Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Withdrawing her right hand from Milton's palm, Amelia stood up and looked straight into Patrick's sharp eyes.

The clean and neat black suit made him look heroic, but also unapproachable.

"You followed me here." Amelia said with certainty.

Patrick glanced at her with cold eyes and didn't say a word.

After a slight astonishment, Milton's facial expression returned normal. He thought that as long as Patrick dared to abuse Amelia, he would fight against him. How wonderful it would be! Unfortunately, Patrick invited, "Aren't you having some snacks? Join me?"

Milton smirked and thought Patrick's reaction really let him down.

Amelia refused the invitation, "Milton and I are fond of spicy food and I'm afraid that you won't like it."

Patrick smiled faintly and said, "Sometimes it's good to change the taste."

However, Amelia responded, "Since Mr. Hopper is used to porridge and dishes with light flavour, then how will you enjoy the spicy food?"

It was obvious that the "porridge and dishes with a light flavor" referred to Cynthia, while "spicy food" referred to Amelia herself.

Patrick said softly but convincingly, "If I don't try, how do you know that I can't?"

"Oh, really?" Amelia didn't believe him.

Neither one wanted to compromise, so Milton said, "Amelia, since your husband insists, let's join him."

Glaring at Milton, Amelia couldn't believe that he "betrayed" her at such a critical moment.

Patrick nodded, with his dark eyes demonstrating his strong determination.

At Welcoming Chinese Hotpot Restaurant.

As soon as they sat down, Milton said wistfully, "I haven't come here for so long. I wonder if the previous boss, uncle Lee, is still welcoming guests here?"

As if something interesting had been evoked, Amelia said with her eyebrows arching, "You'd better pray that uncle Lee has retired. Otherwise, he would recall you leaving without paying a few years ago. Milton's handsome face fell. He was used to being shameless, but he didn't want to be in a disadvantageous position in front of Patrick, so he said, "I did pay him later! Don't mention this anymore!" Listening to them about their memories, Patrick felt uneasy.

After a while, a waiter came up and asked what they wanted. Amelia asked, "Is the previous boss, uncle Lee, still here?"

The waiter said, "Oh, uncle Lee has retired at home. Now his son Raphael and his daughter Emma are in charge of the restaurant."

Before Amelia could ask if uncle Lee was in good health, Patrick, who was sitting beside her, said, "Hurry up and order, please. I'm hungry."

Amelia frowned immediately as Cynthia cooked for him at home.

So she didn't want Patrick to be happy and said to the waiter, "An extremely spicy hotpot please."

The waiter asked, "Half spicy and half clear soup?"

There was a piece of board between the pot separating two totally different flavours.

But Amelia said straightforwardly, "No! A pure extremely spicy hotpot please!"

When saying this, she glanced at Patrick, who couldn't stand the spicy food and might leave soon.

Patrick remained indifferent and silent, calmly drinking the lemon water.

Compared to mustard, Amelia was keen on the the spiciness of the hotpot.

In the boiling soup with a layer of spicy oil, she stirred a few pieces of beef with chopsticks and boiled them. The white fog with the aroma of the food blew on her face, stimulating her taste buds. Amelia gobbled as if she had been starving for days. Seeing this and loving her dearly, Milton helped her pick the meat from the boiling pot.

"Milton, don't you like it?" Amelia thanked Milton and asked him to serve himself, leaving Patrick alone, who didn't eat much.

In terms of playing tricks, no one wins Milton, especially when he wanted to help Amelia. He said,

"Mr. Hopper, feel at home, please. This beef is really fresh."

"He doesn't like spicy food." Amelia said honestly.

The wrinkles on Patrick's mid-brows deepened. He thought that Amelia was questioning his ability in spicy food, so he accepted Milton's challenge and said, "Two more plates?" Milton was stunned for a moment and then smiled. "That's not enough! Four please."

Considering they couldn't finish the meat, Amelia said, "That's too much!"

Milton reached out and affectionately scraped Amelia's delicate nose that was filled with sweat and said, "We can take away the leftovers."

Patrick's hands on his knees bulged with blue veins on the back. He stared at Milton gloomily and said, "No, ten please!"

The lemonade in Amelia's mouth almost gushed out. She didn't expect that the second young master Hopper were this childish?

Quickly swallowing the water, Amelia said to the two men, "Let me tell you that I'm full and I won't finish whatever you guys left." Patrick stopped her with a poker face, "None of your business."

Amelia gritted her teeth and didn't continue.

*

Patrick was not a superman, and it seemed that he wouldn't finish the ten plates he ordered.

He seemed in a very bad state. A pot of lemon water was finished, and even Milton's mouth had blisters.

Amelia thought it was enough and winked at Milton.

Milton understood tacitly, but he felt indescribably disappointed.

The most unpleasant had happened since his beloved Amelia cared about her husband so much that she wanted him to give in first. Waving to Patrick, whose face was pale, Milton burped, "I'm full."

Staring at Milton's chopsticks with his bloodshot eyes, Patrick didn't put down his chopsticks until Milton did so before him.

Amelia tried to ease the situation and said, "It's a draw. You both did a great job!"

"Who wants to draw a tie with him?" Both of the men thought in their hearts.

Neither of them was happy with the result.

"Mrs. Hopper, let's go home." When Patrick said this, his voice had become hoarse.

Amelia was worried about him and saw the sweat on his forehead. She said, "Milton, so that's all for today. We gotta go."

Milton smiled slightly and answered, "Okay, see you next time."

When Patrick and Amelia left, Milton's pretended gracious smile immediately twisted.

Damn it! Having eaten so many pieces of extremely spicy beef with Patrick, he really felt like to have loose bowels!"

Walking out of the restaurant, Patrick rushed two steps forward and vomited at a nearby trash can.

Patrick had always been elegant and calm. Now, seeing that he had vomited so much, Amelia did not laugh at him. Instead, she felt sorry for him. "Are you okay?" Amelia asked.

"..." Patrick Hopper was speechless.

Seeing that he couldn't speak, Amelia bought a can of pure milk for him.