Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1950

Seeing that they had drunk the sobering soup, Amelia asked, "Dad, how was your reunion with old friends?"

After putting down the bowl, George patted Patrick's shoulder and said very happily to his eldest daughter, "Yes, Patrick has made me proud. All my old friends are fighting for him."

Amelia blinked and asked, "Everyone is fighting for him? What does that mean?"

"That's... ugh..." George then realized that he had lost himself in pride and almost spilled the beans. He could not help but look at Patrick as if asking for help.

Patrick said, "What dad meant is that they all want to take me as their son."

"I see." Amelia was fooled by him. "You are so excellent and handsome. It's not surprising that they want to take you as their son."

After secretly giving Patrick a thumbs up, George said, "But I didn't agree. Such an excellent son can only be mine!"

Amelia saw that her father was in high spirits and quickly replied, "Yes, no one can compete with you."

George then said, "Amelia, he has drunk too much wine for me. You better bring him back to his room to rest..."

As he spoke, George noticed the clock on the wall. He could not help but be shocked. "Oh, dear! It's 2:30! Patrick, how about your work?!"

Patrick said lightly, "It doesn't matter, dad. I have nothing urgent to settle in the afternoon. I'll take a rest at home."

"Really?" George still felt apologetic.

Patrick said, "Do you need me to let my secretary show you my schedule?"

"There's no need." George waved his hand and said, "Then you should rest in Amelia's room this afternoon. I'm a little sleepy, so I'll go back to my room and rest first."

Patrick nodded.

Amelia said, "Dad, Alice is taking a nap in the room. We should be gentle when we enter." Hearing her words, George knew that she wanted to guard him and Alice. He could not help but shake his head and said, "Amelia, Alice and I have made it clear many times.

We won't commit suicide. If you really don't trust me, you can let the servants come in and guard me. Now you'd better stay with Patrick. He performed very well today!"

As Patrick slept on the sofa every night, George specially won some welfare for him.

After glancing at her lover, Amelia said to George, "Dad, I have said that after Cicily is born, I will naturally share the same room with Mr. Hopper. As for now, I still have to guard you."

Patrick wasn't surprised by her reply. If she didn't persevere, then she wouldn't be the Amy he knew anymore.

George looked at Patrick somewhat guiltily. If it were not for him and Alice, they would not have slept in different rooms all this while.

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In the afternoon, Amelia saw George and his wife wake up one after another. She could not help but ask sweetly, "Dad, Alice, how's your sleep?"

Alice smiled softly and said, "You and Patrick take turns to guard us everyday. Your father and I sleep well."

"It's just that Patrick has been suffering for a long time to sleep in a different room from you. I feel bad about that," George said as he sighed.

Amelia walked to George, tugged at the sleeves of his pajamas, and said coquettishly, "Dad, you keep mentioning Patrick now. I'm jealous of him."

George couldn't help but laugh. "Why are you jealous?"

"Because..." Amelia put her arms around his shoulder and put her little head on it. "I am your daughter."

George's heart had melted by her action. He could not help but extend a finger and lightly touch the tip of her nose. "This will never change."

Alice looked at them softly. The next second, Amelia reached out her hand and said softly,

"I want Alice to hug me too."

At this time, there was a George between Amelia and Alice. If Alice wanted to hold Amelia, she would have to bypass George, or she would have to hug George too.

In the end, Alice chose to hug George together.

It was the first time for the three of them to hug each other like this. This feeling was very wonderful. It seemed that just by hugging each other like this, infinite warmth and energy could be gathered.

Amelia couldn't help but feel regret. She should have hugged this lonely and helpless couple as soon as she could!

"Dad, Alice..." She couldn't help sighing. "Never leave me alone, otherwise, I will be afraid..."

Even if she had become Patrick's wife and Ellison's mother, her family was still an irreplaceable shelter in her heart. She cherished her parents and hoped that they would treasure themselves too.

George could feel her slightly trembling. It was a kind of soul shuddering. He suddenly felt extremely sorry.

During this period of time, she had been scared, fearing that they would have done something wrong, but they neglected that she needed someone to take care of her most. "Amelia, I'm sorry. I let you worry during this period of time."

Amelia said, "As long as you and Alice are well, it is worth it."

Amelia smoothly replied, "Good, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing."

Outside the private room, he heard George say, "The dead are dead, and the alive are still alive." This made him slightly distracted.

Amelia heard nothing from him, so she said, "Oh, is there anything else?"

"No more." Patrick held her in his arms, pecked her on the nape, and immediately let go of her. "Okay, I'm going to take a bath."

Amelia felt that he was too easy-going this time. Usually, he would take the opportunity to make things difficult for her before he stopped. But no matter what, she wished he would bully her less.

Three days later, in Roxxon Corporation.

The secretary was reporting to Patrick, "Mr. Hopper, of the ten construction masters you asked me to contact, except for the five last time, the other five have all arrived at the company. Do you have time to see them now?"

"What?!" The first one to react was not Patrick, but Kaiden, who was in the same office as him. "The ten masters are all here?!"

The secretary clearly heard Kaiden's question, but she turned her back to him and did not speak.

It was not until Patrick nodded to her that she turned around and said to Kaiden, "Yes, the other five masters have arrived."

Kaiden's eyes were as round as a little hamster's. "How did this happen?!"

Generally speaking, the more capable and conceptual the master was, the less he could tolerate the intervention of other peers. Patrick, on the other hand, obviously wanted ten masters to jointly complete a masterpiece. How did he convince them?

The secretary smiled and did not speak.

At this time, Patrick said, "Haven't I told you that money makes the mare go? Even a world-famous master has to pay for a meal."

Kaiden subconsciously asked, "How much did you spend to hire them?"

Patrick said lightly, ”1 spent more on them than you."

Kaiden was angry. "B*stard! I offered myself to you for free! Of course, you don't have to pay!"

Patrick still did not tell him how much it cost in total, in case this boy felt unbalanced and started a quarrel again. After all, they were in the same industry, but their prices were vastly different. It was really too unfair.