Chapter 212
Amelia tilted her head up to meet his gentle gaze, which pained her. These were all fake, right?
His tenderness, his dependence as well as his soft words are all lies!
Amelia reached out and blocked his eyes as she said painfully, "Don''t look at me like that anymore!"
He obviously loved and missed someone else, so why was he still looking at her with such soulful
eyes?
Patrick frowned and didn''t immediately go to remove Amelia''s hand, just asked, "What''s wrong with
you?"
At an angle he couldn''t see, Amelia hurriedly rubbed her teary eyes a few times. It''s strange that her
tear ducts seemed to be getting more developedtely...
"Nothing." Amelia pulled his arm away and sat up from the couch, she then slowly lowered the hand
that was over his eyes and said with her back to him, "You''re going to catch a cold sleeping in here.
You should go back to your room."
"What about you?" Patrick was a little reluctant to leave this warm and cozy "cuddle".
Amelia said without looking back, "I still have to cook and shower. Go back to your room and rest
first, and I''ll be with youter..."
Amelia''s attitude in thetter half of the sentence seemed somewhat perfunctory.
"I''ll wait here for you, and I''lle upstairs whenever youe up." Patrickid in the couch a little
mischievously, like he was certain that Amelia would give in to his caprice.
Amelia turned back abruptly, her expression indifferent, and said, "Then you''ll just have to wait here
the whole time!"
Patrick was startled by the words, and she quickly made her way to the kitchen
Patrick finally sensed that something was wrong with Amelia and stood up, asking after her, "What
do you mean?"
She didn''t turn around to answer him.
Patrick was so angry that he swept the bottle off the coffee table, and no matter what he did, Amelia
still ignored him.
Patrick didn''t want to please Amelia. He left Land of Fragrance after he trashed the living room.
Bang—
The sound of the door being mmed shut was deafening. Amelia was far away in the kitchen but
heard it nheless.
Then, carelessly, her knuckles were cut by a kitchen knife, and she numbly washed her bleeding
fingers under the faucet, feeling suddenly alone enough to drown in the current.
The next morning.
Amelia hadn''t slept all night, so she was up early and walked up the spiral staircase in her
nightgown, finally stopping at the living room door.
She checked the shoe closet and there were no Patrick shoes on it, proving he hadn''t been home
last night.
Amelia held her forehead helplessly, Patrick was an adult and should be able to take care of
himself.
After so much self- congrattion, she took the vacuum cleaner out of the storage room and set
about cleaning up the messy living room.
During the cleaning, Amelia turned on the TV to listen to the morning news, and a message
broadcast by the host caught her attention.
Oh gosh, it turned out that the man who attacked her that night was the same rapist who has been
giving all the cops in Northville a headachetely?
Amelia looked at the face in prison, he was refined and even a little feminine. The first words out of
his mouth when he was interviewed by a female reporter were, "You''re beautiful. You look like an
easy woman."
Eventually, a different male reporter had to go in so the interview could continue.
"My wife always said I was not manly and even called me a sissy. One night I came back from a
business trip and found her hiding men in the house. When she saw me she not only didn''t admit
her mistake but also encouraged the adulterers to knock me out. When I woke up I found that they
had taken all the valuables of the house."
Later, he became more and more frantic, and he relied on constant disguise, appearing in all sorts
of situations, and whenever he saw a young, beautiful, alone beauty out, he would try to approach
the person and look for a chance to reach his desire.
"In a short while, he''ll pay for what he''s done." The host added a finalment and the morning
news ended.
Amelia''s fingers gently cupped her chest, she can feel her heart racing, how d she was to be
alive!
Then her phone, resting on the coffee table, vibrated with a text from Milton, "Shawn''s skipped the
hospital again!"
From the message, Amelia experienced Milton''s nervousness and called Paisley, who sleepily says
that Shawn''s agent obligingly took Shawn away yesterday and disliked the hospital''s treatment.
Finally, he asked, "Something happen to Shawn?"
Not wanting to worry him, Amelia smiled and said, "Nothing happens. You should go back to sleep."
After hanging up the phone, Amelia had a quick breakfast and got dressed before heading to the
office.
On the way, her phone screen lit up with an iing call from "Patrick".
It was so rare that Patrick would reach out to her. She''d thought he didn''t want to see her again
afterst night''s argument.
There was a red light ahead. Amelia braked, immediately picked up her cell phone, and said "Mr.
Hooper" in a warm, mellow voice.
"I''m with Cynthia now.e get me back."."
However, his words froze the smile that had just blossomed on Amelia''s face.
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As she didn''t respond, Patrick''s deep voice became even lower, "Amelia? Are you listening?"
It took her a long time to respond, and she asked stiffly, "Why are you at her ce?"
Amelia immediately regretted asking the question. Cynthia was at the hospital, so Patrick must have
gone to stay with her. Wasn''t Amelia humiliating herself by asking it?
Sure enough, Patrick replied, "I came to see how she was doing."
Amelia said patiently, "Yes? So what do you need me to do for you? Don''t you have a car yourself?"
Patrick spoke in a neutral tone, "I was driving drunkst night and my car was impounded by the
police. Aren''t you going to work? You can go by and give me a ride-along."
Amelia frowned. That was quite a natural thing for him to say!
Normally, she would have absolutely refused without hesitation, but thinking that his arm was hurt
for her, she didn''t refuse, "I''ll be there in a moment."
After making this call, Patrick dropped by to put the phone back into his suit jacket.
He then walked out of the bathroom and turned to meet Cynthia''s jeweled eyes gazing at him as he
asked, "You just woke up?"
Cynthia struggled to sit up and asked weakly, "Patrick, why did youe to see me so early
today?"
Patrick thought about how distracted he''d been by Sissi and Amelia''s affairst night. When he
came out of the house, he went straight to the bar and drank many sses of strong whiskey, but it
couldn''t counteract his worries.