feel anything at all. Anyway, this did not cost her money... Oh no, it did not cost Milton's money... No no, Milton's money was her money!

Jarvy clapped his hands and said, "Maryanne, just tell me what you like, so that I won’t buy it wrong next time."

Maryanne shook her head warily.

"I like it most when you just act as you please. You are so straightforward!" Jarvy said with a half-truthful tone.

Maryanne asked, "That's why you're willing to help me?"

Jarvy smiled and said, "Last time when we were at the hospital, I had already offended Hobart once. I don't mind offending him again. After all, we are friends."

Maryanne was silent for a moment before she rejected the idea. "Although you said so, I still can't go back."

Jarvy slightly frowned, but it seemed that he was not displeased but sad. "Don't you believe me?"

I don't.

Maryanne narrowed her eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "I don't believe my brother. It's just a birthday. When I'm officially together with Milton, I'll make it up to him."

Jarvy was slightly stunned. It seemed that Hobart was right. Maryanne was so in love with the man with the last name Cook that she could even abandon her own family.

No wonder Hobart was so angry that he ordered his men to cripple the man with the last name Cook. If he had a younger sister who was in love with such a man, he would have given his men an even more cruel lesson!

On the surface, Jarvy pretended to sigh. "Well, I won't force you. But I think you should call Hobart and wish him a happy birthday. Is that okay?"

Maryanne's fingertips moved slightly. Yesterday, she used Milton's money to buy a new phone. However, she could not take it out now, in case Jarvy pestered her for her number.

So she said, "My mobile phone is at home. Did you bring a mobile phone?"

A trace of ridicule emerged from the bottom of Jarvy's heart. Was she not willing to let him know that she had bought a mobile phone?

However, Hobart's men had already told him about her shopping for her phone yesterday.

They even said that before she bought the mobile phone, she went to the bank first. It was not hard to guess where the money came from knowing that she had gone to the hospital to see the man with the last name Cook the day before yesterday.

"Yes, I'll lend it to you." Jarvy took out his phone generously.

After Maryanne dialed Hobart's cell phone number according to the number she remembered, a voice called "Mr. Torrison" sounded from the opposite side.

Maryanne replied, "It's me."

"Maryanne?" Hobart paused, "Are you with Jarvy now?"

Maryanne did not deny it. "He's here to tell me that it's your birthday today."

Hobart roared, "Since when did you have to ask someone to tell you about my birthday? Maryanne, are you trying to anger me to death?!"

"In short, happy birthday." Maryanne said stiffly and wanted to hang up the phone.

Hobart shouted from a distance as if he was aware of her intentions, "Wait a minute, I still have something else to say!"