Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

After sitting down in front of the dining table, Amelia intentionally praised the dishes that have been served. "Wow, the cutting on this fish sure looks good, it's almost the same as how the fishmongers cut their fish in the market."

Patrick's face remained placid but a sense of great achievement arose from the bottom of his heart.

He really did not expect that he would find a sense of accomplishment through something insignificant such as cooking.

After Amelia finished speaking, she peeked a glance at Patrick.

Then she found that the corners of his eyes and the tips of his brows were much softer than before.

Amelia knew that she had done the right thing, so she looked around at the dishes on the table and praised them if Patrick had help in preparing them.

Although Patrick was flattered yet he said, "Stop talking when eating."

"Sure!" Amelia replied with a smile and did not argue with him.

After the meal, Amelia was about to clean up the table when Patrick said in a deep voice, "Let me do

it."

Amelia stopped and blurted out, "Can you?"

As soon as she finished asking, Amelia immediately knew that something was wrong.

When she was about to say something to make up for it, she saw Patrick lifting his lips and said, "Yes I can. It's just that I don't usually do these kinds of work."

"Then why are you doing it now?" This was not in line with his style at all.

"Because I wanted to." Patrick looked at her and gave her his answer.

Amelia's pupils contracted. "You wanted to do so?"

"One would only do something willingly if they wanted to, isn't it?"

Patrick's words passed through Amelia's heart like a warm current.

But then she remembered Sissi and her body could not help but stiffen. She then thought, "Amelia, don't be too sentimental and thinks that he likes you! The person he loves is Sissi!"

If love was a game, Patrick could afford to be playing with it but she could not!

She lowered her eyelids and covered up her worries. She then said calmly, "Then I'll leave these to you. I'll call someone to fix the refrigerator."

Without waiting for Patrick's reply, she walked past him and left.

Looking at her back, Patrick frowned again. Why didn't she give him some time to respond?

After finishing the call with a business card in her hand, Amelia turned back and looked at the back of the man in the kitchen, she was hesitating whether to come forward to help him or not.

As if responding to her thoughts, she heard a "clang" sound. It turned out that a plate had fallen off from Patrick's palm and smashed onto the sturdy marble tile...

Amelia sighed, this man was good at dealing with important matters. But when it came to such small matters, he was way worse than Amelia!

Amelia walked over and stood three steps behind him, she then said, "Patrick, stand still. The broken pieces are all over your feet."

Hearing Amelia's voice, Patrick tilted his head and said to her, "I'm wearing shoes."

"Well, that's not gonna help." Amelia looked around and found the trash can next to her. She immediately took out a pair of rubber gloves from the drawer and put them on. Then she squatted down with the trash can in one hand and she started picking up the broken pieces of the plate with the other hand.

Patrick listened to the movements near him. When he could not help but to move a little, Amelia would pat his leg and say, "Stay still!"

Patrick had no choice but to stand there.

After putting the last piece of debris into the trash can, Amelia got up and took a rag to wipe the surrounding. While cleaning the debris, she said to Patrick, "It seems that you still have lots to learn in the kitchen."

Patrick then asked compliantly, "Are you willing to teach me?"

"I..." Amelia did not know how to answer his question

From Amelia's voice, Patrick could tell that she was in a dilemma. He changed the topic and said, "Well, it's fine. I can learn it all by myself too."

Amelia looked relieved. "Definitely, you're smart. You can learn without needing to teach you. All you need to do is to... be careful."

At the end of her words, she still could not help but want to care and remind him.

"Will do," Patrick answered.

After wiping the floor, Amelia threw the rag into the

trash can.

She was not wasting, but she was afraid that the rag could not be

properly clean and the hidden debris

would then hurt them in the future. It

was not worth taking such

a risk.

After putting the trash can back in its original position, Amelia stood up and said to Patrick, "Okay, you can continue washing the plates." "Wait a minute." Patrick stopped her.

"Do you need help?" Amelia turned around and asked.

"This bowl, this plate, they are all too slippery after they are covered by the soap, I couldn't hold onto them at all."

Patrick spoke in a very natural way as if it was the plate's fault for being too slippery but not his.

Amelia knew that this fella was a noble-born but she did not expect that even his hand was no exception.

How many years had it been since he last touched the dishes that his hand could be so slippery that they could not even hold onto a plate?

After thinking about it, Amelia removed the rubber gloves from her hands and handed them to Patrick, signalling him that he should wear them. Patrick did not take it and he said, "My hands are full of dish soap, I can't wear them."

Amelia then said, "Then wash your hands first."

Patrick did not move a single muscle, he stood there with his hands outstretched as if he was waiting for Amelia to help him.

Amelia frowned. Under Patrick's expectant gaze, she put the rubber gloves back on and then pushed him aside.

Patrick went frozen. "What are you doing?"

"I'll wash them myself," Amelia said with a gentle tone.

Patrick glared at her and said in frustration, "I admit defeat! Put down the bowl in your hand! I'll do it!"

Amelia turned her head to look at him with suspicion. "Don't you said that these plates were too slippery for you to hold onto them?"

"I can wear the rubber gloves," Patrick answ without thinking.

Amelia asked again, "Didn't you say that there's detergent all over your hand and it isn't inconvenient for you to wear rubber gloves?"

"I can wash my hands first!" Patrick shouted.

Amelia looked at the faucet and pouted. "Then wash it."

Patrick was filled with hatred, all he could do was rub his hand and cursed that Amelia knew nothing about romance at all.

Amelia, who was standing aside. took off the rubber gloves slowly When Patrick finished washing his hands, she said to him, "Dry your hands first before putting them on."

"I've got it. Stop nagging!" Patrick said gruffly.

Amelia could not help but sneer. "Is this how you behave when I'm teaching you new stuff?"

Patrick did not even wipe his hands when he heard what Amelia said. He turned around to look at her with his eyes full of passion. "Did you just promised to teach me?" S

"Well, it depends on my mood," Amelia said perfunctorily with some sense of regret.