Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 424

But Amelia had always been a pushover. Coupled with the whistles that had never stopped from the very beginning, it would be so awkward if she kept doing nothing.

At this point, she had no choice but to steel herself, pretend that she didn't notice Patrick's cold eyes, and turn to Timothy to say in a low voice, "One song only!"

"Okay!" Timothy's smile widened. No woman was able to resist his stick and carrot, and Amelia was no exception.

Until the prelude of the song sounded, Patrick still found it hard to believe that Amelia was singing a love song with another man!

The beautiful melody combined the magnetism of Timothy's and the charm of Amelia's voice, which attracted the attention of those who hadn't expected to enjoy their performance.

After a short time of surprise, Patrick was somehow possessed by a pang of anger.

He had never appreciated Amelia sang seriously alone. The only song he had accidentally heard from the phone was the offhand one she sang when she was drunk in Milton's.

Deep down, Patrick thought that Amelia's singing was as bad as her drinking. But it turned out that he was wrong, totally wrong!

It was as if the treasury he had been guarding for so long was opened in front of everyone. And the treasures inside were much more valuable than he had expected!

"Mr. Hopper, your cigarette is almost burning your hand..." Mamie reminded him carefully.

Patrick came to his senses, threw the broken cigarette into the ashtray, and stared with suppressed anger at Amelia and Timothy, who were staring at each other "affectionately".

But in fact, the "affectionate stare" purely resulted from Patrick's anger. The truth was that Amelia and Timothy's wires of the microphone were entangled together and getting tighter and tighter, so Amelia could only turn to separate them.

Because of their positions, instead of noting the intertwining wires, Patrick could only see that Timothy and Amelia were staring at each other!

Of all the people in the room, Patrick and Amelia were probably the only two who felt that the song was way too long. When the last note subsided, before they could enjoy the warm applause from the audience, Amelia hurried to put down the microphone and asked with a smile, "Who is next?"

Timothy put one hand in his pocket and whistled leisurely. Standing behind Amelia, he looked as if he was her lover.

Noting everyone's significant gaze on them, Amelia walked to Timothy in the front with annoyance and said, "Timothy, would you please sit somewhere else?"

"Why, Amelia?" This time, Timothy didn't even take a seat. Instead, he lifted his pants and squatted in front of Amelia, as if he had been comforting his sullen girlfriend.

To outsiders, Timothy was like a big dog. He was handsome and energetic, only needing a large furry tail behind him. Coupled with his orange hair, he looked like a loyal dog with golden fur!

Amelia looked coldly at Timothy. "You are a wolf, don't pretend to be a lamb, okay?"

Timothy gave a short laugh, amused by the description. He crossed his hands and landed his chin on them as he stared at her. "Amelia, then you are a wolf, too. Would you stop pretending to be naive?"

"What do you mean by that?" Amelia felt offended.

Timothy curled his lips, which were redder than women's, and said, "I have seen you go in and out of Mr. Hopper's office more than once. Sometimes you spent quite a long time before you come out. Don't tell me that you and Mr. Hopper, both single, were doing nothing there."

"So what?" Amelia suddenly lifted his chin with her index finger. In his contracted pupils, she moved closer to him and asked coquettishly, "I am so close to you now. Does it mean that I have to kiss you and tell you that I want to have sex with you?"