Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 923

As she lowered her head and put away the trash can, Amelia reached out to pick up the scrunched-up paper ball. She stood up and smiled at Patrick, who had just recovered from his surprise. 'Alright, I've found what I want. Good night and no need to see me off."

Just as she turned around and walked away, Patrick suddenly stood up from his chair and the trash on him fell to the floor.

He frowned as he endured the dirt on his body, and strode to the woman who was approaching the door.

Just as Amelia opened the door, Patrick caught up with her, stretched out his long arm, and wrapped her hand that was holding the door handle. He pushed in the opposite direction, and the door that had just opened slammed shut.

Amelia's back was facing him. She shook her hand and said unhappily, "Let me go! Don't forget what our relationship is now!"

Patrick shamelessly loomed up to her, lowered his head, stared at her face, and said, "You made me like this, and want to leave without an explanation? Anyway, you should give me an explanation,

shouldn't you?"

Amelia felt Patrick's breath on her neck, which made her face a little red. She could not help saying, "You want an explanation, right? Let go of your hand first, and I will turn around to talk to you."

Patrick was persuaded by her gentle and soft voice, and he could not help loosening his grip.

Amelia indeed obeyed and turned back.

Due to the close distance between the two of them, when Amelia turned around, her clothes would inevitably rub off some of the dirt on his chest. She could not help but say in disgust, "Can you stay a little further away from me?"

Patrick raised his eyebrows and said, "No, it's your masterpiece. I should come closer to you so that you can appreciate it!"

"No, don't come over..." Amelia's cute eyes widened, and she instinctively reached out her arm to block.

As a result, she placed her palm on a lump of filth. She wanted to cry as she felt the stickiness and moistness on her palm. She asked unpleasantly, "What did you throw in the trash can? It's disgusting!"

Patrick was not too pleased. He did not forget who gave him this mess. "How could the things in the trash can not be disgusting? Maybe the smudge in

your hand is the snot I wiped off yesterday."

What the f*ck!

Although Amelia knew that to a large extent Patrick was joking, she was still disgusted. She stared at him and said, "You are the president of Roxxon, can't you say something classier?"

To use such a handsome face to say such disgusting words was really a riot. Amelia could not help but criticize him internally.

Patrick snorted and said, "It's time for me to settle the score with you. How dare you blame me for making me like this?"

Although Amelia was short, she did not want to lose. She stood on tiptoes and said, "It was you who provoked the quarrel first! If you didn't throw away my renting details, why would I treat you like I did just now?"

There was a flash of anger on Patrick's face. He poked Amelia's head with a finger and said, "That's why I said that you're silly! Who would benefit the most from it if I throw it away, huh?!"

Amelia was frowning. Eventually, she could not help but wave his hand away and covered her eyebrows. "You would benefit from throwing away my rent details! Because I have to spend time and energy to make a new one. But it's understandable because torturing me is the greatest pleasure for you