Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 778

However, except for Eve, the rest of them watched the event unfurled like a show. It seemed that Amelia was more lovable and righteous than they had imagined!

Seeing that Patrick was glaring at her so fiercely like lasers boring into her eyes, Amelia was seconds away from failing to withstand the intensity.

After a short moment of hesitation, Howard then smiled, and the irascible fury he felt just moments ago vanished!

He had always assumed that Amelia could not handle Patrick, and that was the reason why the scandal of Patrick's affair with another woman would fall upon her.

However, when he watched Amelia slapped Patrick in public and that the bully Patrick surprisingly did not retaliate, not even daring to spit a few harsh words at her, it was obvious that what Nora said had some truth in them. Amelia was indeed skilled at controlling her husband! Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

So why was he worrying?

On the other hand, Amelia turned her gaze away from staring at Patrick, faced back to the faintly

smiling Howard and said, "Dad, I'm sorry!"

Howard was taken by surprise. But before he could say anything, Patrick's sombre voice sounded from the sofa, "Amelia, I don't need you to apologize for me!"

Amelia then turned to him, and her eyes were full of disdain when she said, "You've mistaken. I didn't apologize on your behalf. I did it for myself!"

If she were harsher to herself, the baby in her womb, and Apex Construction Corporation, she would definitely spill everything about Sissi's return to Northville and Patrick's entanglement with

her!

But, at the end of the day, she...still could not do it!

Amelia clenched her fists by her side and felt guilty for letting down Howard's trust in her again and again. Howard was a father figure to her, but she had no choice but to disappoint him this time.

However, because of Amelia's strike, Howard ceased wanting to get to the bottom of the matter.

Because according to Howard's logic, if Amelia could handle Patrick, then she for sure could deal with those superficial women!

At ten o'clock at night.

At The Hopper Family's garage.

With a beep, the man unlocked the car in no hurry. Instead, he looked back at Amelia with narrowed eyes, who was coming up from behind.

Her steps were light and barely making any sound when she walked. If it were not for the lingering aftermath of the slap she gave him moments ago, Patrick would have regarded her as a phantom.

Looking up, she saw Patrick staring at her in silence. Then, for some unknown reason, Amelia came to a halt.

Time ticked by. She lost count of how long they stood face to face like that.

It was not until her stomach began to ache after a day's long of meal delay that a frown formed between Amelia's eyebrows. Subconsciously, she opened her mouth, wanting to talk to Patrick, but was returned with him leaning against the car with a sneer on his face, as if challenging her to see how long she could stay that way.

At the sight of this, Amelia suppressed the discomfort in her stomach and stared back at him! If he would not move, then she would not move too!

At half-past ten, Amelia's face began to turn pale.

At eleven o'clock, beads of sweat started to appear on her forehead, and her legs began to feel weak.

Unlike Patrick, who was leaning on the Lamborghini, Amelia was supporting herself on her two legs. She was made of flesh and blood, so of course she would feel painful and uncomfortable!

However, as long as Patrick stayed in his stance, she would keep herself up. It was like the duels between martial arts masters in movies, where the person who made the first move would lose the battle.

Taking in all of Amelia's slight scowls from time to time, Patrick laughed and said, "Aren't you tolerant? I didn't expect you to feel pain in your body as if you're a human."

Amelia did not reply.

Amelia knew her doom was coming the moment she stepped out of the Hopper's mansion and lost Howard's protection on her. However, she did not know Patrick would take revenge on her for slapping him like this!

He did not touch her, and he did not beat her either. Instead, he had forced her to confront him this way that she had no choice but to fight back!

Watching Amelia as she exhausted herself just to make a point, Patrick chuckled out of anger. "You like to stand, don't you? You can stand here all you want then..."

With that, under Amelia's headstrong but taken aback gaze, he stepped into the car and drove away.

Good that he left...

Unlike the dejection that overcame her the previous times when he left her, Amelia felt as if a burden was lifted off her shoulders.

When Patrick's sports car disappeared from her sight, she immediately squatted down and hugged her legs.

Both of her feet were sore to the extreme. Amelia then sat on the marble ground. The Hopper Family had the garage cleaned every day anyway, she did not feel like it was dirty at all.

"Amelia... Amelia..."

In a daze, Amelia seemed to hear someone calling out her name.

She then spent her effort opening her eyes to find a beautiful woman crouching in front of her. She knew this lady. She was Nora.

Hugging her knees and resting her chin on the back of her hand, Amelia then smiled at Nora. "Ah, Nora... Why are you appearing in my dream?"

The man next to Nora seemed to be chuckling. In a low and mellow voice, he said, "She's still half asleep."

Amelia's eyes drifted along with the sound of the voice and gradually sobered up from her

drowsiness!

After recognizing where she was, Amelia felt embarrassed when she asked, "Nora... Did I fall asleep in the garage?"

After that, Amelia was brought back home by Owen and Nora.

She was hungry, sleepy, and annoyed. Nora was kind-hearted, so when she saw how starved Amelia was, she quickly cooked a big bowl of instant noodles for her.

Sitting on the couch, Amelia received the bowl from Nora and said with warmth, "Thank you, Nora!"

Nora smiled as she caressed Amelia's soft and smooth hair. "I hope it's to your liking."

Actually, Nora had wanted to prepare an actual, decent meal for Amelia, but it would take too much time. So noodles had to suffice this time.

Amelia blew on the noodles and replied with a smile, "Nora, the noodle is delicious!"

Nora laughed, "You're only sweet-talking!" Amelia was complimenting her before she even ate it!

Amelia then slurped the cooled noodles and asked with her mouth full, "By the way, where are Andrew and the rest?"

"It's already midnight. They've gone to bed long ago," Nora said.

Amelia responded with a hum then continued to eat the noodles.

Seeing that she was so hungry that she did not even care about how she looked while eating, Nora shook her head gently. Nora then told her in a worrying yet generous tone, "Eat slowly. There's still some in the pot if you want more."

"Oh... Thank you, Nora!" Amelia was polite, not forgetting to show her 'saviour' her gratitude while wolfing down her food.

Nora smiled. "It's very late now. Why don't you rest at our place tonight?"

After Amelia inhaled the noodles, she asked with some grievances, "Is that okay?"

Nora sensed that the melancholy Amelia felt could not be compensated by the fragrant bowl of noodles before her.