Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1860

As soon as he got off work at noon, Patrick drove home immediately.

The first thing he did after arriving home was to rush to the refrigerator. As a result, he opened it and found that the silver silk rolls and beans cake inside were all in good condition.

He did not give up and took them out to count. He found that Amy had not touched them at all.

For a moment, Patrick was so angry that he even wanted to smash them!

"It's been a day and a night. Is Amy still angry? Does she really want to ignore me for a week? How can she be so cruel?"

Several thoughts ran through Patrick's mind. The more he thought, the more he couldn't calm down.

He felt like a good man who had met a bad girl and he had pleased her in every way, but she still ignored him.

It was not Patrick's temperament to await his doom. He immediately took the snack box in his hand and went upstairs to find his wife.

This time, Patrick simply opened the door with his key. He thought he couldn't be at a disadvantage as soon as he showed up, could he?

"Amy!" Just as he was about to charge in, he saw Amelia changing her clothes.

Her pajamas fell softly on her ankles, and a body of skin as smooth as satin came into his eyes, which made his eyes widen.

"Close, close the door!"

At this moment, Amelia didn't care about the fact that she would not talk to him for a week. Thinking that there was a chef at home, she immediately shouted uneasily.

Almost at the same time, Patrick slammed the door and asked in a hoarse voice, "Amy, what are you doing?"

"Get changed and go out!" Amelia said, quickly picking up the dress on the bed and putting it on.

Seeing that she had worn her dress, Patrick asked with pity, "Where are you going?"

After dressing up, Amelia stopped talking.

Patrick really wanted to spank her a few times. "Even if you don't want to talk to me, you should at least tell me where you want to go. Why don't you answer me with a nod or shake your head?"

Amelia hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

"Do you want to go to the hospital to see your father?"

Amelia shook her head.

"Does that mean you want to go back to the Hopper Mansion to see your grandparents?"

Amelia shook her head again.

"Did Jessica ask you out shopping?"

Patrick frowned slightly. He stood at the door, refusing to let her go. "Then tell me where you want to go, or I won't let you go out."

Amelia tried to push him, but he did not yield an inch. He only looked at her with a pair of eyes so sharp that it made people's hair stand on end.

Amelia was stopped by him. "Today is the day of Milton's discharge from the hospital. I'm going to pick him up with Aunt Sierra. Can you step aside?"

Hearing this, Patrick thought he might as well not ask.

"Amy..."

Before he spoke, Amelia interrupted, "If you say anything strange again, I will not talk to you for two weeks!"

Patrick thought, "What the f*ck can I say?"

After taking a deep breath, he smiled and said, "Okay, then you can go. You'd better ask him when he plans to take Maryanne to elope."

In this way, he would be relieved.

Upon hearing the word elopement, Amelia thought of something but still kept a straight face, abide by her principles.

Knowing who she was going to meet, Patrick did not stop her again. He leaned over and said, "Let's have lunch downstairs, and I'll take you out personally."

Amelia was just about to shake her head when Patrick suddenly handed her a snack box that he had been holding in his hand. "And you didn't see this, did you? It doesn't matter. I brought it for you personally. Do you want to eat one now?"

Amelia looked at the package of the snack box, and her face was full of complex emotions. How could she not see it? He said that it was in the refrigerator before he went to work today.

Seeing her expression, Patrick felt a little better. It seemed that his wife was not as indifferent as she looked.

"Amy?"

Hearing this, Amelia silently reached out and took over the snack box. Although she did not say anything, judging from her attitude, she had accepted it.

A smile appeared on Patrick's face. He said in a particularly sexy voice, "My dear Amy."

Amelia felt a little embarrassed by his provocation and hurried to walk past him in case her heart would waver.

At the same time-

When Maryanne received the call from Milton saying that he would leave the hospital today, she immediately put on the wig that she had bought in advance and put on a cap as well as a pair of dark sunglasses. She dressed completely different from usual too.

When she looked at herself in front of the mirror, she smiled with satisfaction. "Even I can't recognize myself. I don't believe that my brother's men can recognize me!"

Perhaps... she could turn this disadvantage into an advantage!

Thinking of this, Maryanne couldn't help smiling and said to the person in front of her, "Jarvy, thank you!"

Jarvy asked confusedly, "Maryanne, what did you thank me for?"

How could Maryanne possibly tell him the truth? "Thank you for coming to visit me these past few days. Sending me flowers and accompanying me to dinner. I've never made a confidante in my life. You're the first!"

Hearing this, Jarvy said in his heart, "What I have to do is not only your confidante but also your man. I want you to offer your heart to me so as to comfort me with the hard work I have paid during this period!"

On the surface, he said with satisfaction, "It's my honor to be Maryanne's confidante."

"Let's go. I'll treat you to dinner." Since Jarvy had already recognized her, Maryanne decided to give up the plan to go to the hospital in case she alerted the enemy.

Jarvy looked at her suspiciously. 'This is the first time that you invite me to dinner. Can I ask why?"

"Do I need a reason to treat you to dinner? Looks like you're used to being rejected by me," Maryanne said as she waved her hand. "Forget it, forget about it."

"Don't be like that, Maryanne," Jarvy quickly said, "I'm just flattered. I don't mean anything else. Don't misunderstand."

"I think you're mistaken. I just want to treat you to a meal. What do you think I'm doing?" Maryanne looked at him inquiringly.

Jarvy let out a hollow laugh with a guilty conscience.

"Why aren't you speaking? Is my question difficult to answer?" Maryanne asked as she took off her cap and sunglasses and approached him.

Her makeup today was very bright and beautiful. At first glance, it seemed that she was several years older than her normal self, which was why there was a different charm on her.

For a moment, Jarvy was stunned.

When Maryanne saw him staring at her, she sneered and said, "I remember you said that no matter what help I ask of you, you wouldn't refuse. Is that so? "

Jarvy nodded uncontrollably. "Yes."

Maryanne asked, "Then why are you so nervous?" "I..." Jarvy hesitated and said, "I admit that there was a moment when I thought you wanted me to take you to Mr. Cook, so you wanted to invite me to dinner."

"Any man will have different ideas when the woman he likes flatters him for another man. So I asked more questions. If I made you unhappy, I apologize to you."

Hearing that, Maryanne stopped smiling. "I've emphasized to you many times not to waste any feelings on me. Otherwise, we won't even be friends. Do you still remember?"

Jarvy also became serious and said, "Maryanne, I have also said that I like you. I don't expect you to give me the same response. I just hope that you won't push me too far away."

Maryanne pinched the bridge of her nose and said, "Fine, whatever you like. Anyways, I've already made myself clear. What happens after that has nothing to do with me."