Chapter 53
Patrick turned around and taking the phone from Milton, saying with a reluctant smile, "Thank you."
After a pause, he stopped Miltoning with his eyes and said, "Mr. Cook, I know the way, so you
don''t have to see me off. Thank you."
Hearing this, Milton stopped. Although he didn''t want to, he had to.
*
The window of Patrick''s Lamborghini was widely open, and the wind on the expressway blew into
Amelia''s nose and grazed her cheek. She struggled to wake up, seeing Patrick, Amelia muttered,
"Am I dreaming... Patrick? Why am I in his car?"
Patrick''s mouth twitched, and he said in a cold voice, "You haven''t wakened up yet, right?"
As soon as he finished his words, he stepped hard on the elerator, causing Amelia lean forward
and backward, and she was awake indeed.
Holding the armrest subconsciously, Amelia said with a pale face, "Slow down!"
Patrick said, "No."
Amelia''s throat rolled twice and said sincerely, "... but I feel like to vomit."
Patrick replied in a cruel way, "Hold it back. Don''t dirty my car."
Covering her mouth that was about to vomit, Amelia squeezed out a few words sadly, "No, I...
can''t."
With a sullen face, Patrick stopped beside the green belt and pulled Amelia out of the car, who
immediately held the pole and spat it out.
After vomiting, she pointed to her dirty mouth, and asked with blurring eyes, "Do you have...
handkerchief?"
Patrick stared at her scattering eyes for a few seconds and deliberately replied, "No."
Thus, the proud Mr. Hopper ended up in a tragedy -
Amelia took his coat and wiped her mouth.
Patrick had a slight mysophobia, turning speechless.
At this moment, a yell came with the footsteps. Judging by her appearance, it was a female officer
of city management. She yelled, "What''s wrong with you? Is this a ce where you can vomit?
Even a pet owner walking the dog brings a newspaper to remove the excrement. Can you observe
the city management rules?"
Patrick passed the buck to his wife and said, "She is the one spiting out."
"$30 as a penalty!" The office issued a bill, reading that Amelia''s vomit had polluted the
environment, which had a negative impact on the environment.
Amelia looked at the illegible handwriting on the bill and said, "Your handwriting is poor..."
The officer got so angry that she almost pulled out the baton at her waist. Patrick said with a smile,
"Sorry, she is drunk. I apologize to you on her behalf."
"Fine.!" The female officer looked at Patrick and said, "Remember to tell her to pay the penalty!"
After the officer left, Patrick nced at the bill, smiling and saying, "Her handwriting is poor indeed.
Haha."
Arriving at home, Patrick quickly threw his coat to theundry basket and carried Amelia into the
secondary bedroom. Her face was close to his heart, which made him feel at ease.
The next day.
Opening her eyes, Amelia''s sight was blocked by a piece of paper. She took it off from her forehead
and found that it turned out the bill.
Looking around, she found that she was lying on the bed in the secondary bedroom, and her
clothes weren''t changed - maybe she was so dirty that Patrick didn''t want to sleep with her.
Recalling what happenedst night, Amelia''s face suddenly wrinkled like a bun. It was known that
she was more likely to get drunk than others. Once she got drunk, she didn''t look good at all, which
was horrible!
After a shower and putting on her bathrobe, when she was downstairs, Patrick was sitting in the
living room in a casual suit reading a newspaper.
Patrick hardly ever slept at home since they moved in, so Amelia sometimes had an illusion that
she lived in a hotel.
Hearing the sound, Patrick put down the Economist and nced at her, asking, "Showered?"
Amelia nodded honestly.
And then Patrick asked her toe over.
"What''s up?" She asked.
Pointing at theundry basket beside him, Patrick said, "There was a coat inside, which was spitted
by youst night. Wash it with your hands."
Amelia slightly turned her face away. He was the boss in the office, but there was no reason for him
to be arrogant at home.
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Seeing her refusing face, Patrick said, "If you don''t do it, I won''t force you. Justpensate me.
You are the elder daughter of The Ramsay Family and $20,000 isn''t a big deal for you, isn''t it?"
"This coat is worth of $20,000?! Why don''t you rob the bank? They have a lot of money!" Amelia
didn''t believe him but bent down to pick up the coat.
At first nce, it was a limited handmade edition from an Italian brand, which proved that Patrick
didn''t lie. He was really a vicious shareholder.
ncing at her and seeing her angrily carrying the dirty coat into the bathroom, Patrick smiled in a
deep voice and felt very happy.
Amelia treated thisughter as mockery. She was so angry that put all the washing powder on the
coat, snorting, "What the hell are you dreaming? How can I wash the coat for you? Let the powder
kill you..."
When she was done with the coat, she heard Patrick''s request, "I''m hungry. Prepare breakfast for
me."
Amelia''s face darkened slightly and shouted, "I''m not your nanny!" "I know, you are my Mrs.
Hopper." Patrick''s eyes were gentle and intoxicating.
Amelia seemed to be drunkst night. When she came to her senses, she was frying an egg!
After a while, she poured two cups of pure milk, organising the fried eggs and sausages on the
te, and asking him toe over.
Looking at the two golden sausages, Patrick said with a deep smile, "Mrs. Hopper, it seems that you
are very thirsty for..."
Amelia''s eyesight also fell on the sausages, cutting them into pieces with the knife and fork, saying
with a faint smile, "I am hungry, not thirsty."
"..." Patrick felt a chill on his lower body.
After breakfast.
Hearing the phone ringing in Patrick''s pocket, Amelia reminded him, "Your phone is ringing."
Although it was Saturday, Patrick was a busy man who would be busy dealing with some business
at any time.
Wiping his mouth slowly, Patrick pressed the answer button and said, "Hello?"
After a pause, he said in aforting voice, "Don''t worry, I''ll be there right away."
Amelia, who was cleaning up the table, casually asked, "What''s the matter?"
Putting the phone in his pocket, Patrick said with a cold look, "There''s something wrong with
Cynthia."
Amelia replied with an "oh" and said indifferently and directly, "None of your business."
Patrick insisted, "She''s my employee."
The subtext was that he had to deal with it?
Amelia stared at his deep eyes for a few seconds and asked, "Are you this considerate to every
employee in Roxxon, or... justdies?"
Patrick narrowed his eyes and asked, "What if something wrong happened to Milton? Will you help
him?"
Amelia answered without hesitation, "Yes!"
Patrick raised his lips mockingly and stood up, saying, "Yep, that''s the same."
Amelia''s low voice caught up with his back and asked, "Your friendship with Cynthia has gone this
far? She has been working in thepany for just a few days."
Patrick replied coldly, "Don''t assume that you know me. We''ve only been married for less than two
months."
Hearing this, Amelia was stunned, with thousands of words stuck in her throat.