Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 631

Amelia returned his stare. She was reminded that she needed to talk about something with him, and so she said, "Order with the waitress then."

"I want you to order for me." Patrick said shamelessly.

Amelia pursed her lips and ignored him.

"Miss, here is you Sago."

The waitress in maid costume returned with her order of papaya and coconut milk sago in no time. She did not forget to sneak a greedy look at Patrick again.

Noticing what she was doing, Amelia said politely but firmly, "Thank you, you can go back to your work now."

Patrick's captivating eyes fixated on Amelia, as if he could not focus on anyone else whenever she was in his vicinity.

He was waiting for Amelia to order for him.

Unfortunately, Amelia only barely conformed to his expectation by picking up the spoon to have a taste of the sago.

"What a heartless woman!" thought Patrick, his

blood almost boiling.

And before Amelia could get a good scoop of the sago, an enormous palm blocked her from sinking her spoon into the bowl.

Patrick then muttered aggressively by her ear, "You haven't ordered me anything yet."

"I don't know what you like to drink," replied Amelia, reaching out to move the bowl away from under his hand.

"You do know it! We've been living under the same roof for so long." As if it was a game, Patrick placed his palm back on the bowl again.

And with that, they kept going at it like that for a good while. Watching the sago as it slowly melted away into a puddle of liquid, Amelia could not help but get a little agitated. "Patrick, do you know how childish you're being?"

"The only thing I know... is that you don't care about my daily life at all. You don't even know what I like to drink." Patrick retorted.

Amelia sneered at his words. She said, "Are you sure you want me to care about your daily life?"

Patrick was not aware that Amelia knew about him and Sissi. He even refuted, "Isn't it almost a given that a wife should care about her husband's daily life? Why do I have to be sure about this?"

"Since you said it yourself, you can't blame me for what I say next," thought Amelia. She then spilt, "Well, let me ask you then, what's the use of the key that you spent such a long time searching for last night?"

All the words he wanted to say choked and suffocated him all of a sudden.

After a long pause, he replied unnaturally, "Why do you ask?"

"You asked me to care about your daily life." Amelia blinked her eyes in earnest.

Very well, her simple question had rendered Patrick speechless.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Amelia raised one of her slender brows, almost alluringly. "Didn't you say I don't care enough about you? Why are you keeping quiet when I'm caring about you now? Is it because you want me to care more? Or are you not being honest with me?"

Hang on, how did he end up being stumped by Amelia's questions?

Patrick snapped out of his reverie.

He quickly crafted an excuse in his mind and replied, "You've already seen the key, haven't you? It has a unique design, and it's also made of gold. When one of my friends brought it back from abroad, I found it interesting and borrowed it for a while..."

"Oh?" Amelia brushed through her hair, which was slightly unruly. She said, looking convinced, "So, have you returned it yet?"

"I did," Patrick answered, in case Amelia wanted to ask to take a look at it.