Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 302

Stupid sister! Always not helping him!

Patrick said indifferently, "You don't know anything."

Florence retorted, "Of course I understand! Don't you forget that when we were kids we had two bulldogs, one for you and one for me, and we took care of them until they died, and... Hey, didn't you like dogs back then?"

Upon hearing this, Amelia finally took her attention off the dog and went to Patrick, "You don't hate dogs, do you?"

Ashley seized the opportunity, reached down and grabbed Patrick by the leg of his pants and said, "Uncle Patrick, you're lying. You obviously love dogs!"

Patrick pushed Ashley's hand away in a particularly callous manner, "Stop it! Well take it off later after dinner."

Amelia stopped stroking the puppy and said disapprovingly, "What? Even the pet shelter should be closed at this late hour, right?"

Ashley was speechless with disappointment.

Patrick felt uneasy being stared at by Amelia as if he were a man with heinous sins. After thinking for a few seconds, he stepped back and said, "Then take it away tomorrow morning. I'll take it out by myself!"

"Boohoo..." Ashley squatted down and cried sadly with her knees in her arms.

The child's cry lingered in the living room, which made everyone feel sorry. They all looked at Patrick with reproachful eyes.

Ashley sobbed to Patrick and said, "I don't want to take the dog away. I don't want it!"

Patrick leaned forward to Ashley and said earnestly, "If you want the dog, then don't sleep on my bed. Think about it carefully, do you want the dog or me?"

Patrick had never thought that he would one day be compared to a puppy.

Shame on him for what he did to Ashley!

"What?" Ashley fell into an unprecedented struggle. Finally, she felt very guilty and said to the puppy, "Oh... I'm sorry. In my heart, Uncle Patrick is more important..."

"Very good." After winning, a kind smile appeared on Patrick's face.

"Amelia, I think what Ashley is trying to say is, 'It's still Patrick's beauty that's more important,' right?" Florence whispered in Amelia's ear.

Amelia nodded her head in agreement.

As night fell, Amelia served dinner to Granny Hopper, who pretended to have back pain, and then assisted Ashley in making a makeshift den for the dog with an electric heat blanket.

The puppy was now awake, squinting, and licking the milk from the basin, which Florence had heated in case it was uncomfortable.

Because it was unsteady on its feet, it fell face down into the basin as it drank. Ashley reached out to retrieve it while Amelia took a paper towel from the coffee table to wipe the dog's face.

Patrick looked at the scene unhappily and thought to himself that he had to find a way to separate Amelia from the puppy.

He said seriously, "It's getting late. It's time to go to bed."

Amelia glanced at him and said, "It's 8 o'clock now. I have to tutor the kids for homework later. If you are tired, go to bed first."

Patrick paused for a moment, wondering what was wrong with the cold eyes of Amelia.

It was just a dog, right? She was actually angry with him over a dog! Wasn't he better than a dog?