"Hello, I am Amelia Ramsay."
After a pause, from the other side of the phone, a voice asked, "It's almost time. Have you exited the building?"
It took Amelia half a second to realize that it was a call from Patrick. "Oh! Sorry, I forgot to tell you that the client from this afternoon just contacted me. He said that he had something to do and can't make it to our appointment tonight..."
Patrick did not say anything harsh and just replied, "Then I'll come and pick you up."
After a pause, Amelia happily agreed, "Okay, as long as you have time."
It was better to spend his time on her than on Sissi, wasn't it?
Twenty minutes later, Amelia estimated that Patrick should be arriving at the entrance of her company's building, so she took the elevator down to the first floor.
At the gate of the office building, a Lamborghini was parked to the side. Amelia could see it as soon as she raised her head.
She could see Patrick's elbow resting against the window as he held up his phone to call someone. When he saw her coming out of the corner of his eye, his expression softened, and he quickly wrapped up the phone call before hanging up.
She did not miss the tenderness in his eyes when he put down the phone, and Amelia could not help suspecting that it was Sissi he was talking to.
As she thought about it, she opened the car door and sat in the passenger's seat. She put the seatbelt on and asked, "Where are we going now?"
"Let's go eat first," Patrick said.
"Sounds good."
Patrick looked at her and asked, "What would you like to eat?"
Amelia thought for a while and suggested, "Well...how about the French cuisine?"
Patrick's fingers, which were placed on the steering wheel, tightened slightly. "What did you say?"
Amelia laughed and looked at him with a neutral expression on her face. "I asked what you thought about French cuisine. Unless, you don't like it?"
Patrick stared at her for a while then said, "It's fine."
"It's fine? Which can also mean that you don't particularly like it?" Amelia said courteously, "If you don't have a better choice, then let's go to eat some
French cuisine."
Seeing Amelia adamantly insisting on French cuisine, Patrick gritted his teeth and agreed, "Okay, French cuisine it is!"
Amelia nodded happily. At the start of the car, she unzipped her Prada leather bag and found the mobile phone inside. She tapped on the screen with her fingers.
Since Amelia wanted to eat French cuisine, Patrick was a little uneasy when he was driving. He glanced at her from time to time with suspicion, It can't be...'
Looking down silently, Patrick found that her hands and eyes never left her white mobile phone. Wait... A white mobile phone?
After steadily stopping the car before a red light, Patrick carefully observed the Amelia's phone. Yes, it was indeed a new mobile phone.
Somehow, a feeling of loss crept into Patrick's heart. He pursed his lips and asked, "Hey, when did you buy this phone?"
"Not long ago," Amelia answered without lifting her head.
"Why didn't you buy the same one as before?" Patrick questioned, hinting strongly.
"Which one?" Amelia asked off-handedly.
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