Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 718

"You first, madam." Huxton turned his body sideways, allowing Amelia to go ahead.

After a pause, before the Tucker family could come to react, he swiped his hand and slammed the door with a bang!

Amelia's brows knitted together at this and said, "Do you know how rude you were being?"

The Huxton she remembered always kept a low profile and hated theatrics!

Huxton threw a glance at her. "Madam, you should think about what to do to save yourself more than what to do with others now, don't you think?"

Amelia pointed at herself in confusion. "Me? To save myself?"

Huxton's expression turned grim. "Yes. Sir is in a rampage right now."

Amelia snorted and said, "What right does he have to be angry now? Does he even deserve to be mad?"

Huxton then explained slowly, "Madam, sir is downstairs. You can talk to him face to face later as it does absolutely nothing to get angry at me."

At this, Amelia asked in incredulous disbelief.

"What... What did you say? Patrick is downstairs where?"

Huxton stretched out a finger and pointed towards a car. "Here."

Amelia was dumbfounded.

In the Lamborghini.

There sat two people in the spacious car cabin.

A man, and a woman.

Outside the car stood Huxton in front of a tree not too far away, silently awaiting the next instructions from Patrick.

His cold eyes fell on Amelia's face, but her expression was a display of indifference.

Finally, he could not resist and asked, "If I remember correctly, it's office hours right now, isn't it?"

Amelia answered coolly, "Yes, it is. Why?"

"How dare you ask me why!" Patrick raised the volume of his voice and whipped his head sideway to face Amelia's insistent side profile. "Since it's office hours, why aren't you at the company? What are you doing running around out here?"

"I'm here for business," Amelia responded frankly.

Patrick gritted his teeth. "And it's your business to visit your vice president's family? If I hadn't come to pick you up personally, you wouldn't have wanted to go back, would you?"

Amelia smiled, then spat out each word, "And. So. What?"

Patrick was so enraged that he pounced on her and pressed her upper body on the back seat. He seethed through his teeth, "Say it again!"

To which Amelia only replied with a poker face, "I said I do like to stay here at Uncle Tucker's. If you hadn't asked Huxton to find me, I would be more than happy to have a meal with the Tucker family and chat with them over dinner, only then would I think about when I should return to Land of Fragrance."

Patrick asked insidiously, "Did you forget that Land of Fragrance is your home?"

At this, Amelia's eyes turned bleak so quickly that it was frightening. "No, I didn't. The person who forgot is you!"

Patrick scowled. "What do you mean?"

Amelia stared right into his eyes and enunciated each word clearly, "How long do you want to hide from me about you and Sissi?"

Patrick's hands froze on Amelia's shoulders. A wave of shock took him first, then an epiphany coursed through him. "You've followed me more than once, haven't you?"

Amelia burst out laughing despite herself. The first thing he did after she exposed his secret with Sissi was not even to give her an explanation. Instead, he rounded on her and question back whether if she had followed him.

Watching her shrill laughter, her desolation tugged on all of his heartstrings, and the pain he felt was only getting more and more severe!

After a long while...

Her laughter slowly died down, then changed into a lamenting tone. "I've been waiting, waiting for you to tell me the truth all this time. The imprinted golden key you dropped on the living room carpet was a gift you prepared for Sissi. And you gave the gift to her at the very same French restaurant that I asked you to take me to... I've hinted to you countless times to test you and allow you to come clean with me. But you... You disappointed again and again..."

To use the word 'disappointed' was a great understatement to the ache and hurt she felt piercing through her heart.

Somewhere in the depths of Amelia's heart, there was a merciless mockery at her use of words. Even in this situation, she was still reluctant to say the word 'despair'...

For a moment, only the terrifying silence echoed in the cabin...

Patrick finally asked after a long pause, "Since when did you know about Sissi?"

"Since a long time ago...very long ago..." It had been so long that she could not recall clearly. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Patrick was stunned. She knew? She knew all along!

In other words, it was him who was kept in the dark?

"Then how did you know that I readied a house for her?"

Boring directly into his jet black gaze, she said, "I didn't follow you on purpose, everything happened by mistake. Isn't it funny? I actually found the key you dropped very early that night. I wanted to keep it and inspect it longer, but you were in such a hurry that all I could do was to make up a reason to return it to you. If I had known that it was the key to the house where you hid her, I would have thrown it away as far away as I could."

His eyes dimmed, and Patrick asked with a parched throat, "So, you knew about Sissi's return to Northville since then?"

"It was earlier than that..." Amelia stared back at him and became looked even sadder.

Patrick's breath sank in his chest. "Then when?"

Amelia sighed. "I already found out about it when you went to Timothy Village."

Patrick's rhythm of breathing was in a mess. His heart seemed to have been yanked out of his body by an invisible hand and was shoved back into its place. Before he could ease the first surge of

heartwrenching pain, he felt so constricted that it was as if someone was squeezing the air out of him.

Fatigue and confusion plagued his voice. "Since you knew it so early on, why did you stay silent the whole time?"

"Because..." Amelia did not dare to say it. She feared that if she said it, it would be the end of them.

But she suddenly realized that even if she did not say it out loud, she and Patrick... did not look as if they had a future together anyway...

Her red lips parted and closed, then Amelia finally managed to utter in defeat, "I wanted you to tell me about it yourself."

Patrick abruptly removed his gaze away from Amelia's eyes and sat back up straight.

For a man who was always attentive to details, he could not care less about smoothing out the wrinkles of his suit at this moment.

He spent some time thinking for a while, then said cruelly, "From my point of view, I would never have disclosed Sissi's existence to you no matter what. I don't want dad and grandpa to get hold of her again and drive her out of Northville."

Amelia paled and ashen. With her voice trembling, she asked, "Did you think... I would go complaining to dad and the rest?"

"Regardless of whether you would or wouldn't, Sissi and I can't risk it," Patrick said, his eyebrows furrowed.

Amelia was taken aback, then her tone turned horribly cold, "If I wanted to tell on you, I would have done it earlier. Do you think I'll wait until now?"

Patrick stared back at her with abysmally darkened eyes and said, "I admit that you have done a seamless job at keeping it from me. Even I have no idea that you have already found out about it."