Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 66

Cynthia tightly clenched the paper in her hand as if she could continue speaking, "I can feel that the relationship between you and Mr. Hopper is extraordinary, so I officially declare the war against you. Let's compete. As long as Mr. Hopper is not married, I will not give up."

Hearing Cynthia's heroic words, Amelia resisted the urge to laugh and approached her.

In Cynthia's terrified eyes, Amelia patted her shoulder and whispered, "Okay, I'll wait."

*

Back to work, Doris asked what happened.

Amelia softly spat out two words, "Declared the war."

Doris was confused and said, "Ha? She wants to compete with you for the Sales Supervisor?"

Amelia smiled but said nothing, thinking that Cynthia's ambition was more than that.

At this time, the telephone rang. The colleague who answered the call said, "Ms. Amelia, it's Mr. Hopper."

Thinking of last night's stalemate, Amelia hesitated for a moment, but her colleague was still waiting for her with the phone tube. She had to reach out and took it, saying, "Amelia speaking. What can I do for you, Mr. Hopper?"

"Madam Amelia, are you done with the sales report?" Patrick asked in a professional tone, as if what happened last night was just a dream.

"Yep, it's done. And I'm working on the final check." Amelia answered in the same tone.

"Send it to me immediately after the final checking." As soon as the voice fell, he hung up the phone.

Amelia sighed. She thought Patrick's role as the boss was nonsense as his secretary could do this.

What she didn't know was that Patrick had only contacted the sales department.

At this time, Doris came to Amelia and said with the documents in her hand, "Ms. Amelia, I'm done!"

"Okay, send them to Mr. Hopper please." Amelia instructed.

She didn't want to look at Patrick's stinky face. When she was about to make a cup of coffee, she saw Hobart.

Her face immediately turned pale and comforted herself that there were so many people in the office, so he won't offend her.

However, she was wrong.

The next second, Hobart took her hand and pulled her to the window regardless of her struggle.

Amelia was so annoyed and glared at him, shouting, "Hobart Smith! Don't push me too far!"

Hobart sneered, "Why so nervous? This is your office. Do you think I'll eat you?"

Amelia felt helpless and asked, "What on earth do you want?"

After last night's dispute, she had been very anxious.

She was not sure if what she did would bring trouble to herself and Roxxon.

Hobart dropped a sentence and said, "I'm trying to figure out why you're so special that convinced Patrick Hopper to spend so much on."

Amelia was confused. "So much? How?"

Hobart told her Patrick's decision. With her disbelief, Hobart smiled and said, "In order not to put you in jail, he really took pains."

Amelia was shocked, but she knew very well that Hobart won't lie to her. For a God's favoured son like him, once offended, the most direct way out was to take her to the police instead of "negotiating".

However, to her surprise, Patrick sacrificed commercial interests too much for her!

The wandering heart in her body, at this moment, seemed to fall on the cotton... warm and steady.

At the same time, in the CEO's office.

"Mr. Hopper, these are the documents you want.

Patrick glanced at Doris and asked coldly, "Where is Amelia?

I told her to send it to me in person."

Upon his gloomy face, Doris answered carefully, "She is talking to Mr. Smith from Mills, so she asked me to do this on her behalf."

"Hobart talking to her?

Ask her to come up and see me immediately!" Patrick ordered.

"Right away!" Doris did not dare to say anything else and left with fear.

As soon as she left the office, she happened to see Amelia. Doris felt relieved and said, "My dear, Mr. Hopper wanted to see you! However, he seems to be in a bad mood."

Amelia totally understood that any businessman would not be in a good mood after losing huge profits.

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"Come in."

Amelia Ramsay pushed the door open and walked in.

Patrick strode over and surrounded her between the wall with his arms. He said with a cold face, "You're finally here."

Amelia said with regret, "I hurt Hobart last night and it's my fault, not the company's. You shouldn't have given in."

Patrick was stunned for a moment, and then replied with a strange smile, said, "He has told you everything, huh?"

After that, he pinched her chin slightly and said, "What secret has he shared with you, huh?"

Amelia frowned slightly, "No."

Patrick laughed and said, "No? I'm afraid not. You just came across each other at the club last night and today he couldn't wait to come to me, asking for you. My dear, you guys just met once, but he had never forgotten you. You are really charming."

Before seeing him, she was full of gratitude for him, but now his sarcasm annoyed her. She said, "I'm innocent."

Patrick continued in a questioning tone, "How dare you said I have wronged you. I asked you to send me the documents, but you sent Doris and talked with Hobart and whispered to each other. You must have hooked up with him for long, isn't it?"

Amelia's eyes widened and she retorted excitedly, "You know what? If your friend didn't trick me, I wouldn't have been thrown out of your box? If I hadn't been expelled, I wouldn't have run into Hobart. He intended to harass me, so is it wrong to have beaten him to protect myself? Can you believe me before questioning..."

The last sentence was too low to be heard, with a hint of powerlessness and paleness.

Patrick stared at her and said in a hoarse voice, "If I didn't question you in this way, will you never tell me the truth?" Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Amelia stopped thinking and looked up at him blankly, but he bowed his head and kissed her. This kiss was more aggressive than before, but with some tenderness.

After a long time, Patrick pulled himself away from her and said with reproach, "You didn't tell me that your ankle was sprained, nor you were harassed, until I forced, right?"

Amelia took back her hand on his neck, lowering her head and sighed softly, "I'm very grateful that you've dealt with Hobart for me. But the most unfortunate for me now... is I've lost my wedding ring."

Patrick poked her delicate nose, and said tenderly,

"Well, let me sort it out."