Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 975

Acting on the resentment built by Patrick, Amelia yielded to him and said, "Since lunch has been delivered, |

won't stay and be an eyesore here.

Also, no matter what you say, this meal was prepared with a sincere intention. | hope you would still more or less

eatit."

Initially, Amelia wanted to say that it was Nora who prepared the meal, but she did not want to cause any more

complications that might affect Nora who did this out of kindness and with good intentions. Hence Amelia could

only say things vaguely.

Patrick stared at her without even looking at the food. At this moment, he indeed looked like he was going to

swallow her alive!

Amelia did not want to stare at him any longer so she turned around and took her leave.

It was at this moment when what Owen told her about Patrick on the phone emerged in Amelia's mind.

Her footsteps stopped faintly, and her beautiful face was filled with helplessness.

Since he had already regarded her as "just another ordinary person", then why did he have to commit an offense

for an "ordinary person" such as her?

Patrick, who was behind her, saw her turn around and leave as soon as they had a disagreement. The anger in

his heart could not help but fueled even more.

Apparently helping her eradicated all her obstacles was considered "meddling" to her!

Amelia thought that he was a busybody!

What he had done, in her heart, was not as good as what Owen had done for her at all!

Thinking of this, the outline of Patrick's distinct features becshrouded in a layer of anger.

Before she even reached the door, Patrick commanded angrily, "Take this rubbish of yours before you leave!"

Amelia's hand raised and was about to twist the doorknob when she hesitated slightly.

Fortunately, she was already a little calmer by this time. Otherwise, she would have turned around and

continued quarreling with him.

After a few seconds of pin-drop silence that they could even hear each other's breathing, Amelia turned slightly

and thanked the man behind her, although his facial expression could not be seen clearly. "Patrick, regarding the

issue of C River, | think | haven't officially thanked you yet? So, thank you..."

It would be a lie to say that she was neither angry nor sad after being insulted by Patrick like that. After all, she

had never asked him for help, and secondly, she was not the one who prepared this meal, let alone the fact that

she did not agree to visit him willingly.

But the matter of C River had been settled!

Besides that, Owen had clearly told her that Patrick occupied the majority of the power in this contest with

Kingston. What else could she do?

After thanking him, Amelia waited a little more on purpose.

Unfortunately, there was no reply from the man standing behind her.

Her mouth curved upwards in mockery. It seemed to her that this time, Owen and Nora mistook Patrick for being

a good person after all.

Turning back, Amelia gently placed her hand on the doorknob and was about to twist it when...

At this moment, Patrick suddenly snorted coldly and instructed, ‘Amelia, get the hell over here!"

She stood her ground and remained motionless. "Weren't you so eager forto distance myself away from

you?"

However, Patrick seemed always know how to counter all her questions logically. "This is my office.

Do you think you can cand go this freely? | said, chere!"

Amelia looked back at him and their gaze met.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly as she asked him word by word, "Are you trying to persuadeto

stay?" Patrick denied, "Of course not!"

Amelia nodded, not showing much emotion on her face. "So you're merely commandingover and over

again."

Irritated, Patrick retorted, "What's the difference? Stay here!"

"Yes, of course there is a difference. If it's the former, I'll be willing to stay to have lunch with you. But if it's the

latter, I'd leave." "Don't you dare!"

Patrick's threat ‘don't you dare' was naturally aimed at the latter half of Amelia's sentence.

However, the very thing that Amelia disliked most was when he gave orders, so this time, she dared go against

him!

The moment she turned around again, Amelia heard the leg of Patrick's chair hitting the table edge behind her.

Her nerves suddenly tensed, and she raised her hand to twist the door handle in panic! Unfortunately, there was

no response!

She was taken aback and tried to twist the door handle again with greater strength, but the result was still the

same!

There was only one possibility, and that was that Patrick's secretary had locked her in after closing it!

How could she do this?!

Amelia was angry and anxious at the stime, what brought her into a panic was the fact that Patrick had

pushed away the revolving chair under him and broke into a run after her. Patrick, who had caught up with

Amelia from behind, suddenly slowed down when he caught sight of Amelia who was unable to open the door.

He stood still and placed one of his hands in his pocket while triumphantly gazing at Amelia's anxiousness.

Watching her twisting and turning the door of the handle anxiously, he teased her with a clicked tongue and

taunted further, "Didn't you say that you were going to leave? Leave then!" Amelia took the opportunity and

shot him back with a glare. "I will make you watchleave!"

Then, she vented all the anger she had accumulated at Patrick's place today on the door handle.

She pulled and pulled, again and again, till she exerted all her strength. But except for making a joke out of

herself, all her efforts in trying to leave were useless.

Despite this, even at this time, Patrick unscrupulously still tried his best to insult her...

"It seems tothat you really want to stay, don't you?"

"Oh, | really didn't notice that you had becso good at acting, that you could actually imitate the act of 'not

being able to open the door" so perfectly."

"For the sake of your hard work, | really ought to give you a round of applause, but your performance was too

pathetic forthat | almost dozed off in boredom." Amelia had always endured derogatory comments from

Patrick like this. Unless she was deaf, it was impossible for her to completely ignore him.

She retorted, "If you want to sleep, then just go to sleep. Don't disturb me!"

Patrick smiled faintly and reminded, "Miss, this is my office. You have no say in anything."

In addition to being busy, Amelia was so angry that her forehead was drenched in sweat. With a clear shout, she

screamed, "Ms. Secretary!"

She hoped that the secretary had enough conscience to cover and unlock the door for her.

But, no matter how much she cried out, even occasionally blurting out the plea "help", still, Amelia did not get

any response from the opposite side of the door. No wonder she was Patrick's secretary! Birds of the same

feather really do flock together!

Besides not being able to open the door, Amelia still had to endure Patrick's snide remarks directed at her. It was

conceivable that she was in a bad mood. After a long while, she glared at Patrick. Her charming face became

gaunt as she ordered, "Open the door for me!"

Unaffected, Patrick answered, "I'm too hungry to open it."

"You don't...don't be unreasonable!"

Hungry?

Where did the strength he used to punch his table go?

What was more, where was his strength when he chased her as if there was wind beneath his feet?

"Since when was | unreasonable? | just don't feel like opening this door for the tbeing. When | want to go out

later | will open it. Maybe then, you can make your leave." Amelia pointed at the keyhole under the door handle

and argued, "If you don't have the strength to open the door, you should at least have the key to unlock this

door, right?" Patrick guessed earlier on that his door must have been tampered with by his secretary. Everyone

was well aware of the reason she did so.