Chapter 244


    As Patrick fell asleep, he lost his usual aloof attitude and instead became approachable. Amelia


    looked at him, suddenly fascinated.


    The next second, the phone next to Patrick''s vibrated continuously with "buzz", bringing Amelia


    back to her senses.


    She looked at the sleeping Patrick, who was getting a little irritated by the ringing, and thoughtfully


    muted it, then she took his phone and ducked into the bathroom to press the answer button.


    In her haste, Amelia didn''t pay attention to who was calling, and her look changed when a delicate


    "Patrick" came from the other side of the phone.


    "Patrick, I miss you very much. Can you talk to me?" Cynthia said to "Patrick".


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    Amelia smiled irony and said, "If you have something to say, you can tell me."


    After taking a deep breath, she heard Cynthia''s nervous voice after a while. "Madam Amelia


    Ramsay?"


    "It''s me." Amelia said gently, "Can''t you fall asleep? Let me tell you a story. What do you think?"


    Cynthia felt awkward, "Well... okay."


    Amelia really started to make up a story with emotion, "In the past, there was a mistress. She liked


    to call a married man in the middle of the night. At the end, can you guess what happened to her?"


    Cynthia didn''t reply.


    Seeing that she did not answer, Amelia went on to say, "She is dead." She did not forget to


    strengthen the keywords. "She was dumb to die. Do you know why?"


    Cynthia asked in a dull voice, "Why?"


    Amelia softly said, "It''ste at night. The man''s wife was so disturbed by the mistress''s phone call


    that she couldn''t sleep. Do you think she can make the mistress live a good life?"


    Toot, toot, toot—


    Amelia smirked as she looked at the phone that Cynthia had abruptly hung up on.


    The next day.


    The sun scattered into the cold ward. A gust of wind blew, and Patrick''s eyelids were aroused.


    He opened his eyes and got up from the folding chair. At the same time, the nket slipped to the


    ground.


    Amelia just bought breakfast and coffee from the outside. When she came in and saw that he was


    awake, she smiled and said, "I bought a coffee that you may like to drink. Have a try?"


    Taking over the coffee she handed over, he found that the sign printed on the cup was indeed the


    one he liked very much. He didn''t expect that Amelia would do such a thing for him in the morning.


    At this time, Patrick noticed her neatly dressed and asked, "Why are you dressed up so


    fashionably?" "Have you forgotten? I''m going to shoot the


    advertisement for ''The Water of Life'' today."


    After Patrick took a sip of coffee, he pretended to ask unintentionally, "Would you like to defer the


    shooting time?"


    In fact, Patrick had nned to allow Amelia to take a long leave since George was hospitalized, but


    she said...


    "No, I don''t want to waste the manpower and material resources of ourpany in the crew."


    Patrick smiled. He had to admit that he was satisfied with her answer.


    Before Amelia left, he warned, "Remember, except for necessary interactions, you''d better keep a


    distance from Shawn."


    "Don''t worry, I won''t." Amelia didn''t forget what Shaw''s fans did to her yet.


    Upon hearing this, Patrick relieved.


    "I''ll be off then," as if remembering something, Amelia continued, "By the way, remember to have


    Alicee over before you go to work. I''ll feel worried if there is no one to look after my dad."


    "Well, I see." After seeing her out, Patrick thought for a while and took out his phone to call the


    secretary.


    The secretary asked earnestly, "Boss, I''m in a cafe now. Do you still want to drink your coffee


    without milk or sugar?"


    Patrick looked down at the coffee in his hand. The sip he had just drunk warmed his heart, which


    waspletely different from the feeling that it was bought by his secretary. "You don''t have to buy


    it for me today. I need you to do something else."


    "I''m listening."


    In Lintons Ads Company.


    It was rare for Amelia toe here. On the contrary, Milton was the one who frequently visited


    Roxxon. Since she was not familiar with thispany, she had contacted Milton beforehand.


    As soon as she parked the car in the parking lot, she saw a Porsche stayed to her left side, Amelia


    rolled down the window calmly and greeted to the owner of the Porsche, "Hi!"


    Milton''s loving eyes stared at the smile on Amelia''s face, then responded to her greeting.


    "Have you recovered from your coughing?" Amelia pointed to his throat.


    Milton''s face became bad at the mention of it, "I''m good with it, by the way, didn''t you say on the


    phone that you had something to tell me? What is it?"


    Amelia stopped smiling and told him about George''s ident.


    Afterward, Milton pretended to say solemnly, "My future father-inw is in hospital. How can you


    told me just now?"


    His expression was as if he wanted nothing more than run to George and serve him immediately.


    "Bullsh*t!" Ameliaughed because of his exaggerated expression.


    Then Milton got serious, frowned and said, "Your dad is in the hospital, and you are still working.


    Why don''t you just take some time off."


    Amelia rationalized, "Dad has Alice watching during the day and me at night. We take turns, so we


    don''t hold up work."


    Milton said enthusiastically, "If you feel lonely and cold by yourself at night, you can summon me to


    keep youpany."


    "Thank you in advance, gentleman." Amelia said while getting out of the car, "However, Patrick has


    the intention of guarding the night with me."


    The smile on Milton''s face faded quickly. He mmed the car door shut and then approached


    Amelia. He stopped when he was one step away from her. "You always spare no effort to make me


    jealous, don''t you want me to give up for you?"


    Amelia widened her eyes, but then she thought of Sierra''s words. Milton''s affection in her would


    dy his search for his own love.


    "Milton, I''m sorry, I..."


    "You don''t have to say it." Milton didn''t want Amelia''s apology, which meant she was rejecting him. "I


    have a blind date in the afternoon. Do you know what it means? I may soon have a girlfriend."


    Amelia cheered up. "Are you serious?"


    Milton confusingly nced at her and asked, "You seem like happy?"


    Under hispelling gaze, Amelia lowered her head and stared at her toes like a child who had


    done something wrong.


    Milton could not bear to see her like this, and as soon as she showed weakness, he became soft.


    "Forget it, as long as you are happy." Milton said with self- pity. After saying that, he turned around


    and walked in front of Amelia.


    "Milton!" Amelia called his name behind him. She looked at him as if she was looking at her own


    brother who had apanied her for many years. "I just hope you can find your own love."