Chapter 430
Seeing hering to sit next to him voluntarily, Patrick curled up his lips despite himself.
Amelia and he were getting more and more connected. Sometimes they didn''t have to say things
out loud since a look would be enough.
ncing at her little face, he said in a deep voice, "Was it difficult to exin our rtionship to your
coworkers?"
"Not at all." Amelia answered, "They just asked a few usual questions, which were easy to deal
with."
Patrick frowned at herst two words. "You didn''t tell them in detail how we met and got married?"
Amelia almost rolled her eyes. "Mr. Hopper, I''m sorry to tell you that we don''t have a romantic
encounter. It''s just that I was drunk in the bar and happened to meet you, who was also drunk. And
then we... hooked up. That''s how we met by chance. Do you want me to tell everyone about the
process of us knowing each other?"
Patrick pondered for a while seriously before answering, "I don''t mind it as long as you are not
embarrassed about it. After all, you are the one being pressed down and crying out for pain."
"Patrick, I''m going to tear your mouth!" Amelia was so annoyed that she straddled him. She was
about to lose her temper when Patrick pressed the back of her head and nted a slow kiss on her.
When Amelia was overwhelmed by the kiss and had an illusion of getting heatstroke, Patrick turned
away and chuckled with satisfaction. "From today on, I can kiss you wherever and however I like
without caring about others'' opinions."
Amelia wanted tough, but tears ran down her cheeks and soaked Patrick''s clothes.
When Patrick turned to her, Amelia had regained her usual self, though her red eyes still gave her
away. He asked with aplicated feeling, "Why are you crying?
"I''m not. I was just too happy." Amelia reached out to hold his neck and let out a low sigh.
Doris was right. Amelia wished she could drown herself in the respect and gentleness given by him
and never wake up again.
Noting her sadness, Patrick touched her head and tried tofort her with his domineering way.
"From now on, no matter where you are, you will always have me to protect you, especially in the
company. You can lord it over others there."
Amelia moaned at his way of bossy behaviors, "I am not a lord. Why should I lord it over others?"
Patrick squinted at her and said, "You think too highly of yourself by addressing yourself as a lord.
You are just a turtle who is so timid and fainthearted."
"You!" Amelia blurted out with anger. "How dare you call me a turtle! Be careful when I give birth to
a bunch of little turtle babies of yours someday!"
Amused by Amelia, Patrick held her tightly and said softly but determinedly, "Mrs. Hopper, don''t wait
till ''someday''. I want a little turtle baby now."
Amelia hurried to break free from his arms and held his face to study carefully before she asked
skeptically, "Are you really Patrick Hopper?" "Absolutely!" Patrick grabbed her small hand that was
on his cheek and kissed her palm. He said from the bottom of his heart, "Mrs. Hopper, give me a
baby."
"So you..." Amelia moved her gaze slowly to where his heart was and she asked with hesitation, "Is
she still holds a ce... here?"
Patrick''s face froze. He tried to avoid the question subconsciously. "Does it have anything to do with
us having our baby?"
Amelia frowned. "Of course. If she still has a ce in your heart, what is that when I give birth to
you kid? What do you take me for? A reproductive tool?"
Patrick was silent.
Seeing that he didn''t seem to have any ns to say goodbye to his past, Amelia couldn''t help but
feel disappointed. But she still maintained her rationality and said, "Think about it carefully. You
have time."
After that, she jumped off him. Just as she was about to leave, she was grabbed by the hand from
behind. His nervous voice came, "Mrs. Hopper, where are you going?"
Amelia gave him a look and said matter-of-factly, "Go back to our room to take a shower."
After meticulously scrutinizing her expression and making sure that she was not mad, Patrick was
relieved. He promised, "Mrs. Hopper, I will give you the answer after Christmas."
Amelia''s gaze softened. "Okay, I''ll wait for you."
Back in the bedroom, Amelia took out the pajamas needed from the wardrobe. When she was
about to walk into the bathroom, her cell phone in her pocket rang.
Since she was in a rush to take a shower, Amelia didn''t look at the name before putting the phone
through. The caller was silent for so long that she almost thought it was a prank. Finally, the voice
came from the other side of the phone, "Amelia, you are Patrick''s wife! Uh?"
"Hobart?" Amelia called out Hobart''s name in shock.
Hobart said as if he was about to murder someone, "That''s something. I''ve been courting you for so
long until I was told today that you''re his wife?"
Amelia said with resignation, "I couldn''t tell you the truth for some reason. Oh, by the way, do you
remember when we first met? At the horse farm... You asked me to be your woman and I told you
that you couldn''t give me what Patrick had given me. I also showed you the wedding ring.
Unfortunately, you didn''t think about it at all..."
"No one would have been in the mood to think about it that way! My mind was too upied with the
thought of touching your fair, tender hand..."
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Amelia was at a loss for words. How could Hobart say it that straightforwardly?
Realizing that he had said something inappropriate, Hobart coughed softly. "What I mean is that the
wedding ring is so small, so how could I have noticed it!"
"Is it small?" Amelia touched the bulging part of her corbone and murmured, "It''s not small. It''s as
big as a pigeon egg."
Hobart insisted the ring was small, "I really didn''t see anything that day!"
"Okay, whatever you say." Amelia was disturbed by his argument.
Hobart kept ming her. "Why didn''t you tell meter that you were Patrick''s wife?"
Amelia felt upset. "I''ve told you that I have my reason that I couldn''t tell you."
Hobart said indignantly, "Huh, I guess your two must have beenughing about me for being so
stupid every night you did those pillow talks, right?"
Amelia said honestly, "No. We never mentioned you before we went to bed."
Hobart took a deep breath. "Why am I even sadder after hearing that?"
Amelia held her forehead. "Hobart... I''m sorry. I didn''t mean to keep it from you. If I did something
that has led to your misunderstanding, I apologize."
Hobart sighed softly. "No. You''ve never done anything that made me misunderstand."
On the contrary, because of her repeated refusals, his desire to win her over had got stronger.