Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1997

A few seconds later, the bathroom door opened, revealing a handsome face that had been cleaned up.

Perhaps it was because he was "fed" last night. At this time, Patrick looked energetic, more energetic than drinking coffee.

After stepping out of the bathroom, he placed one hand on Amelia’s head and looked at her. "Amy, can you help me pick out a set of clothes?"

Amelia wanted to help but couldn't. "Both of my hands are occupied carrying Cicily. You can choose by yourself. You're handsome no matter what you wear."

Patrick shot a glance at Ellison, who was lying in her embrace like a helpless bear. He teased himself, "I'm not important after I have a son."

Amelia knocked his chest with her thin shoulder and urged, "Well, put on your clothes. I'm hungry."

Patrick knew his wife was hungry, so he didn't want to tease her anymore. After dressing up as quickly as possible, he opened the door for them gentlemanly and said, "Let's go, dear."

When they went downstairs, they saw Alice sitting alone on the sofa and arranging the flowers.

"Good morning, Alice." Amelia and Patrick both greeted her.

Following the sound, Alice looked at them. Seeing Amelia wearing a man's bathrobe, she couldn't help pausing and then looked at Patrick.

Seeing that his eyes were full of satisfaction, Alice knew that Amelia had comforted him last night. It was indeed worthy of her arrangement.

Thinking of this, the smile on Alice's face couldn't help but deepen. "Good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

Patrick curled his lips and answered before Amelia did. "We 'slept' very well. Thank you for your concern, Alice."

Upon hearing this, Alice seemed to have thought of something. She suddenly waved to Amelia and said, 'Amelia, come over and let me hug Cicily."

Amelia walked over.

Along the way, Alice said to Patrick, "Patrick, could you please go to the kitchen and ask the chef to make a pot of black tea?"

"Yes." Patrick answered, but he knew clearly in his heart that Alice was deliberately sending him away. Generally, such errands only needed to be done by servants.

However, since they were whispering to each other, he shouldn't get close to them.

When Patrick turned to the kitchen, Amelia had already come to Alice with her son in her arms.

"Alice, you can carry Cicily." She really thought that Alice wanted to give her grandson a hug, so she raised her hand to let the little guy go.

After Alice received Cicily, she first played with him. Then, she raised her head and asked Amelia, "Amelia, tell me honestly, last night, you and Patrick... did you..."

Amelia heard her implication and said, "Yes, but not the last step."

Alice relaxed and said, "That's good."

In the end, he asked again before Patrick came back, "Have you calmed Patrick down?"

"Mm," Amelia said shyly.

Alice was relieved and asked, "Did you wear the dress I left in your wardrobe last night?"

Speaking of this, Amelia was even more embarrassed. "Yes, but..."

Alice gently asked, "But what?"

Amelia said honestly after biting her lips, "I'm sorry, Alice. The nightdress you prepared for me, it... it was torn."

Hearing that, Alice smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. It is within my expectation."

"Huh?" Amelia was taken aback.

Alice rarely blinked at her. "Patrick is a beast at first sight, isn't he?"

Amelia couldn't refute and nodded, and then she thought, "Alice, will dad do this to you too?"

Alice was so slobbered that she began to cough lightly. A faint blush appeared on his cheeks. "You can't ask about this!"

Was this embarrassment reaction?

Amelia chuckled and put her arm around Alice's shoulder. "Alright, Alice, I won't ask. Where's Dad?"

Alice stroked her chest and said gracefully, "Your father went to play golf with his friend early in the morning. Before leaving, he told the chef not to leave him lunch. He will probably come back in the afternoon."

"I see..." Amelia smiled slightly. "That's good. Dad's body is getting better day by day. He should go outdoor for more exercise. Otherwise, the people outside will think that dad is dying."

"Well, I think so too."

Amelia subconsciously looked at Alice's hair and saw that some of her white hair had sprouted out again. She could not help but feel nervous. "Alice, you can also go out for a walk with your friends. It's so boring to stay at home all day."

Alice, however, said unexpectedly, "No worries. This is the life I have been looking forward to the most in my life."

Amelia looked at her smile in a daze. She suddenly recalled that she had said that as long as the family could live well together, it would be a great happiness for her.

At this time, Patrick personally brought over a pot of black tea, put it down, and said, "Alice, the tea you want is here."

Alice had just finished asking all the questions, so she looked at him and said gently, "Sorry to trouble you, Patrick.”

Amelia said, "By the time the police arrive, you might have already been caught by him!"

"No, that won't happen," Sierra said calmly. "I can ask the security to come help first."

Amelia had to start from the side. "Well, let's not talk about you first. Let's talk about Milton and Maryanne. What if Hobart kidnapped you and threatened Milton to take Maryanne back to the Northville?

"In that case, wouldn't they have escaped for nothing? Besides, since the Home of Smith could send someone to hurt Milton once, they could also send someone to hurt him twice. Aunt Sierra, do you really have the heart to do that?"

This time, Sierra fell silent.

Amelia saw that it was possible and immediately added, "Aunt Sierra, I was wrong before, so I agreed to let you stay in the Northville. However, in fact, Hobart is very ferocious."

"If it weren't for Mr. Hopper sending people to guard the Home of Cook, Hobart would have broken in!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she cried in a low voice, "Amelia, what did you say?" "Don't you know, Aunt Sierra?" Amelia thought for a while and said, "I think Milton didn't want you to worry too much, so he didn't tell you." "He... indeed didn't mention this to me."

"So, Aunt Sierra, Hobart is going crazy for Maryanne! Do you still remember Jarvy?

"His lifeblood was destroyed by Hobart in the police station just because he almost raped Maryanne. If Milton exposes his whereabouts because of you, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

This was not made up by Amelia, but the fact. Hobart was now afraid of Patrick, so he didn't dare to act rashly. Once Patrick withdrew from the Home of Cook, Hobart would definitely take action!

For a moment, apart from the chaotic breathing, there were no other sounds from

Sierra's side.

Amelia waited patiently.

After a long while, Sierra sighed and said, "In that case, I will go with them..."

Hearing this, Amelia suddenly turned from worry to joy. "Did I mishear Aunt Sierra? Have you really changed your mind?!"

"Well, I can't be of much help and I can't become a burden to their happiness, can I?"

She was half self-deprecating.

"Don't say that, Aunt Sierra! I know I'm forcing you to make this decision, but I'm sure Milton and Maryanne will be very filial to you! If they don't treat you well, feel free to come to me. I'll take care of you!" Amelia promised, patting her chest.

Sierra could not help but laugh. "Thank you, Amelia. I feel much more at ease with your words."

Amelia smiled and said, "Aunt Sierra, you must keep your word. Otherwise, Milton will think that we worked together to deceive him."