Chapter 510


    "Help me close it." Patrick Hopper said.


    "Alright."


    Amelia Ramsay''s fingertip just tapped on the mouse''s left key. However, before she used any


    strength, the soft key concaved.


    Before that, Patrick had left his mouse cursor at the "unread emails". Then, a dozen emails popped


    into her Amelia''s eyes at the same time because she identally clicked on it.


    At first, she nced at these emails inadvertently. However, her watery eyes locked at the screen


    when she saw the sender''s name kept showing ''Sissi Roberts''.


    Amelia felt that all the blood in her body rushed to the top of her head at this second. Her thoughts


    began to boil. She started to has lots of suspicions.


    From the oversea letters, to the unopened parcels, then to the emails. Sissi always tried to make


    Patrick to remember her.


    Did Patrick know about it?


    No, he probably did not know. Otherwise, he would never allow her to touch theputer.


    With a slight sh in her eyes, Amelia showed her delicate face from theputer and took a


    nce at Patrick.


    When she noticed his normal looking expression, she rolled her eyes and turned her head.


    Meanwhile, she deleted Sissi''s three emails by right-hand clicking on the mouse.


    Huh... it was not enough for Sissi to send one email yet she sent three. How desperate was she


    trying to hook up with people''s husband?


    After despising Sissi in the bottom of her heart, Amelia clicked on a funny video and watched it.


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    She was not worried at all that Patrick would be furious at her after discovering that the emails had


    been deleted. Anyway, it was Sissi''s fault. If he dared to be angry with her for Sissi, it meant that he


    still had Sissi in his heart. In that case...


    Amelia unconsciously covered her hand on her lower abdomen and a confused look appeared in


    her eyes. If he did not want tomit, did she still want to have baby with him?


    The bedroom was dead silent for a while except the noise from theputer.


    Patrick felt lonely when he saw Amelia staring at theputer with her eyes fixed looking very


    fascinated. Then he shouted at her, "Have you finished?"


    Amelia nced at him from a distance when she heard his voice. Her eyes revealed some


    indiscernible illusions which made his heart inexplicably clenched as if he had done something


    wrong to her.


    They looked at each other for a while. Just when he thought that she would say something, she


    calmly withdrew her eyes and focused on theputer again.


    Patrick could not help but feel that something was not right. However, he could note up with an


    exnation at the same time. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.


    After tidying up his hair, he got up and took out a mobile phone from a suit jacket hanging on the


    hanger. He clicked on the album inside and countless photos of beautiful women popped out to his


    sight.


    Patrick had categorized all the women as ordinary women except Amelia. He took a nce at


    Amelia''s photos in the hospital at noon. He was in a good mood when he looked at them.


    When Patrick enjoyed browsing the album, Amelia suddenly talked, "Where did you get the phone?"


    Patrick reacted quickly. He looked up at Amelia who was confused and exined, "I just bought this


    phone recently."


    As he spoke, he put the phone into his pants'' pocket and acted as if nothing had happened.


    Amelia tilted her head and said, "But why do I feel... that it''s a little old."


    The corners of Patrick''s mouth twitched. "Is that so? Maybe I didn''t notice when I bought it. The


    shopkeeper probably sold me a second-hand phone."


    Amelia raised her eyebrows. Not to mention that the phone looked really old, it was strange that it


    was an unknown brand as well. When did Patrick downgrade himself to use a lousy phone after


    their nice couple phone?


    Could it be that he had some secrets that he did not want her to know? Could it be rted to Sissi?


    Amelia''s heart was filled with a sense of gloom and she was no longer in the mood to watch the


    video.


    After she closed the video with the mouse cursor, Amelia got up from the chair and walked toward


    Patrick, "I''ve finished watching the show. Let''s rest."


    Patrick raised his eyebrows when he saw the gentle smile on her lips. He asked, "Why do you


    suddenly be so dominant?"


    "Don''t you like it when I took the initiative?" She sat on Patrick''s thighs. She looked at him face to


    face with a charming expression on her innocent face.


    Patrick put his arm around her waist and flirted with her. "I f*cking like it very much."


    Although he said that, he was not in a hurry to make love with her. Instead, he looked at her with a


    calm smile. He wanted to see what the little fox was up to.


    Amelia felt that he was being aroused but trying controlled himself not to take further action. So


    Amelia had to get close to his ear and gasp, "Tonight, I will squeeze you dry..."


    The atmopshere was very exotic and she was pressed into the bed by him. Her ck hair


    scattered...


    "Remember, you''re the one who provoked me tonight!"


    The scarlet eyes locked her palm-sized face. After these words were spoken by Patrick, he was


    going to make her regret.


    Time flew by before they knew it. It was alreadyte at night and it was dawn.


    When she heard his breath finally calmed down, Amelia immediately got up from the bed and


    groped for the sleeping pant that was thrown on the carpet.


    Usually she was the first one who felt tired and passed out. However, she tried to stay awake until


    Patrick fell asleep just to check what secrets were


    hidden in his cell phone.


    Waiting...


    When her hand was about to touch his pants, Amelia suddenly paused. If she looked at his phone


    without permission, did that mean that she would be someone like him? A stalker?


    Amelia suddenly fell into a dilemma. Atst, her reason got the head of her. She fell back to sleep


    and forced herself to close her eyes, ignoring it.


    The more she thought, the more likely she would dream about it. After Amelia fell asleep, she


    dreamt that Patrick was using that lousy phone to send flirty messages.


    "Sissi, I''ll divorce that poor wife of my after you return."


    "Sissi, I love you. I''m with Amelia just because I wanted to use her to give birth to a sessor."


    Suddenly, Amelia drenched in cold sweat and sat up from the bed. She felt a sharp pain in her chest


    and she gasped for air while covering her heart. She tried to relieve the pain that was from the


    dream.


    Patrick was woken up by her movements. When he opened his eyes, he could still hear her


    gasping. He sat up and asked, "What''s wrong? Are you feeling not well?"


    Amelia''s face stiffened when she heard his voice and she said in a hurry, "No, I just had a


    nightmare."


    Patrick saw her putting her arms around her legs with a lingering fear in her heart. He stretched out


    one of his hands to hold her shoulders and used another hand to hold her head bringing her into his


    arms.


    He said in an awkward but concerned tone, "Don''t be afraid. I''m here."


    Amelia could not help but want tough. Every time this manforted her, he would only say this


    one sentence, but it always worked on her...


    She closed her eyes and enjoyed thefort that he gave her, as the heartache and uneasiness


    from the dream disappeared slowly.