Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 2088

The next day.

Amelia woke up from an itch.

She took a closer look and found that it was Patrick who pinched a strand of her hair and swept it back and forth on her face. No wonder it was so itchy.

"You're awake?" Patrick held his head with one hand and looked at her with a smile.

Amelia responded with a "hmm" and turned around to sleep again.

Patrick was amused by her actions. He had wanted to tease her, but now he really wanted to wake her up.

He hugged her waist and turned her over. He coaxed her and said, "Baby, wake up."

"Uh, what are you doing?" Amelia, who had been harassed again and again, couldn't help but slap Patrick in the chest. This person was really too much. Couldn't he wait until she had slept enough?

Patrick stared at her wrinkled little face and asked with a faint smile, "Did you go to the bar last night? Was it fun?"

Hearing these words, Amelia suddenly felt a chill. She opened her eyes subconsciously and saw the dangerous smile on Patrick's face. She quickly perked up and explained, "I didn't go alone. Richard was with me!"

Patrick gently pinched her lower jaw with his two fingers and said, "Even if you have Richard to protect you, do you think you can go to places like bars where there are all kinds of people? Do you think you won't attract others to come to you?"

Amelia pouted. "I've booked a private room with Jessica. It was not dangerous at all!"

Patrick asked, "What if someone drugged your wine in advance?"

How could there be so many possibilities?

Amelia retorted in her heart. This man was obviously trying to find fault with her. "I've said that Richard was with us. In order to protect us, he didn't dare to drink at all." "How many pairs of eyes and hands does Richard have? What if..." "All right!" Amelia covered her ears with her hand and muttered, "Don't talk nonsense. You sound like an old man."

"What did you say?" Patrick's eyes turned cold. He didn't like it when Amelia said that he was old. That would make him feel a sense of crisis!

Amelia stuck out her tongue, indicating that she had covered her ears and could not hear anything.

Patrick simply pressed her under his body and raised his voice to threaten, "Take your hands away and talk to me. Otherwise, you will suffer later."

Amelia had to put her hands down beside her ears and looked at him pitifully, so that he couldn't bear to blame her.

Patrick looked at her and said, "You're already a child's mother, and yet you're still so immature."

Amelia was a little unconvinced. Why was she immature just because she went to a bar to drink? Did she have to be like the rich women in the upper class and stay at home all day long? Except for formal drinking sessions, she couldn't go anywhere else?

Just as she was lost in thought, she was suddenly pinched by Patrick. She immediately glared at him. As a result, the man pinched her again and said to her, "Your elasticity is good."

Shameless!

Amelia was angry, but once this person made up his mind to teach her a lesson, he would not care whether she was angry or crying!

She had no choice but to reason with him. "Then tell me, can't I go to a bar in the future?" "There's nothing good about that place. Besides, what kind of wine do we not have at home? Why do you have to go to that foggy place?"

At this time, Patrick was like a strict leader of a family. If he didn't allow it, it meant that he didn't allow it. Although he did it for Amelia's sake, it was inevitable that he would make her unhappy.

"Oh! You can go to the bar with your friends, but we women can't go, can we?"

Patrick narrowed his eyes. "Is that what I mean? Hmm?"

Amelia muttered, "I think you are an old-fashioned man who values men more than women."

"Well, it's not bad." After tasting a piece of salmon flesh, he said politely.

But Amelia knew that he deliberately pretended to be like this in front of Anya, because in this way, Anya would not tell George on the phone that his son-in-law was a beast!

Patrick continued, "Anya, you don't have to serve us here."

Amelia said, "Anya, don't go."

"What's wrong, Madam?" Anya looked at Amelia strangely and said, "There's another dish in the kitchen that hasn't been served yet."

"I..." Amelia couldn't open her mouth, and her face turned red, looking pitiful and lovely.

Patrick couldn't help chuckling, and then said to Anya, "Since she can't figure it out for the time being, you can go and do your work first."

"Yes."

Watching Anya walk away, Amelia could only face the big devil alone. She wanted to cry as she cut the steak on the plate. Suddenly, a piece of fragrant fish fell into her plate. At the same time, Patrick's voice sounded. "Have a try. It tastes really good."

"Is he trying to please me now?"

Amelia moved the tip of her nose and wanted to pretend that she didn't care about it, but the salmon smelled really good, even better than the steak. She couldn't help but eat it.

"Is it delicious?"

"Yes, it's delicious."

"Eat more then." Patrick smiled meaningfully. "You need more strength so that you can be prepared for the afternoon session."