Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1974

"Amelia, what happened over there?" Milton asked on the other end of the phone when he heard the commotion.

"Nothing, something just fell over. Wait a minute."

After giving him a reply, Amelia temporarily put down her phone and asked Nora, who was standing in front of the cabinet, "Sister-in-law, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Nora stared at the supplements which were still falling from the cabinet and said regretfully, "If I had known that you have so many supplements, I would've brought something else."

After a pause, she said, "Go on talking on the phone, don't worry about me."

"Okay," Amelia answered and put the phone back to her ear. She asked Milton, "Well, how many years was Jarvy sentenced again?"

"Five years," Milton answered immediately.

Obviously, he had been waiting on the other side.

"Five years?" Amelia studied criminal law before, so she clearly knew that Jarvy had been convicted heavily. She guessed that Patrick had added fuel to the fire.

She then asked, "Five years is not a short period of time for an attempted rapist. Can Maryanne accept this?"

"Yes, Maryanne said the same thing," Milton said.

"That's good."

Milton sighed with emotion, "I was worried that she would be dissatisfied with the verdict result, so I was prepared to file an appeal."

"What are you going to do next?"

"I'm arranging to go abroad."

"Really?" Amelia's expression suddenly became serious. "When are you going to set off?"

"Let's talk about this later. Maryanne and I both want to wait until Cicily is born and take a look at him first before leaving. After all, he is my foster son. How can I not give him a gift? What if he doesn't recognize me after he becomes sensible?"

"Well, it's such a happy thing. Don't make it sound so sad. You and I grew up together. How can my son forget you?"

Milton could not help but smile in relief when he heard that.

At the end of his words, Milton said, "Amelia, you have someone by your side, I won't bother you anymore. I'll visit you another day."

Amelia was fine with that.

After the call ended, Amelia looked at Nora.

At some point, Nora had already picked up all the supplements that had fallen to the ground and put them away. At this moment, she was looking at her teasingly, "I heard them all. Someone wants to be Sicily's godfather."

Amelia had nothing to be afraid of. "Yeah, Milton is my best male friend and has always been taking good care of me. That's why I want Sicily to take him as his godfather." Nora nodded in agreement. "You're so lovable. Who wouldn't want to take care of you?"

Amelia felt helpless. "Sister- in- law, stop teasing me."

Nora said, "I heard that Mr. Cook was also your pursuer, right?"

Amelia nodded honestly.

"Look." Nora's tone was more convincing than the truth. "With that beautiful Mr. Wright, it's no wonder Patrick is always jealous. If it was me, I would be jealous too."

Amelia blinked at her and said, "So, I won't tell him about it. I hope you can keep it a secret for me."

Nora decided to help her. "No problem."

However, the next second, a voice came from the door. "Amy, what do you want sister-in-law to keep a secret for you?"

Hearing that, not only was Amelia shocked, Nora also looked back.

She saw Patrick walking toward them, but his eyes had been fixed on Amelia.

Nora was stunned and said, "Amelia, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do at home, so I will go back first. Patrick, take good care of her."

Amelia tried to stop her from leaving. "Sister-in-law! Didn't you just arrive? Are you going back so soon?"

"Are you kidding me? Now you want me to face Patrick alone? How much did he hear just now?"

Nora glanced at Patrick's face. It was probably because she was feeling guilty, so she felt a little cold.

After thinking for a while, she said, "I have no choice. I suddenly remembered that the gas at home was not turned off. What if Andrew or Ashley go to the kitchen to play after they finish school? I'll go back first. You don't have to see me off. Bye."

After saying that, Nora turned around and left. She no longer had any sense of loyalty.

Patrick sat down and blocked Amelia's sight. "Go ahead. What are you hiding from me?"

Amelia's watery eyes flickered slightly. "It's not a big deal. It's not worth mentioning."

"Since it's a small matter, there's no need to keep it a secret."

Patrick put his arms around his chest and leaned forward, making him look more threatening. "If you don't want to tell me, I'll ask my sister-in-law. Do you want me to make things difficult for her?"

"Fine, I'll tell you." Amelia chose to be frank. "Cicily has a godfather."

Patrick frowned and asked, "Who?"

"Milton." As soon as Amelia answered, she saw Patrick's cold face.

She couldn't help feeling a little regretful. No one knew if it was because she regretted letting Milton be Sicily's godfather, or because she regretted telling this to Patrick.

Patrick lowered his voice and asked, "Amy, since it is such an important thing, why didn't you discuss it with me in advance? Are you disrespecting me?"

Amelia reached out and tugged his sleeve. "I'm sorry. Milton was injured and I said this to make him happy."

Amelia asked, "Can't I coax you with a kiss?"

"No." Patrick decided to stand firm. Otherwise, she would not know who was the head of the family.

"What about this?" Amelia took his hand and pressed it on her body.

Patrick narrowed his eyes.

She once again approached him and said, "Although my body is still not in good condition, you can still touch it."

Patrick knew he had to hold it in, but he couldn't help it.

When he finally came to his senses, he had already kissed her and touched her. His little wife leaned weakly in his arms and raised her small, attractive face to ask him, "Are you happy now?"

After Patrick pinched his thigh to recover his consciousness, he shook his head tenaciously, indicating that he was still angry.

"Then there's nothing I can do." Amelia pushed him away as she tidied up her clothes. "Do whatever you want, but let's not talk before you cool down."

Patrick was shocked. "What did you say?"

"I made you angry, didn't I? You don't even want to see me now. In that case, I won't force you. You can go."

Amelia said and turned her pretty face away. She was just like a ruthless man.

Patrick could not help feeling depressed: Did he need to comfort her now?

But if he left now, wasn't it exactly what this little woman wanted?

So Patrick did not leave.

As for Amelia, she did not say a word.

They stayed silent for a while. A doctor came in to check Amelia's condition. Seeing that the atmosphere was a little bit depressing, he could not help but feel confused.

After all, everyone in the department knew that Mr. Patrick doted on his wife a lot. What was going on now?

Although he was thinking, the doctor did not dare to say more. After recording all the physical indicators for Amelia, he was ready to leave.

All of a sudden, Amelia frowned and whined. She seemed to feel uncomfortable.

"What's wrong, Amy?" Patrick hastened to hold her shoulder. When he felt that she was shaking slightly, he quickly turned to the doctor who had not left yet and said, "Come here! Check on Amy!"

The doctor hurried over to ask, "Mrs. Hopper, what's wrong with you?"

"My calf..." Amelia pointed at her right leg and replied, "It should be a cramp."

"I'll give you a massage," said the doctor. He was about to start when Patrick pulled him away.