Chapter 546


    Amelia red at him with herrge eyes and shouted, "What the hell are you talking about?"


    "Think about it carefully," Patrick said as he curled his thumb and middle finger at her.


    Amelia was scared. She took a couple of steps back and put down one of her hands from her


    forehead to stop Patrick from approaching her. "Show some mercy. Let me think about it."


    After a while, she asked hesitantly, "Did I talk to you just now?"


    Patrick replied steadfastly, "Yes, you did!"


    "But I can''t remember no matter how hard I tried.


    You know, I love to talk nonsense when I''m halfasleep!" Amelia found an excuse for her ''momentary


    amnesia''.


    Patrick challenged her in a dangerous tone, "Nonsense?"


    It turned out that the word ''darling'' was just gibberish? Was this woman deliberately trying to make


    him die of anger?


    Seeing that a shadow loomed over his face, Amelia felt rmed and asked, "Why don''t you remind


    me?"


    Remind? How should he remind her? Tell her directly that she had called him ''darling''just now?


    D*mn it! Patrick could not say something so cringing and disgusting!


    "Hm? Why aren''t you saying anything? What''s wrong?"


    Noticing that his face was bing sourer, Amelia wondered if she had scolded him in her dreams.


    At this, she regretted at once, "Mr. Hopper, no matter what I told you, you should never take it


    seriously because I never meant them. Do you understand?"


    "Did you hear what she said? She said she didn''t mean them!" The devil from the bottom of


    Patrick''s heart burst out andughed at him.


    "I get it," said Patrick, his voice strained. Patrick turned his stiff body and walked to the bathroom.


    "As long as you get it." Amelia saw that he did not intend to bicker with her, so she let out a long


    sigh of relief.


    When she came back to her senses, a loud noise sounded from the bathroom. Amelia yelled out in


    nervousness, "What''s wrong with you?"


    There was no response.


    Amelia thought that he had not heard her, so she climbed out of bed, put on her slippers, and


    walked to the bathroom door. She knocked on the door and called out, "Pat..."


    Before she could finish, the door of the toilet cracked open, the tall figure of Patricking out of it.


    He nced at her and told her coldly, "Go to sleep."


    "Oh! Okay!" Amelia was slightly scared by the edge in his gaze. She responded to him in fear,


    walked back in her slippers, and went to bed.


    After making sure she was gone, Patrick immediately turned and closed the bathroom door.


    On the bed, Amelia watched Patrick, who had a displeased look on his face. She asked in curiosity,


    "What on earth did I say to upset you? Just tell me."


    Patrick reached out and turned off the bedsidemp.


    Darkness shrouded the entire room...


    Amelia stared at where Patrick was in silence and muttered, "You''re so irritable.."


    With that, she crawled under the warm nkets.


    At first, Amelia was slightly bothered about this. But after a while, she could not resist the


    drowsiness and fell asleep.


    Listening to her even breathing, Patrick got even more furious. Why was it so difficult to hear a good


    word from her?


    In the middle of the night.


    Amelia was awakened by the urge to go to the bathroom. She had a habit of going to the toilet in


    the dead of the night. She also did not need to turn on the lights and had always felt her way to the


    toilet. It had gone smoothly every time and she would not bump into anything.


    Tonight, she did the same thing.


    But when she reached the bathroom, something squeaked beneath her foot, as if she had stepped


    on something sticky...


    It could not be cockroaches, could it?


    Amelia was so scared that all the sleepiness vanished at once. She flipped on the switch at the side


    with her frozen body!


    When the lights flicked on, Amelia squinted her eyes at the ground.


    It turned out that she had stepped on was a loosely-sealed toothpaste.


    She could not help but scoff at herself. How could there be cockroaches in such a cold winter? She


    was simply scaring herself!


    But then herugh came to an abrupt stop because everywhere she could see was littered with


    bottles and cans.


    After a few seconds, Amelia finally snapped out of her shock. Patrick came in here before sleeping.


    And when he was in here, she heard noises. At first, she had thought he fell, but she did not expect


    him to fling things across the room from inside.


    What the hell...


    Why did this man like to smash things when he got angry? Many of them were still sealed and not


    used as well, it was such a pity to break them.


    Amelia shook her head at the bottles and jars on the ground. After wiping the foot that had stepped


    on the toothpaste with a tissue, she squatted down and began to tidy up the bathroom.


    In the middle of the night, no matter how delicate and careful she worked her hands and feet, the


    man on the bed still heard her.


    Patrick sat up with his hand on his forehead. At the same time, the noises kept issuing from the


    bathroom. Confused, he got out of bed and slowly made his way to the bathroom.


    He met with the sight of Amelia squatting on the ground with her back to him, her pant legs and


    sleeves rolled up. She picked up the toothpaste, the toilet cleaner, the hand soap, and body soap.


    She was so busy that she did not notice his presence.


    Patrick leaned on one side and watched her quietly, wondering how long it would take for her to find


    him.


    As the night darkened, Amelia''s nose itched suddenly and she sneezed. She rubbed her nose


    carelessly and continued to work.


    Patrick secretly sighed and thought to himself, "When will she start thinking for herself?"


    He took the coat off his shoulders that he wore when he got up and threw it on Amelia''s head


    mindlessly.


    "Huh? What''s this?!" Like a captured small animal, his overcoat covered the entirety of Amelia''s


    body.


    She pulled at the coat for a long time before finally removing it from her head. It still had with the


    lingering warmth of Patrick''s body. She could not help but tightened her grip on it a little.


    "It''s for you. Put it on quickly," Patrick''s cold voice echoed from above her head.


    Amelia raised her eyes and found Patrick looking at her with his handsome face. He had appeared


    behind her without her noticing.


    She stuck out her tongue. "Did I wake you up?"


    Patrick snorted. He looked away and said, "I''m d you know that."


    Amelia was ridden with guilt beyond words. "I''m sorry. It''s so dirty and messy here, so I didn''t think


    too much at the moment..."


    Patrick''s handsome face turned red. He was perfectly aware of the reason for the filth, but he did


    not want to admit it. He said, "Who asked you to nose in other people''s business? Leave the stuff


    here and let Huxton handle it tomorrow."


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    Amelia did not think that she was being nosy. "But, but I need to go to the toilet."


    Patrick said matter-of-factly, "Go to the toilet then!"


    Amelia argued, "But the floor is so slippery. What if someonees in and falls identally?"


    It was not a big deal if she was the one who fell. She was just afraid that if Patrick fell, he would


    take the opportunity to show her his temper again.


    "Only someone like you, who has no brains and clumsy would fall! Look at me, I won''t slip on the


    ground!"