Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Mr. Lynch breath a sigh of relief when he entered the house. He thought to himself, why was Patrick acting like a dog protecting her owner. Would he be torn into shreds if Amelia did not escort him into the house?

After Amelia led Mr. Lynch to the refrigerator, she told him about the problems encountered and handed it over to him.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Patrick was walking towards the kitchen. She noticed that he still had his apron on and she wondered whether it was because he was in a hurry to look for her. To be honest, the pattern on the apron looked girlish. Even Huxton did not like it back then.

However, Patrick went out of the house while wearing it. He was either brave enough to ignore how others see him or he was really anxious!

Amelia sighed. She really did not know how to face him.

He seemed so near yet so far some times. She could never know what he was thinking.

She could not help but be afraid. Patrick might change his attitude just to protect Sissi.

"Miss?" At this moment, Mr. Lynch's voice was heard.

"Yes?" Amelia hurriedly came back to her senses and asked, "Is something wrong with the refrigerator?"

Mr. Lynch stood up and smiled at Amelia. "There's nothing wrong with your fridge. The plug wasn't plugged in properly, I've plugged it in. Can you try and check the refrigerator to see if it's working?" Amelia could not believe that such a careless act would happen to her!

She took a look at it and noticed that the light in the refrigerator was working. Amelia immediately knew that Mr. Lynch was right after all.

One minute later.

Mr. Lynch picked up his toolbox and greeted Amelia with a smile, "Then I'll take my leave first. If there's anything else, just dial me up by then."

Seeing that Mr. Lynch did not mention anything about the maintenance fee, Amelia felt ashamed and apologize to him for troubling him without checking what happened first.

Mr. Lynch did not mind her carelessness and said "It's fine, I'll take it as I'm here for the flowers."

Amelia then sent Mr. Lynch to the garden entrance and insisted on paying for his fuel before allowing

him to leave.

After sending Mr. Lynch away with some money in his hand, Amelia turned and went into the house. Outside the kitchen, Patrick had already taken off his apron and walked towards her with empty hands. Seeing that only Amelia standing in the kitchen, he could not help asking, "Where's Mr. Lynch?" Amelia answered, "He left."

Patrick was taken aback. "So soon?"

Amelia nodded and said, "The refrigerator is not broken at all. The plug was loosened. Mr. Lynch had just inserted it back and the refrigerator went back to work."

Hearing this, Patrick frowned and muttered, "Why are the plugs constantly getting loose recently..."

Amelia did not hear him clearly. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Patrick changed the topic. "What are we going to do next?"

Amelia replied casually, "Watch TV, play some computer games, do facial..."

Patrick interrupted with a dull voice. "No way!"

Amelia was confused. "Why not?"

Patrick said frankly, "Your eyes haven't recovered yet. What they need most now is rest! Watching TV and playing computer games are harmful to your eyes, so you're not allowed to watch TV or play computer games!"

Amelia agreed with what Patrick said but she said, "What about the facial? Why can't I put one on?"

Patrick narrowed his eyes and said, "What if the essentials seeped into your eyes? Do you want your eyes to tickle again?"

"I..." Amelia choked.

She sunk into the sofa out of boredom and said, "According to you, should I just close my eyes and sleep now?"

"Yes." It would be best if she would sleep next to him.

Amelia glanced at the clock and said in a pettish voice, "It's only 7:30 p.m. and I can't sleep at all! Besides, I just finished my meal and I need to digest!"

"You want to digest your food before you go to bed?" Patrick repeated. "I do have a way to help you digest. I think it's very helpful for you."

Amelia had a bad feeling. "Can I choose not to listen?"

"No, because it's my mouth to decide what to say." Patrick said arbitrarily.

Well, she knew it.

Amelia gave him a precaution in advance. "Well, tell me about it. But whether I accept it or not, it depends on me."

Patrick curled his lips and said, "Let's go for a walk."

Amelia froze for a moment before she muttered, "Oh, so that's it... You left me hanging for a while..."

Patrick appeared on her left with a smile on his face. "Why are you so disappointed? Don't tell me you're thinking of some kind of 'exercise on the bed'?"

"Get lost!" Amelia was so angry that she threw a pillow at him. She was not disappointed at all!

They went out while teasing each other. The moment they interlocked their fingers, Amelia noticed that the passers-by looked at them with ambiguous expressions on their faces. She immediately realized that the two of them were too intimate and she instinctively broke away from his hand.

All of a sudden, Patrick was left empty-handed and his expression immediately darkened.

Amelia, however, came out with an excuse. "I've just remembered! After Rick recovered, he hasn't come out

to exercise for a long time. Please

give me a moment, I'll go and bring him out for a walk too." Content

Patrick looked at her and tried to act as if nothing had happened. "Go ahead then. I'll wait for you guys

here."

At the moment when Amelia turned into the house, Patrick's face became expressionless in an instant.

He clutched the hand that was let go of so hard in his pocket that it almost shapeshifted.

He had never been frustrated so many times by the same woman. In fact, his principle was to take things by force instead of taking it slow and creating the right atmosphere for it.

But there was no other way. Amelia was not the one that could be conquered with force. He would need to give her some space.

When Amelia came out with a leash tied around Rick's neck and walked him out, Patrick had already adjusted his mood.

He noticed that Amelia placed both her hands on the leash. Did that mean that he did not have the chance to hold her hand? How was this possible?

As long as he wanted to, he had plenty of ways to hold her hand.

Glancing at Rick, who was standing at her feet, Patrick restrained his jealousy and said against his will, "Rick is looking good today. We should really take him out for a walk with us."

Amelia took a glance at Rick and felt the same too.

Rick seemed to have sensed something and he stopped. Walking around he lay down and placed his head on his forelimb, then he stared at Amelia with his big eyes and happily wagged her tail. Content

Amelia looked at him and suddenly asked, "Patrick, do you think Rick has gotten fatter?"

Patrick said coldly, "It's natural for him to be fat. It has been a long time since he came out for a walk."

"It's because we're too busy at work that we often neglected him," Amelia said in a pitying tone.

On the other hands, Rick seemed to be able to understand what Amelia was saying.

As soon as Amelia finished her words, she heard a moan full of bitterness and sadness from Rick.