Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 85

"Fine, fine, fine." Amelia smiled helplessly.

In the lounge.

Walking into the lounge with Sierra in his arms, Patrick found that there were all men inside. Some of them were watching TV, some were playing online games, and some gathered discussing the stock market.

Seeing a "newcomer" walking in, a smile of "I understand" appeared on the men's face - Another man slave of his wife.

A middle-aged man who was smoking saw Patrick's extraordinary charisma, so he came up to him and said, "Brother, your daughter?"

Seeing Sierra's brows furrowed slightly and struggled to wake up, Patrick raised his hand to wave away the smoke on the tip of Sierra's nose and sat down where there was fresh air, ignoring everyone else.

The middle-aged man spat.

In the area selling infants' goods.

Amelia followed Jessica with the cart. When passing the shelf of diapers, a beautiful figure not far away attracted her attention.

"Miss, these are for babies. The ones for adult are on the other shelf." The sales assistant said..

"Okay, thank you." Cynthia nodded, and the moment she looked back, her eyes met Amelia's. She was stunned for a moment and then left quickly.

Jessica raised her chin and stared at the disappearing figure of Cynthia, asking, "Why is it her again?"

Amelia frowned and stopped the sales assistant, asking, "Excuse me, what does the young lady who just passed by want to buy?"

The sales assistant said, "Oh, diapers."

"Diapers? No way..." Jessica seemed to have thought of something and said to the stiff- faced Amelia, "Is she pregnant?"

Amelia was stuck in a deep thought as it was definitely not a coincidence that Cynthia would appear here.

Then she recalled the connections and ambiguous feelings between Patrick and Cynthia, and suddenly felt that she was like an idiot, shrouded in the fog.

"My dear, are you okay?" Jessica shook Amelia and comforted her, "Maybe someone in her family has just given birth to a child..."

Amelia said, "Maybe."

In the lounge, an hour later—

Raising his wristwatch, Patrick thought it was almost time they agreed to meet, so he stood up and left.

On the way, Sierra, who was in Patrick's arms, suddenly wrinkled her small face and pouted her small mouth, crying out loud, which made many people look at him.

Patrick wasn't experienced in taking care of children.

In the past, when Andrew and Ashley cried, Nora would immediately hug them and comfort. But at this time, he was a little confused by Sierra.

Just as he was passing by an elder couple, the granny said to Patrick in a trembling voice, "She must be hungry."

The great grandfather shook his head and said, "I think he wants to pee."

As soon as the great grandfather finished the sentence, Patrick suddenly felt that his arm was wet, while Sierra smacked her lips and showed an expression of relief. Looking carefully, she really peed.

Patrick's handsome face turned as black as coal as he had never been this embarrassed?

When it was the time to meet, his shirt was wet.

As soon as they met, Patrick immediately asked Amelia, "Where is Jessica?"

Amelia leant on the cart and said, "Don't worry, she's still choosing toys."

At this time, she noticed the water stains on Patrick's body and saw the strange expression on his face. Amelia smiled and said, "Did she pee on you?"

Patrick replied stiffly with a sad face.

Amelia immediately burst into laughter. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Staring at her happy little face and thought that he could not lose face alone, Patrick said loudly, "Hey mummy, why don't you help after the baby peed?"

Amelia's smile froze, because she was glanced at by the young mothers around.

Mrs. Hopper was suppressing her rival in love.

She didn't want to make others argue, so she took out a pack of diapers from the cart and threw on Patrick, saying, "Give me Sierra, and you open the package."

The diapers hadn't been paid, but it was urgent. As long as the serial number was scanned by the cashier, there wouldn't be any big trouble.

Patrick heaved a sigh of relief when he managed to get rid of the baby.

Seeing Amelia wiping the baby with wet tissues and put on the diaper skilfully, Patrick asked, "Wow, how can you be this skilful in this?"

"Maybe this is the nature of women, just like you men unbuttoning women's bra."

Saying this, Amelia made faces to Sierra, making the baby laugh happily.

Patrick frowned and said, "Nonsense."

Amelia carried Sierra in her arms and looked into Patrick's eyes, saying, "Am I wrong?"

Patrick looked at her and asked in a deep voice, "Am I just this casual in your mind?"

Amelia didn't say anything as she hadn't figured out what had happened to Cynthia and him.

Her distrust was almost exuded since when she was born. Patrick was a little angry and said, "Do you know that I have no..."

The second half of the sentence was interrupted by Jessica, who had just arrived.

Before Patrick could finish his words, he had to stop and turned away gloomily.

"What's wrong with Second Young Master Hopper?" Jessica asked, afraid of offending this wealthy man.

"Don't worry. He is neurotic." Amelia Ramsay said grumpily.

*

After dropping Jessica and her adopted daughter at home, Patrick, who had been silent all the way, suddenly said, "Mrs. Hopper, you have to compensate me for my shirt."

Amelia thought it was not easy for him to help Jessica look after the baby, so she agreed.

However... she regretted.

A brand men's wear store.

Patrick took a white shirt from the shelf and handed it to the cashier.

"Okay, sir."

The sales assistant's smile deepened, which made Amelia feel strange, so she hurriedly asked, "How much is it?"

The sales assistant replied, "$8,000."

Amelia's pleading eyes drifted to Patrick, only hoping that he could show mercy.

Hearing this, Patrick was very dissatisfied and asked, "Only $8,000?"

"Only!"

Amelia expressed great objection to this word, so she quickly took the shirt from the cashier's hand and put it back, asking shyly, "Miss, do you have... $80?"

The cashier's smile suddenly faded, but he still nodded and said, "Yes, please wait a moment."

While the cashier was going to the warehouse, Patrick coldly looked at Amelia and said, "How dare you ask me to put on a shirt worth of $80?"

Amelia almost bit her teeth and said, "Mr. Hopper, if I buy you the one for $80, just feel lucky. In fact, you're only worth $8 in my heart."

"..." Patrick Hopper was speechless.