Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1962

"After all, it's about you. I should come and see."

Amelia said with a smile, "But I think it's not a big deal to see you two are so intimate."

Milton touched the back of his heated ears and giggled, "Maryanne doesn't feel secure, sol..."

"So you? We don't care." Patrick cut in.

Milton looked at him speechlessly.

At this time, Amelia asked, "Have you caught the bad guys?"

Milton nodded. "They've all been caught. When Maryanne has enough rest. I'll accompany her to identify the culprit."

"Okay, if there's anything you need help with, feel free to ask." Although the Ramsay Family could not compare to the Hopper Family, they could still help.

"Okay, I got it." Milton and Amelia didn't say thanks. They could understand each other with just one look.

Upon seeing this, Patrick frowned slightly.

"Since there is no problem here, Mr. Hopper and I will go back first."

Amelia could tell that Maryanne wasn't willing to have any contact with them. In other words, Maryanne wasn't willing to face Patrick.

She could understand Maryanne's feelings.

Patrick had hurt her and helped her. Maryanne should be in a dilemma whether to hate him or be grateful to him.

Hearing that his wife wanted to go back, Patrick couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, I'll send you downstairs," Milton said thoughtfully.

"No." Patrick grabbed Amelia's shoulder and said to Milton in an absolutely possessive manner, "You'd better stay and take care of your girlfriend.”

Milton could only look apologetically at Amelia, and she smiled with understanding.

"Mr. Hopper is right. Maryanne has just escaped from danger. You'd better stay with her all the time. Call me if you need anything. Goodbye."

"I will. Goodbye."

Looking at Patrick and Amelia walking away together, Milton could finally stop caring.

It was as if the compass had finally returned to its original position and everyone had found the right direction in life.

★

When Maryanne saw Milton return, she emerged from the blanket. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and she looked at him in tears. "Dear, they... are gone?"

Milton approached her and said, "Yes."

Maryanne breathed a sigh of relief or something. "That... I didn't mean to ignore them. I just didn't know what I had to say to them, especially Patrick. Every time he looked at me, he looked like he was going to tear me apart. I really didn't dare to provoke him."

Milton said, "I know. He hurt you before. It's normal for you to stay away from him."

Maryanne gave a light "hmm" and asked, "By the way, Amelia came specially to visit me. Did you say thank you to her for me?"

Milton nodded, "Yes." In fact, no, but he believed that Amelia would understand.

"That's good." Maryanne didn't want to appear so ignorant, so she said, "Next time when I have the chance, I'll thank her in person. However, it's best to choose the time when Patrick is away."

Hearing that, Milton couldn't help but feel distressed.

After Jarvy had done such a bad thing to Maryanne, she even had the courage to identify him. But for Patrick, she avoided him like a ghost. It could be seen how much psychological shadow he had left on her.

However, he was also a part of the shadow.

After a silent sigh, he reached out to rub her head and said softly, "Don't worry, you will have a chance to say thanks to Amelia in person."

"Mm," Maryanne was relieved to see that he had no intention of blaming her.

In any case, when it came to personal principles, she would not be able to compare to Amelia for the rest of her life. However, as long as Milton did not despise her, it would be fine.

*

"Amy." On the way home, she heard Patrick, who was driving, ask casually, "What were you communicating with that guy just now by looking at him like that?"

Hearing this, Amelia put on a strange expression. "That guy?"

Patrick pretended not to care. "That guy."

"Who is it?" Amelia looked down at her nails.

"The guy with the last name Cook." Patrick finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Amelia raised her head and looked at him. "Can't you say his name properly? You call him that guy and the guy with the last name Cook. People who don't know it may think he is your enemy.”

Patrick snorted. "I always hate him."

If Amelia had heard this before, she might have taken it seriously. But after tonight's incident, she completely understood that he was being stubborn. "Mr. Hopper, you..."

He had his own pride. He helped Milton and the others, but he still pretended to be disdainful of them. "Does it do you any good? Does it make you look cool?"

There was an awkward look on Patrick's face, but then it became more serious. "Don't interrupt and answer my question."

"Okay, okay, I'll answer you," Amelia said, "I just communicated with Milton with eyes. Maybe he wanted to thank me, but he thought that there was no need to be so polite with me, so he just thanked me with his eyes."

"Then you guys must have a tacit understanding." Patrick felt uncomfortable with this kind of tacit understanding.

"Sigh." Amelia suddenly let out a sigh.

Amelia tilted her head and prevented him from touching her. "If you do this again, I will be angry."

Patrick froze for a moment. Then he loosened his teeth and held her tighter. "Don't be angry.

I didn't mean it."

Amelia asked, "What are you referring to?"

Patrick was silent for a moment and replied, "Everything."

Amelia smiled at him and asked, "Mr. Hopper, can you tell me why you covered my eyes when Milton and Maryanne kissed each other?"

"I don't know. The situation at that time made me react like that."

"In fact, if you want me to have a grudge against Milton, shouldn't you let me watch him and Maryanne kiss each other? Or,

You are worried that I will be sad, unhappy, and jealous because of the scene of Milton kissing Maryanne, so you covered my eyes subconsciously?"

Patrick was silent.

Amelia said to herself, “I won't. Even if Milton and I are childhood sweethearts, I will bless him from the bottom of my heart when I see him together with the girl he likes."

The kind of psychology that a little girl had her toy stolen had long been destroyed by However, it must be said that Mr. Hopper was very thoughtful. He was obviously jealous, but he still took her feelings into consideration the first time.

The next second, Amelia felt that Patrick rubbed his nose against the back of her neck as he said self-deprecatingly, "Amy, I think I'm sick the moment I see you..."

After he said that, he let go of her as if everything was just an illusion. He was the mature man who was strategizing again. "Well, let's go home."

"Is he sick?"

In fact, she also had an illness which originated from possessiveness.

However, she could completely control it, but he could not control it.

Once, she was scared by his almost sick possessiveness. Now, while trying to help him correct it, she felt lovely that it was good to have someone who loved her so much.

While she was thinking, Amelia had already gotten out of the car. She rushed to the man opposite the car and said, "Mr. Hopper, are you full tonight? When we're back, I'll cook something for you."

Patrick helplessly found that he became happy because of her words. "Okay, I want to eat egg noodles!"

"Just egg noodles?" While speaking, Amelia had come to his side and intimately hooked his arm.

Patrick thought, "I still want to hug you. I'm afraid you won't let me."

*

At the same time.

Hobart arrived at the police station as fast as lightning after he learned from Milton that Jarvy was at the police station.