Chapter 152
Patrick stared at her, and the strange expression in his eyes made her suddenly feel cold.
Amelia didn''t understand why he got angry. She was just worried about him because he had to
shuttle back and forth between thepany and hospital and could only sleep for three or four
hours a day.
She said earnestly, "Mr. Hopper, there is something you should know. If you are not healthy, you
won''t be energetic enough to look after Cynthia. I am not preventing you from taking care of her. On
the contrary, you can go to the hospital before you go to work or after work every day, but don''t
make yourself so tired. Okay?"
Hearing this, Patrick said in a colder tone, "You care about me because you have selfish motives,
but I look after Cynthia because I''m heartfelt. Amelia, you should feel for Cynthia, understand?"
After saying that, he put down his chopsticks, got up, picked up the suit jacket on the chair and went
out.
Amelia sat on the chair dejectedly as if she lost all her strength in an instant. She began to question
herself whether she should save Cynthia in the restaurant that day or not.
At night.
Time passed quietly, and it was two o''clock in the morning again.
This time was like an unbreakable curse. Amelia turned over angrily after hearing the sound of
closing the door downstairs, but she couldn''t fall asleep for a long time.
Helplessly, she went downstairs, took out the lemon wine and a goblet from the liquor cab. Then
shey on the sofa and begun to watch funny shows while drinking.
As time went by, Amelia unconsciously got drunk on the sofa and did not even know when it was
dawn.
The goblet fell on the thick carpet, and the empty wine bottle were held in Amelia''s arms. At this
time, she did not look like a sessful career woman at all, but a drunkard who did not care about
her image.
There was the repeat of the funny program on TV. The hosts and the guests were making a fool of
themselves, which was really hrious and funny.
This was what Patrick saw when he returned home, but he could notugh.
At this time yesterday, Amelia had already set up bowls and chopsticks on the table and prepared
delicious meals. She was sitting in her seat and waiting for him toe back with a smile.
Patrick walked to the sofa and fixed his eyes on Amelia who was drunk. He knew that he really
didn''t care about her feelings. He also pondered over her suggestion and wanted to hire a
nursemaid for Cynthia.
But why was she drunk at the moment?
Perhaps Patrick''s eyes were too aggressive and oppressive, Amelia covered her dizzy forehead
and looked up at him. She murmured as if she was dreaming, "Patrick?"
She thought that she was dreaming, so she turned overzily and closed her sleepy eyes again,
ignoring Patrick who was in her "dream".
Patrick''s face turned colder and colder!
He bent over and woke her up mercilessly. Being shaken by him, Amelia felt more ufortable.
She suddenly turned around and red at Patrick. However, when she saw Patrick''s shrewd eyes,
she shuddered.
"Do you remember who I am?" Patrick asked in a cold voice.
Amelia came back to earth and felt a little embarrassed, "Patrick! You...e back?"
Patrick asked ndly, "Isn''t it the right time for me toe back now?"
Amelia sensed the unhappiness in his tone and thought that he was hungry. She jumped out of the
sofa and said, "I''ll prepare breakfast for you immediately!"
"Come back and sit down!" Patrick stared at her back and ordered coldly.
Amelia was still a little dizzy because she had just waken up, so she did as he ordered obediently.
"Did you see the funny show for a whole night?"
"Yeah, I felt so boredst night."
Patrick was a little unhappy. He was frightened in the hospital, but sheughed at home. It seemed
that he didn''t wrong her before he went out, and he didn''t have to feel guilty for what he had said!
He nced at the wine bottle that she was still holding in her arms and smiled mockingly, "Watching
TV while drinking, it seems that you had a good timest night."
Amelia knew that his words was a satire on her, so she put the wine bottle on the tea table and said
with guilty eyes, "I felt so thirstyst night, so I got up in the middle of the night and had a few sips."
"Did you quench your thirst with wine? Why don''t I know that you have such a habit?" Then Patrick
nced at thebel of "Dream" on the bottle. He pointed to the bottle and asked unhappily, "Where
did you get the wine?"
Amelia suddenly had a guilty conscience.
She spoke haltingly, "I bought it in the supermarket."
"Market?" Patrick scoffed at herme excuse, "If you bought it in the supermarket, there must be
the date of manufacture on the bottle. But there was no date of manufacture on this bottle!"
Amelia suddenly remembered that Ryan had told her that this batch of lemon wine was thetest to
be made. He must send her those wines before the wine factory printed the date of manufacture on
the bottles.
Seeing that Amelia could not answer him, Patrick narrowed his eyes coldly, "Do you keep in touch
with Ryan without my consent?"
Amelia red at him and said discontentedly, "I don''t care if you have anyints against his
son, but you shouldn''t transfer your hatred of his son to him!"
Patrick clenched his fists unhappily, because Amelia was arguing with him because of Ryan, a man
she had just met for several times!
He said angrily, "I have warned you that you are not allowed to talk business with hispany and
contact him. Why don''t you listen to me?"
Amelia smiled slightly, and her words made Patrick very familiar, "You don''t allow me to contact
Ryan because you have selfish motives. I love to contact him because it''s my freedom. You don''t
want to be restricted by me, right? So you should feel for me."
D*mn it! Amelia was talking back to him with what he said yesterday!
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"Listen carefully. If you keep in touch with Ryan, you oppose me!" Patrick asked clearly, "Amelia, do
you want to oppose me?"
Last time when she opposed him, she was almost isted by the whole stuff in thepany.
Amelia closed her eyes and said sarcastically, "You are crafty. I really don''t dare oppose you."
Patrick asked gloomily, "What did you say?"
Amelia pursed her lips and did not want to argue with him anymore. She waved her hand and
walked toward the kitchen.
Seeing that Amelia ignored him, Patrick was like a furious wolf. He grabbed her hand quickly and
pushed her to the ground!
Amelia''s waist was the first to fell on the ground, she felt so painful that she frowned immediately.
Seeing that she struggled to get up from the ground, Patrick simply pressed down on her.
Amelia groaned in a dull voice. Her eyes were filled with tears because of the pain, but she held
back her tears stubbornly.
Patrick pinched her chin and asked in a gloomy voice, "You haven''t answered my question yet. Do
you want to run away?"