Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 78

Left behind, Cynthia bit her lower lip so hard that it was almost bleeding.

Recalling her declaration of the war, Cynthia thought herself asking for an insult and Ms. Amelia must have be laughed at her!

On the other side-

Entering into the living room, Amelia questioned Patrick, "Anything special between you and her?"

Patrick deliberately kept her guessing and said, "Mrs. Hopper, kiss me and I'll tell you."

Subconsciously wanting to refuse, but thought about Cynthia standing outside and watching them timidly, Amelia stood on her tiptoes and kissed Patrick's handsome cheek, and deliberately chose the angle from which Cynthia could clearly see.

Sure enough, Cynthia felt more miserable, but there was nothing she could do.

Amelia felt proud and asked him to tell the truth.

Rubbing his cheeks, Patrick regretted not telling Amelia to kiss his lips. If it weren't for Amelia standing there, he would have laid her down and had a sex.

"She was the daughter of our former steward. When she was a child, she often helped The Hopper Family with her dad. The reason why my mom hired her was that she knew them very well." "I see..." Amelia got it with some discomfort.

"Except for the study, just clean up the whole house," Patrick told Cynthia while brewing tea.

Sitting beside Patrick and accepting the tea, Amelia's heart trembled as she heard "study room".Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Cynthia nodded obediently but stared her handsome Brother Patrick making tea, and couldn't move at all.

Amelia reminded Cynthia with a light cough, "My dear, do you have a rag, a cleaning barrel, and other tools with you?"

Cynthia came to her senses and said with empty hands, "I thought you have."

Amelia thought this housekeeper was here to help or stare at her husband.

She got up and said with a fake smile, "There is something you need in the storeroom. Please come with me."

After a pause, she turned to Patrick and said intimately, "Mr. Hopper, the tea is nice."

Patrick raised his handsome eyebrows and said, "As long as Mrs. Hopper likes it, I can brew for you every day."

Mr. Hopper... Mrs. Hopper...

Cynthia's heart missed a beat again.

After a few cups of hot tea, Patrick went to the study room for some work, while Amelia was reading in the living room, supervising Cynthia.

After a long time, Cynthia stood straight and gasped, "Ms. Amelia, I'm done with the floor."

"Okay, then please clean up the backyard. Thank you." Amelia ordered..

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There was a swimming pool in the backyard, and the area that needed cleaning was actually not large. Cynthia thought while sweeping the floor, the master bedroom and the secondary bedroom were used, and there were some cosmetics on the secondary bedroom's dressing table. Did this mean that they slept in separate rooms?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. There was no wedding photo in this house, and didn't seem to be decorated deliberately by the hostess.

The villa was simple and empty, looking completely unlike a nest of love.

"I still have the chance!" This thought involuntarily came to Cynthia.

She was so distracted that she tripped over the smooth ground and fell backwards into the swimming pool.

"Help... Help!" She screamed.

There was a short distance between the backyard and the living room, and there was an invisible net, so Amelia, who concentrated on reading, didn't hear it at all.

Suddenly, the sound of fast steps came from the stairs. When she was about to look up, the book in her hand was taken away. It was Patrick's cold face.

"Didn't you hear someone calling for help?" After saying this, he threw her book on the ground and rushed to the backyard.

Amelia had no idea about what happened at all as she really didn't hear anything.

When Patrick came back to the living room with Cynthia in his arms, Amelia realized it!

Putting Cynthia, who kept coughing, on the sofa, Patrick shouted, "What are you waiting for? Call 999!"

If it weren't for the window of the study room on the second floor facing the backyard, and he happened to hear Cynthia's calling for help when opening the window, wouldn't Cynthia die here?

Woke up in Patrick's arms, Cynthia spat out some water when coughing.

Cynthia was greatly moved by Patrick's anger at Amelia for her sake and couldn't stop crying and said, "Brother Patrick, I'm okay..."

Seeing her pale face, Patrick asked worriedly, "Sure?"

"Yes, but I'm scared..." Cynthia said with her eyelashes trembled.

Like comforting a little girl, Patrick said tenderly, "Let me get you a dry shirt."

After saying that, he said to Amelia, who stood behind him alone, "Come with me."

Amelia smiled bitterly and thought she was gonna be blamed.

In the bedroom on the second floor.

Amelia was preparing the clothes for Cynthia and heard Patrick asked sternly and coldly, "You know

how dangerous it was just now?"

Her eyes fell on the clothes, said lightly, "I know now."

"You don't like her, right?" He questioned.

Amelia answered with a smile, "Sir, you think that I did't want to save her from the swimming pool, right?"

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little solemn.

Patrick didn't like her sarcastic tone and lowed his volume, "I just don't want a tragedy to happen."

All in all, he suspected her!

Crossing her fingers, Amelia relied with pains in her heart, "Since you know that I don't like her, you should have kept an eye on her! Or, stop her stepping into our house again! This shirt is for her, so that she won't go home naked!"

When her voice fell, she shook off a lady shirt on Patrick, then left.

Patrick held the clothes tightly in hands, as if it was Amelia's fragile neck.

The water droplets on his hair annoyed him, so he rubbed his hair with the clothes.

Then he walked into the bathroom and removed his wet shirt.

In the shower, Patrick removed the shirt and pants sticked to his skin, exposing a perfect inverted triangle body. The water flow had been was the strongest, but couldn't calm him down.

"Why can't she talk him nicely but pushed me away..." He thought.

At the same time, in The Hopper Family.

Eve, who was arranging the flowers, said to Howard, who was reading a newspaper, "Today I've hired a housekeeper for Patrick. I want to embarrass Amelia and let her see how other women do housework."