Chapter 575
Patrick, who was ahead of Sissi, reached out and pulled at the library''s door only to find that the two
doors would not budge no matter how hard he tried. His face darkened as he assumed, "Is the door
locked from outside?"
Sissi also tried to open the door to no avail. She asked, "Could it be that the librarian thought there
was no one in the library, so they locked it?"
"Why would they lock it? It''s just a crappy library. Will thieves have their eyes set here?"
From Patrick''s point of view, even if thieves came to steal from this school, they would not know
where to start because there was nothing for them to take!
Seeing that Patrick had raised his leg and was about to kick the door, Sissi stopped him and said,
"Wait. I''ll call the management and ask them to unlock it!"
Hearing this, Patrick withdrew his long legs and turned to sit on the bench. He said impatiently,
"Then hurry up!"
"Okay." Sissi searched for the contact on her phone and dialed it. She then furrowed her brows
slightly and said helplessly to Patrick, "No one answered. It seems that everyone has got off work."
Patrick subconsciously looked at his watch and found that he had been busy working with Sissi
without noticing that it was already six-thirty in the evening...
"Let me do it." Looking away from the watch, Patrick took out his cell phone from his pocket and
called the secretary. He then asked her to bring someone to unlock the door for them.
Sissi''s attention fell on his phone. "When did you start liking domestic products?"
Following her gaze to his phone, Patrick replied irritably, "Ah this, I bought it to cater to my wife''s
tastes, it''s a couple''s model."
Stunned for a moment, Sissi pulled her lips into an awkward smile. "I haven''t asked you yet, what
kind of person is your wife?"
"She''s dumb and stupid," answered Patrick. The corner of his lips could not help but lift.
Sissi murmured, "Really?" Didn''t he always like the smart type?
On that note, both of them had nothing else to say.
Patrick had only rxed his frown when the secretary brought some men over to pry open the door.
He straightened up and walked towards the door.
Sissi remained rooted to the ground, left alone and forgotten behind.
"Mr. Hopper, are you alright?"
When the secretary realized that Patrick and Sissi were in the same room alone, she scanned
Patrick from top to bottom.
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Fortunately, his clothes were still neat, and there were no lipstick marks on his face and neck...
Patrick replied neutrally, "I''m fine. Help me pack my things when you get back. I want to go back to
Northville immediately."
"Really?" The secretary''s eyes lit up.
Patrick gave her a sidelong nce. "Why are you so excited?"
The secretary took a lot of effort to hold back herself from revealing Amelia''s previous appearance
at this vige. "I just feel sorry for Mr. Hopper, who''s suffering in this godforsaken ce..."
The next second, the look in the secretary''s eyes changed suddenly. She pointed to somewhere at
Sissi, who was behind Patrick in horror, and screamed, "Teacher Sissi! Look out!"
Bang...
A shabby bookshelf fell to the ground and hit Sissi''s legs. Fortunately, with the warning from the
secretary, Sissi had turned sideways to avoid it. Otherwise, the bookshelf would have copsed on
Sissi directly.
Patrick reacted at lightning speed. He rushed over and shoved the bookshelf from Sissi''s legs.
"Can you walk?" Patrick looked at Sissi nervously. Seeing Sissi biting her lower lip and shaking her
head, Patrick paid no attention to the books and newspapers scattered all over the floor, picked her
up from the ground, and dashed out the door!
At this sight, the secretary stomped her feet and ran after them.
In the room...
The doctor had just removed his hand from Sissi''s legs when Patrick asked immediately, "What''s
the situation?"
"Except for the swelling of Miss Sissi''s right ankle, there''s nothing serious," the doctor said.
Patrick said in a tense voice, "How is that nothing serious?"
The doctor was a little at loss at what to say. Did he have to describe it as something along the lines
of ''dire condition'' for Mr. Hopper to be contented?
"Patrick, I''m fine. Don''t get angry at the doctor." Sissi, who was leaning on the pillow, felt a sense of
satisfaction after hearing what Patrick said.
Patrick nced at Sissi''s foot injury and asked the doctor, "When will this heal?"
The doctor exined cautiously, "As you''ve known, it should take a hundred days to heal any
broken tendon or injured bone. Ms. Sissi should walk less during this period of time. If Ms. Sissi
insists on getting out of bed, then it''s best to have someone apany her."
Noticing that Patrick was thinking about it due to hispassion towards Sissi out of the corner of
her eyes, the secretary quickly jumped out to stop him. "Mr. Hopper, you can leave it to me to take
care of Teacher Sissi! You''re in a hurry to go back to Northville, right? I''ve already helped you
contact the pilot on our way here. He should be waiting for you at the foot of the mountain now!"
Patrick frowned and said, "Who told you to make your own decision?"
The secretary licked her lips. "Didn''t you tell me that yourself? I was just following your
instructions..."
Patrick fixed his eyes on Sissi, who was on the bed, and said, "Tell the pilot that I won''t be going
back today."
The secretary asked tentatively, "Then tomorrow?"
Patrick''s eyes met hers and replied unhappily, "Since when do I need to consult for your opinion
about when I''m going back?"
The secretaryughed dryly. "Mr. Hopper, I''m just worried that Madam Ramsay will worry if you
don''t go back after so many days."
At the mention of Amelia, Sissi interjected sadly, "She''s right, you should go home quickly. I can
take care of myself."
Seeing Sissi driving him away, Patrick got even angrier. "Cut the crap. It''s up to me about when to
go home!"
Despite being lectured, the edges of Sissi''s lips slightly curled into a smile.
The secretary was frustrated to the extreme. If she had known that it would be this way, she would
not have reminded Sissi and let the bookshelves smashed her to death...
At Weing Chinese Hotpot Restaurant.
After ordering a spicy hot pot, Amelia handed the menu to Milton opposite her. "Take a look, what
else do you want to eat? It''s my treat tonight, you can eat as much as you like."
Milton simply ordered a few dishes mindlessly, then waved for the waiter to leave.
Amelia poured him a cup of hot tea and asked, "How did you decide to bring Maryanne along to
Ennd?"
Milton stared at the steaming teacup in front of him and said, "This is a decision made by the both of
us. Maryanne wants to live in a different environment and I want to work in a different environment.
It can be said that our interests aligned. And the most important thing is that she''s not in a hurry
about marriage anymore, so we can go abroad and avoid our parents'' pestering."
Amelia cried out in surprise, "Doesn''t Maryanne want to marry you? Why isn''t she forcing you all of
a sudden?"
"I don''t know either. Girls are always hard to figure out." Shaking his head, Milton suddenly held
Amelia''s hands in his and said firmly, "Amelia, after I arrive in Ennd, if Patrick bullies you, you
must let me know no matter where I am. I''lle back to you as quickly as possible."
Such a promise...was too great. Amelia could not bear it.
Silently, she broke free from Milton''s warm palms andughed. "You''re the main character tonight.
Let''s not talk about him, it''s disappointing."