Chapter 572


    At Land of Fragrance.


    When they got home, Dr. Scarlett was already waiting forthem in the small garden outside. Amelia


    was surprised and asked, "Dr. Scarlett, didn''t I tell you that there''s no need toe to work these


    few days?"


    She had nned to stay with Patrick in the vige for a while, but the n changed, and she came


    back on the very same day. Amelia did not expect that Dr. Scarlett had also returned.


    Dr. Scarlett stared hostilely at the young man behind Amelia and said, "It''s your husband''s


    subordinate who told me toe."


    "Ah, you mean Huxton?" Amelia finally realized that it was Dr. Scarlett who Huxton contacted back


    in the car.


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    Huxton interjected in no hurry, "Yes. Since madam has returned home, it''s kind of impossible for Dr.


    Scarlett to continue her paid vacation."


    Dr. Scarlett clicked her tongue and told Amelia in seriousness, "Miss Amelia, if you need anything in


    the future, you should call me yourself. There are some voices that I would gag at the sound of it!


    Also, you can go ahead and deduct my wages for yesterday. I don''t want to ept anything given


    to me unwillingly!"


    Amelia was a little confused. Why did she feel that there was some arguments between these two


    in front of her?


    Huxton nced at Dr. Scarlett and said, "Madam didn''t have a good restst night. How long more


    do you want her to stay outside and talk to you?"


    Dr. Scarlett responded with anger, "Then you''d better hurry up and unlock the door! The key isn''t


    with me!"


    Huxton said with a poker face, "The men in ck are guarding at home. What do you need the key


    for?"


    Dr. Scarlett added airily, "Then go on and press the doorbell. Otherwise, your madam will get cold,


    and I won''t be the one who will be med."


    "That''s enough! Stop arguing!" Even Amelia, who was sandwiched between them, was getting a


    headache. "I''m going to ring the doorbell!"


    Dr. Scarlett said, "No need!"


    Huxton said, "I''ll go!"


    Dr. Scarlett was taken back and glowered at Huxton. "F*ck! You did it on purpose, didn''t you? I''ve


    already said I''m ringing the doorbell! Get out of here!"


    Huxton maintained his spot and said, "Didn''t you say you don''t want to do it? Leave it to me then."


    Dr. Scarlett put her hands on her hips and red at Huxton. "When did you see that I''m not willing


    to do it? You idiot!"


    Seeing that they were back to bickering again, Amelia shook her head, walked in between them,


    and rang the doorbell.


    After a while, the door opened. Amelia turned back and said to the couple who were staring


    furiously into each other''s eyes, "Stop arguing,e in."


    "Who''s arguing with her/him?" Huxton and Scarlett retorted simultaneously.


    In the bedroom.


    As soon as Amelia pulled open the curtains, her cell phone rang. She took it out from her pocket


    and saw that it was from Patrick.


    Looking at the iing phone call, Amelia suppressed the urge to decline the call and pressed


    down on the answer button.


    "Hello?"


    "Mrs. Hopper... Are you awake?"


    Amelia subconsciously looked at the clock and found that it was only seven o''clock in the morning.


    She answered in a slightly nasal voice, "Yea, what


    about you?"


    Patrick replied, "Me too."


    Amelia followed up, "Why did you get up so early today?"


    Patrick responded, "I promised to give a speech to the children in primary school in the vige


    today, so I got up earlier."


    Amelia said indifferently, "Oh..."


    Patrick then added in an almost inaudible voice, "And, I miss you..."


    Amelia was surprised. "What did you say?"


    Patrick repeated shamelessly, "I said I miss you. That''s why I called you so early in the morning and


    asked what you were doing."


    Amelia forced a smile. "What else can I do? Of course, I''ve been going to thepany anding


    back home. Unlike you, who''s living so freely andfortably..."


    Patrick did not hear the underlying indication of Amelia''s words. He simply said, "How is this


    comfortable? You have no idea how horrible the environment here is. Can you imagine a roof full of


    cobwebs? Also, the dishes here are mostly just noodles and vegetables..."


    After Amelia listened to him quietly, she asked impassively, "Since it''s so bad, why don''t youe


    back?"


    Patrick had no reply.


    Catching his slightly heavier breath, a sarcastic smile shed on her lips, and she asked, "What''s


    the matter? Is my suggestion not good enough, or is there any beautiful scenery in the vige that


    makes you want to stay there?"


    Patrick responded with ease, "No matter how impressive the mountain scenery is, it still can''t


    compare to your beauty most slightly."


    "You''re such a sweet talker today." But Amelia could not bring herself to be happy.


    "What about you? Do you miss me?" Patrick must be really idle to chat with her without aim like this.


    Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Amelia said, "Yes."


    Although Patrick was happy to hear this answer, he figured out a coldness to her answer. He raised


    his eyebrows and asked, "Do you remember the day before I left Northville? How did I teach you to


    speak nicely? Did you forget it so quickly?"


    His tenderness, his teasing, and even his yful lecturing, at this time, all of them became


    hypocritical when Amelia heard him.


    She was starting to find it hard to bear and lowered down her volume, "Is there anything else? If


    there''s nothing else, I''ll hang up first. I still have to go to workter."


    If it was someone else, they might have been convinced by Amelia. But it was Patrick who was very


    familiar with the way Roxxon operated. He said, "The office clocks in at eight-thirty, and it''s only


    seven o''clock now. Do you have to be in such a hurry?"


    Amelia didn''t reply.


    Patrick asked in a half-joking and half-serious way, "You don''t want to talk to me?"


    She kept silent.


    Patrick challenged on in a deep voice, "Or, is there someone waiting for you?"


    Amelia denied, "No."


    Patrick snorted and said, "I''ve given you a few days of freedom, not for you to waste it on other


    men! You''d better be cautious when I''m not around.


    Otherwise, when I return to the Northville, you''ll know!"


    Amelia fell onto therge bed behind her and said wearily, "If you don''t believe me, you can ask


    Huxton. Bye."


    With that, she quickly ended the call. The two drops of tears that were welling in the rims of her


    eyes finally slid down her cheeks in the end...


    She had to hang up the phone, or Patrick would know that she was crying, and then there would be


    a lot of questions sting her way.


    Patrick, who was at Timothy Vige, was maddened. He thought that the woman would cry and say


    something about missing him, begging him to go home as soon as possible to cuddle and hug her.


    But he was wrong. She did not even have the time to talk to him!


    No! It was not that she did not have time! She did not want to talk to him at all!


    Unknowingly, the veins in Patrick''s hand were almost pulsing out.


    He angrily dialed Amelia''s number again. He wanted to ask her what was wrong with her sudden


    indifference!


    Beep... Beep... Beep...


    Just as Patrick waited for her to answer the phone anxiously, an uninvited guest came into his


    unlocked room.


    Noticing the grace in the guest''s eyes. Patrick dropped the phone in his hand unconsciously. He did


    not even know if the call went through.