Chapter 569


    "It''s fine. Thank you for taking care of me on my way here. You''ve had it tougher than I did!" Amelia


    said sincerely.


    Without Huxton''s encouragement, she might not have crossed the bridge.


    Huxton then answered, "Let''s go. Well ask the vigers where Mr. Hopper is staying."


    Coincidentally, when they were in a hurry to ask their way around, somebody whom Amelia was


    familiar with appeared from around the corner.


    Her eyes lit up. Amelia raised her hands to her lips like trumpets and shouted, "Ms. Secretary!"


    When Patrick''s secretary saw Amelia standing not far away, she was stunned on her spot.


    She picked up a hand and pinched her thigh to check if she was in a dream. It hurt so much! So she


    was not dreaming!


    "Oh no! Mrs. Hopper is here! Mr. Hopper is in big trouble!" The secretary thought in reflex.


    "Ms. Secretary... Where are you going?"


    Amelia wanted to approach her and say hello, but the secretary had on a strange expression and


    looked as if she was about to run away.


    Frowning, Amelia quickened her pace and chased after her. She stood in front of the secretary,


    blocking her way, and said, "Ms. Secretary, it''s me. Don''t tell me you''ve forgotten me after the


    holidays?"


    "Oh, no..." The secretary shook her head repeatedly and said with reverence, "Even if I had


    forgotten anybody, I wouldn''t have forgotten you... Er... Mrs..."


    "Should I call her ''Madam Ramsay'' or ''Mrs. Hopper''?" The secretary was caught in a dilemma.


    "You should call me Madam Ramsay, just as before. Or you can call me by my name if you want,"


    Amelia offered graciously.


    Even if the secretary was the bravest person in the world, she would not dare to call Amelia by her


    name. She gave a hollowugh and asked, "Madam Ramsay, what are you doing here?"


    Amelia was confused and said, "Of course I''m here for Patrick. Do you not wee me?"


    "Sure I wee you here!" The secretary answered hastily.


    Amelia smiled, "That''s good. Where''s Patrick? Please take me to him."


    The secretary was having a headache. Sincest night, Mr. Hopper had been taking care of Sissi,


    who


    was having a fever.


    The most crucial thing was that to prevent the rest from disturbing Sissi in the middle of the night,


    Mr. Hopper had carried Sissi back to his ce.


    In other words, they had spent an entire night alone with each other!


    Although Mr. Hopper was chivalrous to other women on top of Amelia, it would be hard to exin


    why he took a woman who was neither his wife nor kinship back to his room and took care of her


    personally.


    As Patrick''s secretary, she had an obligation to cover for her boss and fog up the situation. She


    could rack her brains and fool anybody, but it was difficult to lie to Amelia precisely because she


    was Patrick''s legitimate wife.


    Stuck in a tough spot, the secretary changed the topic and asked gently, "Madam Ramsay... Did you


    inform Mr. Hopper in advance that you''reing here?"


    Amelia shook her head and said, "I haven''t told him yet."


    "Then you can call him now and ask him toe and pick you up," The secretary finally decided on


    finding a way to send a message to Patrick.


    But Amelia did not y by the book. "No, I want to give him a surprise. You can just take me directly


    to him."


    Out of options, the secretary said helplessly, "Well then,e with me."


    "Huxton, keep up with us." Perhaps it was because she was about to see Patrick in a short while,


    her high spirits were reflected in the higher pitch of her voice.


    On the way, the secretary deliberately strode very slowly to prolong the journey and introduced


    them to the local customs and practices as a tactic. Amelia did not know what was up with the


    secretary, so Amelia only listened to her cluelessly.


    On the other hand, on Patrick''s side.


    This content is ? N?velDrama.Org.


    In the room, Patrick''s private doctor said, "Mr. Patrick, Ms. Sissi''s fever has subsided. She''ll recover


    soon as long as she continues to rest."


    Patrick''s sharp eyes softened and replied, "Got it."


    "Then I''ll go down first."


    After the doctor left, Sissi who was lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes and asked faintly,


    "Don''t you hate me to the bones? Why did you call your doctor to treat me and even carry me to


    your..."


    Before she could finish, Patrick interjected impassively, "Who should I torture if you''re dead?"


    Sissi''s red lips slightly curled. "I know, you don''t wish


    me to die at all..."


    Patrick nced at her in contempt and indifference. "Aren''t you overconfident?"


    Sissi got up from the bed and her brown eyes shifted to his face. "People say ''you hate because


    you love''. The more you hate me, the deeper your love for me..."


    "Shut up!" Patrick snapped.


    Sissi stared at him and asked, "Do you dare to say that you don''t have feelings for me at all?"


    Patrick snickered. "Why would I have feelings for you? Don''t you know that I''m married?"


    Although she had mentally prepared herself, Sissi was still feeling hurt.


    Ignoring the pained look on her face, Patrick asked her to leave without hesitation, "Since your fever


    is gone, get out of my room!"


    Sissi bit her paled lips, pushed herself weakly up from the bed, put on her shoes, and made her way


    to the door step-by-step.


    Seeing that she was dehydrated and feeble as she swayed for each step she took, Patrick got up


    from his seat and rushed over to her. He grabbed her by the arm and pressed her between himself


    and the wall. Then, he lowered his head and uttered angrily, "D*mn it! Do you not know how to say


    something to lighten the situation?"


    The long dress fluttered into a beautiful arc in the air, giving an impression that Sissi would slip


    through his fingers at anytime.


    Sissi was pressed against the wall by him identally and rather harshly. Even though her back


    was hurt, sheughed and said, "Are you getting angry because of me?"


    Patrick eximed in exasperation, "What''s there to mad at?"


    Sissi worshipped his attractive facial appearance with her gaze. "You said that you would never get


    angry by anybody irrelevant. But now, you''re angry because of me, which means... I''m not an


    insignificant person to you."


    Patrick''s temple throbbed. "Sissi Roberts, do you know that your self-righteousness disgusts me?"


    Sissi replied in a delicate voice, "I just know you well... that''s all."


    Patrick gritted his teeth and said, "And why do you say so? "


    Sissi recounted and said, "Just because I... used to be your high school teacher, your college lover,


    your..."


    "Enough!" Patrick raised his voice and stopped her from continuing. He announced ominously,


    "You''re


    no longer!"


    Sissi''s heart ached. She looked away gloomily and said, "Yes, I''m no longer. You''re married and


    have a young and beautiful wife now."


    Patrick retorted harshly, "Don''t say that as if I''m the only one here who got married! Compared to


    me, you''re of god-speed! How long was it after we broke up? A year? Two years? And then you


    married to your current husband!"