Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 921

Amelia was stunned for a moment. They had to celebrate Owen's birthday this Saturday?

She involuntarily walked to the door, stood still, and asked, "Are you sure it's Saturday?"

Standing outside the door, Patrick said in a strange tone, "You don't even know when Owen's birthday was?"

Amelia said unhappily, "What do you mean? Why should | remember Owen's birthday? Should | remember

everyone's birthday in The Hopper Family?"

She did not mean to go against Owen, but just Patrick's questioning.

Unlike her, Patrick sounded very innocent. "Why are you so mad? | didn't blyou right?"

Amelia squinted her beautiful eyes. She could not see Patrick's expression, but she could feel the subtle change

in his attitude from his voice. He had clearly spoken in a disdainful tone, that he was accusing her of not

remembering Owen's birthday.

"Listen, it's Owen's birthday, and I'm happy to attend. But | have something to do this Saturday, so I'm not able

to attend the party. Please helppass the gift... Oh no, | should go to visit him another day and give him the

birthday present myself."

The reason Amelia changed her mind was that she did not want to bother Patrick, her ‘roommate’!

Also, her orders for the Transformer had already been delivered to Northville. She could give it to Andrew while

they were at it.

"Why do you have things to do every day? Don't you have to go to work on Saturday?" Patrick knocked on the

door unpleasantly and continued, "Open the door. Let's talk face to face."

"We don't have to talk face to face! | don't need to lie to you." Amelia refused.

"Open the door." Patrick urged.

The best way to expose a person's lies was to stare into the eyes. Amelia could never hide her secret deep

enough. As long as he kept his mind on her, he could see whether she really had something to do or just

pretended to have something to do.

Amelia retorted, "No!" She was like a bunny darting away from a wolf.

Although in a sense, that was indeed the case!

Patrick was still persevering. "Just open the door. Don't force me."

Amelia raised her voice and said, "We are just roommates! | have enough reason to refuse you. If you use

violence, it will violate my personal safety and I'll call the police!"

Call the police?

The man outside the door laughed unscrupulously and said, "It's useless to call the police. All the police officers

in Northville are under my brother's command."

Amelia deeply regretted it. "Okay, you have power and authority. Just do what you want. I'll just move out then!"

This move was very effective on Patrick. He did not bring up the idea of breaking into the room again.

To be honest, using Howard to hold Amelia hostage was the last thing he could do.

Because Patrick knew that Amelia was soft-hearted, and would care about the person who treated her kindly. But

if she really ignored Howard, then he was really at his wit's end.

"Continue to threaten her?" Patrick asked himself.

Patrick knew that he could not be so cruel. What he wanted to do now was make up for the mistakes he made,

but she did not accept him and refused to let him in.

If Amelia opened the door, she would see Patrick leaning against the door like an abandoned dog. His lonely eyes

and drooping lips could arouse the

sympathy of any woman.

Fortunately, Amelia did not open the door, else she would be shocked by this scene.

Patrick raised his finger reluctantly and drew circles on the door frame. It was childish for a tall and mighty man

to do such a thing. "It's okay if you don't want to letin, but at least tellwhat you had planned on

Saturday?"

"It's none of your business."

The circles he drew beca drill to penetrate the door after he heard Amelia's unconcerned answer!

Patrick wished he could poke a hole in the door and said, "Amelia! Did you forget that | am still your husband?"

"You won't be soon."

Perhaps because they were separated by the door, Amelia's voice sounded a little muffled.

Patrick was so furious that he could not speak and vein stood out on his temples.

"If you don't have anything else to say, go back to your room and sleep." Amelia began to drive him away.

Patrick's handsface darkened. "Amelia, you..."

Before he could finish his malicious words, the yellowish light from the crack of the door quickly dimmed down,

which could only mean that Amelia had turned off the light in the room!

Later, there was a loud bang!

Patrick kicked the wall to vent his anger at being neglected.

Because he was worried that Amelia would move away, Mr. Patrick was aggrieved. He was about to kick the door

down, but he changed his direction to the wall, and he did not dare to kick it too loudly... Holding back his rage

made him even more irritable. He suddenly took out his mobile phone, found a nfrom it, and dialed it.

Inside the room, although Amelia had turned off the light, she did not go far. With her ears pressed against the

door, she was listening to the sound outside the room nervously. Amelia, who was in the dark, felt her heart

missing a beat when she heard the sound of Patrick kicking the wall. She was afraid that Patrick would break in

the very next second. Fortunately, Patrick did not. Amelia heard him call in frustration. From what she heard, it

seemed that Patrick had made an appointment with Charles at the boxing gym? After that, the footsteps

gradually went further, until they disappeared.

Amelia relaxed and leaned against the door, feeling sorry for Charles. Only then did she turn on the bedside

lamp and sat on the edge of the bed.

She pulled her legs back to the edge of the bed, put her hands on her knees, and buried her head between her

arms listlessly. Everything she endured for the day was challenging her bottom line!

As she thought back to Sissi rubbing her stomach while saying that the baby in her stomach was Patrick's, which

Sissi's face filled up with guilt, as well as Howard's begging to maintain the marriage between Patrick and her. In

the end, Patrick turned around and explained that he had nothing to do with the baby with his cold and

indifferent face. All of this was tormenting her.

Late at night.

After a soft click, the surrounding area quickly returned to silence, as if the sound was just an illusion.

Then, a tall and sturdy figure slipped in through the crack of the door.

Raising his brows, he looked around the room. The man with a string of keys on his index finger saw a bulge on

the bed under the weak light of the bedside lamp.