Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 620

"Really? Why didn't I feel it?" Dr. Scarlett blurted out.

Amelia was confused.

Astounded by her own stupidity, Dr. Scarlett scrambled to explain herself, "No, what I meant to say was... I didn't feel the gun when he pressed onto me! F*ck! That's not right, I'm not close with him at all! Not at all! Do you understand me?"

After snarling at Amelia, Dr. Scarlett hid her face and ran away.

Amelia blinked innocently as Dr. Scarlett scurried and was curious because she did not even say anything.

Tearing her attention away from Dr. Scarlett, Amelia lowered her head and adjusted her collar to ensure that what should remain covered was still hidden. Then, she walked downstairs.

She felt discomfort in her legs as she descended from time to time. But she did not want Patrick to look down on her, so she pretended as if all was fine and showed up on the first floor.

Actually, Patrick had his eyes on Amelia since the moment she stepped out of her bedroom. With that being said, he could not wrap his head around exactly what did Dr. Scarlett say to Amelia to make her guffaw so loudly just a moment ago.

Refusing to believe it was jealousy that he was feeling, he closed the magazine shut crudely and chucked it aside with a flick of his wrist. Then, he got up from the sofa and strode to the kitchen with his hands in his pockets.

Amelia frowned. She did not want to go the same way as him, but her stomach had been growling at her for a while.

She bit her lower lip. No matter how badly she wanted to turn back to where she came from right then and there, she could not let herself starve just because of this.

Patrick knew that she would contemplate this train of thought, so he chose to walk towards the kitchen exactly when she began to go down the stairs because that seemed to be the only place where both of them would be together.

She outright refused to have dinner with Patrick alone, so Amelia asked Dr. Scarlett, who was still sulking by the side, "Dr. Scarlett, did you have dinner before you came here?"

Dr. Scarlett shook her head. She was summoned by Huxton without notice, and it was too late to cook by then.

A smile appeared on Amelia's lips at her reply. "Why don't we eat together?" "No way!" Patrick and Huxton both cried out in unison.

Amelia shot them both a look. It was reasonable for Patrick to object to that, but why was Huxton disagreeing too?

"Fine then! Do you think I care?" Dr. Scarlett yelled at Huxton, her blood boiling.

Amelia scowled and cast a cold glance at Patrick. "I'm the one who's inviting Dr. Scarlett to the dining table. Who are you two to say no to that?"

Patrick resumed his icy attitude, indicating no intention to talk to Amelia.

At this, Huxton could only answer on Patrick's behalf. "Madam, Dr. Scarlett is just an employee, she shouldn't share the same table with you and Mr. Hopper."

Dr. Scarlett's face got so red out of anger that one could almost see steam coming out of her head.

Amelia genuinely regarded Dr. Scarlett as her friend. So, she glared into Huxton's eyes at the sight of Dr. Scarlett's outrage and asked in a soft but firm voice, "Then, can I invite Dr. Scarlett to have dinner with us as the hostess of this house?"

Huxton sneaked a furtive look at Patrick. He did not dare to decide without his master's permission.

Amelia's dainty face frosted. "Or, do you mean to say that I don't have the right to do so as well?"

While Huxton was stuck in a tough spot, Patrick's voice cut through the air, "Tell madam that I allow her to invite her guest to dinner."

Huxton stared at him in astonishment. Wasn't Amelia standing right in front of them?

The sudden escalation of events horrified Huxton while Dr. Scarlett got so frightened that she

shrieked.

After throwing the red wine to Patrick's face, Amelia wanted to smash the glass as he always did to vent his anger. But on the second thought, wouldn't she be as uncivilized as him then?

Brushing off that idea, the wine glass remained safe, and Amelia clenched it tighter in her palm.

Drops of red liquid dripped down Patrick's forehead but he was not fazed. He raised his gaze and looked into Amelia's eyes, showing no emotion at all.

Amelia, who was inflamed with rage, deflated a little. His reaction was making her look as if she was throwing a childish tantrum.

Huxton came to his senses after a few seconds and frantically handed a clean handkerchief to Patrick. He asked nervously, "Sir, are you alright?"

Patrick received the handkerchief and took his time wiping the red wine off his face, definitely not acting out as Amelia had expected him to.

Seeing the handkerchief getting soaked and stained, Huxton retrieved a new wet towel from the washroom right away and offered it to Patrick, but he swatted his hand away.

Looking at her slightly ashamed but otherwise pissed expression, he said to Amelia, "Mrs. Hopper, the wine is fed to the mouth, not the face. If you

want to feed me again in the future, please do it properly."

Amelia sneered. "I'll make sure I do when I feed you sh*t!"

Her vulgarity raised Patrick's eyebrow in amusement. "It seems to me that your family doesn't teach you about manners."