Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 717

Jonathan's wife was busied with serving Amelia food and beverages, completely ruining Amelia's initial plan of resting.

However, listening to the housewife story about her husband and their children, Amelia felt quite comforted.

Amelia cherished this simple and genuine familial affection, especially after the schemes and mental games she had just gone through earlier.

Then, she was reminded of the wreckage of her own family. Even if she wanted to mend the cracks in her heart, she could not find anything that could help her with that...

Pushing those thoughts away from her mind, Amelia said to her, "Aunt Tucker, you don't have to call me 'President Ramsay' all the time. Just call me Amelia', Uncle Tucker and I are quite straightforward toward each other."

Aunt Tucker was considerably voluble, but she was not convinced in this respect. "No, you're Jonathan's superior, so it's my duty to respect and call you 'President'. I can't break the rules!"

Amelia smiled bitterly and shook her head. "Okay then, Aunt Tucker, I respect your opinion, and you can call me whatever you want. But look, it's getting late. I won't disturb you here any longer."

As soon as she finished, several ringings of urgent doorbell sounded from the entrance.

Aunt Tucker's face lit up with joy. She poked her head out of the room and shouted into the living room, "It must be our boy! Jonathan? Jonathan! Open the door!"

The aforementioned boy was Jonathan's youngest son, who was also said to be a pair of fraternal twins with his eldest daughter.

Jonathan was sitting on a rattan chair not far away from the entrance door and reading a newspaper. When he heard the doorbell, he routinely removed his glasses from the bridge of his nose onto the tea table and got up to open the door.

The door opened, then Jonathan could not hide his joy and exclaimed, "Hey! Our boy is back?"

"Dad!" The son of the Tucker family was a banker and was carrying a briefcase. Although his job sounded decent, the occasional performance evaluations drained him of his energy at the end of the day. "I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?"

Hearing that, Jonathan asked, dismayed, "Don't tell me you didn't have lunch again?"

The son replied in a petty and spiteful tone, "Forget it. I was sent to attend to the clients for the entire day today. I didn't even have time to drink water, let alone having lunch... Oh, dad, we have a...guest...?"

The son stared blankly at Amelia as she emerged from a room. And as if he was looking at the woman of his dreams, he was tongue-tied.

Jonathan shot him a glare and introduced, "She's the boss of my company. She's from the Ramsay family, so call her 'President Ramsay' as your mother does. Oh, and also, she's married!"

Jonathan then turned to say to Amelia, "President Ramsay, please excuse me. This is my good-for- nothing and youngest son."

Amelia swept her gaze at his slightly tanned face and saw a tinge of blush on his cheeks.

She looked out of the window in curiosity. It was springtime, the sun in Northville should not be that hot, right?

The son extended a hand to Amelia and said in a surprised tone, "President Ramsay? So you're the President Ramsay that my dad often mentions about!"

"Yes, it's me. Nice to meet you." Amelia shook his hands with a smile and asked with interest, "Does Director Tucker often mentions me?"

Regardless of the flash of warning from Jonathan's eyes, he was eager to tell her, "My dad said that it's not easy to support the whole family at such a young age. He also said how great would it be if your husband was willing to give you a chance! I've never understood what the 'chance' meant... Ah! Dad, you can hit me anywhere else, but why do you always hit me on my head!?"

Jonathan stared sharply at him from aside, "And you're still talking? Spill more, and I'll beat you to death, you idiot!"

Amelia did not know whether to laugh or cry. She stopped Jonathan as he hurled another punch at the son's head and said, "Uncle Tucker, it's fine. Don't hit him."

Jonathan's lined face then flushed as he said guiltily, "President Ramsay, I'm so sorry. I meant no harm when I said that."

Amelia nodded with understanding. "I know."

Right at this moment, Aunt Tucker came out of a corner from the kitchen and said to them with a smile, "Dinner is ready. Boy, go wash your face. President Ramsay is having dinner in our house today, you can't look shaggy."

The son then mumbled bluntly, "Okay."

"Aunt Tucker, I..."

Amelia was about to refuse, but Jonathan interrupted her before she could and said, "President Ramsay, please stay for dinner. I'll send you home myself later."

The reason he asked Amelia to stay was because Jonathan could tell that she was fond of the atmosphere of their family.

Every time he thought of Amelia's family's situation, he could not help but feel a fatherly affection towards her.

The son then declared with pride, "President Ramsay, my mother's cooking is amazing, which is also the reason why I still haven't moved to the staff dormitory since I started working. It's your loss if you leave without having a taste."

It was difficult to turn down such a warm-hearted offer. Amelia blinked blankly and said, "Very well then. Thank you, Uncle Tucker and Aunt Tucker. And... you."

Noticing Amelia's uncomfortable pause, the son of the Tucker family patted his chest and said, "My name is Miguel Tucker."

"Zach." Amelia gently and ceremoniously called out his name.

Miguel giggled in response, suddenly realizing that his name had a nice ring to it. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Right then, the left ajar door was pulled open by someone from outside.

Amelia was facing the entrance and saw the man behind the door right away.

Her pupils constricted as she gasped in surprise, "Huxton!"

Her voice instantly attracted the attention of the Tucker family. Looking at the stoic man who came in uninvited, Jonathan asked sternly, "Who are you?"

Huxton bowed deeply before replying, "I'm sorry to disturb you all. I'm here to take madam home."

Jonathan threw a quick look at Amelia.

Amelia gently nodded and said, "He's my butler."

"President Ramsay even has a butler? That's awesome!" expressed Miguel in admiration.

Amelia knew that she could not stay any longer for dinner with them, so she said naturally, "Uncle Tucker, Aunt Tucker, I'm sorry, but I have to go back. Thank you for taking me in today. I'll visit you another day!"

Jonathan gave a sidelong look at Huxton at the door and said in disappointment, "Ahem, President Ramsay, you don't have to be so polite with us. It's just that your butler doesn't seem to know his manners!"

Huxton looked up from the ground and crossed his eyes with Jonathan's as he said with utmost neutrality in his voice, "Director Tucker, sir wants me to thank you in person. Thank you for taking care of madam all this time."

But Jonathan was not pleased. Even though he knew Patrick was clearly discontented with him for meddling in Amelia's business, Jonathan still stood his ground. "Tell your sir I say 'you're welcome'. As her subordinate, it's only natural for me to cooperate with President Ramsay's daily work routine!"

"Alright, Uncle Tucker, it's really time for me to go." Amelia scurried to Huxton and said, "Let's go."