Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1933

"Let me see." Amelia took the needle basket from Alice's hand and opened her left hand. There were wounds left by the needle on her thumb and index finger, which should have been accidentally left on her left hand when she was sewing clothes with her right hand.

Seeing that Amelia was unhappy, Alice hurriedly comforted her. "I'm not good at sewing. Plus, I'm old and my eyes are a bit weak. That's why it's like this. Next time, I'll be careful."

"Alice, don't say that..."

Amelia didn't want to hear that the family she cherished was getting older. Even if this was a fact, she would still feel distressed.

"Alice, you should plant flowers instead. Leave these things to the fashion designer."

Alice asked somewhat aggrievedly, "Amelia, are you looking down on me?"

Amelia quickly denied it. "No, my heart aches for you! A beautiful and elegant lady like you should be taken care of by others. You shouldn't do these things."

Alice smiled, "I've been planting flowers for my entire life. I'm tired of it a long time ago and now I want to make some practical contributions to my descendants. Amelia, I hope you can understand my intentions."

Hearing this, Amelia had to swallow her advice and said instead, "Then I'll apply medicine to you."

Alice softly stopped her and said, "They are all cured, so you don't have to apply the medicine to my wounds. Otherwise, with slippery hands, it's not convenient for me to make clothes."

Amelia immediately became dissatisfied after she heard it. "You just left your wounds like this with such a thinking, right? Do you want me to feel sorry or guilty?"

Upon hearing this, Alice hurriedly said, "Alright, alright. I'll just let you do whatever you want, okay?"

Amelia was satisfied. "That's more like it.

Wait for me. I'll go to the door and ask the servants to send the ointment. I'll be back soon."

Alice's eyes could not help but become teary under the tender care of Amelia. She thought that she was too sentimental, but she just could not help it.

Amelia put ointment and Band-Aids on Alice's hand. When she looked up, she found that there was something wrong with Alice. "Alice, what's wrong with you?"

Alice said self- deprecatingly, "Maybe it's because Brittany is too insensible that when you treat me a little better, I can't help being too moved."

"Alice..." Amelia didn't know how to comfort her for a while. She could only keep rubbing her shoulders with her hand.

Fortunately, Alice quickly returned to normal. "It's getting late. Let's go and call your father and Patrick for dinner."

"Well, they would forget the time when playing chess. If it weren't for someone reminding them every time, they would have starved to death." "That's right." Alice smiled and said. Then they walked to the living room together.

As expected, the old man and the young man were still playing chess.

Amelia had recovered from the embarrassment. At this time, she was asking naturally, "Dad, Mr. Hopper, can you stop now? Let's have dinner."

Hearing this, Patrick let out a sigh of relief. He was a little tired because of George, who was in high spirits today. After all, he had to deal with a lot of things in the company every day. He had to play chess with George after he returned from work recently.

Playing chess required a lot of focus. Previously, when George was playing chess and daydreaming, he still had time to rest. Unlike today, when George's firepower was fully unleashed, he had no choice but to concentrate on dealing with him.

"Okay, got it." Patrick pinched the back of her smooth hand.

When Amelia and Alice left, Patrick heard George say thoughtfully, "I thought that Amelia would always be angry with you."

Recalling what he had just done, Patrick could not help looking like he enjoyed it a lot. "It won't happen. Amy has always been a good girl. She's always able to self-digest herself unless it's related to her principles." George's heart was filled with jealousy. "You are very lucky. In the past, she was as stubborn as a donkey in front of me. Only you can see her soft side."

Patrick joked, "Dad, why do you sound so jealous? I remember that you were the one who introduced Amy to me. Shouldn't you be happy that you've found her the right man?"

George choked and said, "When you become a father, you will understand this feeling."

Patrick said playfully, "It's a pity that Ellison is a boy. I will never feel this."

"Let Amelia give birth to another girl! Then one day you will be able to feel how it feels to have the daughter you raised for so long being taken away."

"Taken away?" Patrick held the chess piece with a faint smile. "But you picked me yourself, dad."

George gave him an angry stare. "I was wondering why you're more stubborn than Amelia. This is a metaphor! Do you still want to play chess?"

"Yes, right away."

Patrick smiled and placed his chess piece. George immediately laughed and patted his thigh as he said, "You were busy arguing with me. This time, you made a mistake, didn't you?"

Patrick looked carefully and realized that he made a wrong move. He couldn't help but show an upset expression. "Dad, I didn't pay attention. Can you let me take back my move?"