Chapter 613
He could not help but satirize her for herck of passion. "You don''t seem to be surprised by my
return at all."
Amelia was quiet at first, and then she said, "I''m surprised actually, very surprised."
Patrick felt she was simply insulting the word with her outrageously nd and peaceful tone.
He snorted and said, "Don''t try to hide it. I don''t think you even care about my safety during the trip!"
This usation stirred up something in Amelia. He had just left Northville for just one day when she
got so worried that she lost sleep at night. If she did not care about him, why would she go to the
vige and find him on her own initiative? And would she have witnessed such a scene that scarred
her for life?
If she could, she rather hoped that she did not care so much about him. Maybe she could have
avoided the attack as well.
"Why aren''t you exining yourself?" Patrick''s face darkened.
Confusion filled Amelia''s gaze. "What do you want me to exin?" "Exin that you were actually
worried to death about me!" wished Patrick.
Although the voice in his heart was screaming hysterically, Patrick only replied coldly, "Nothing. Go
to sleep. I''ll go back to the master bedroom."
"Alright." Amelia did not try to make him stay.
She was so drained that she did not have the energy to figure out what was Patrick indicating.
After all, she saw herself as just someone to warm the bed for Patrick. And whether he wanted to
linger or leave, it was not up to her decision.
In actuality, she was dead wrong.
He was waiting for her to persuade him to stay after he said he was returning to the master
bedroom.
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Unfortunately, the only thing he had ended up waiting for was the soft snores of Amelia...
Only he had caught himself in the trap, Patrick could only give up and retreat to his room. It was
hard for him to fall asleep alone that night.
The next day.
Before going to work, Amelia discovered that the snow had stopped falling. The winter in Northville
was about to pass, but why couldn''t she feel the warmth of spring?
Rubbing her hands together, Amelia adjusted the strap of her leather bag and walked towards the
fence.
A sluggish male voice suddenly sounded from behind her. "President Ramsay, good morning! It''s a
new day, so please work hard to repay my one million and one hundred and sixty thousand dors."
Amelia turned around and saw the man by the gate in a set of mono-colored pajamas, looking
happy and pleased with himself.
His pajamas reminded her that it was Saturday, Roxxon''s weekly off day.
Compared to Patrick''s leisure, she was having such a busy and buzzing lifestyle, as if several evil
hounds were snapping their jaws at her on her tail. It was a luxury to have the time to stop and take
a breather.
Pulling herself together, Amelia returned a smile and said, "Mr. Hopper, don''t you worry. Even if I
don''t owe you anything, I''ll still work hard. You just stay home and make sure you eat, drink, piss,
and sh*t. See youter."
''Eat, drink, piss, and sh*t''?
Thoese were the necessities of life! She could have just told him to take care of himself!
Was this woman even educated?
"Stop right there," ordered Patrick. He was displeased. Naturally, he took up the tone ofmand.
Amelia bit her lips and ignored him. She was no longer Roxxon''s employee, so why should she still
listen to him?
Seeing that shepletely disregarded him, Patrick ran after her in his cotton slippers in a fit of
fury.
Although it was not snowing, the snow in the garden from previous night had yet to melt all the way.
Furthermore, Patrick wore a pair of cotton slippers, so it did not take long for them to be soaked
through in the pool of snow meltage.
But Patrick, who was usually fussy about this sort of things, did not take notice of it and quickly
caught up to her. He grabbed Amelia''s wrist and shouted, "I said stop!"
Amelia had no choice but to stop this time.
She gave him a sidelong nce and asked with a scowl, "What do you want?"
Patrick frowned. She had gotten so much thinner recently, Patrick thought her wrist would have
shattered if he pinched a little harder.
He loosened his grip subconsciously. Patrick raised his chin and said, "I''m just curious. What are
you going to do next without the business partners fromst night? Apex Construction Corporation
has been losing more money than it''s earning for a while now, won''t its finance deplete soon?"
Amelia replied dryly, "We can always look for other partners. I believe that there''s always a way
out."
Patrick said with an ambiguous tone, "That''s right, how can you know what despair tastes like if you
don''t give it a try?"
"You!" Amelia red at him with anger.
"Don''t yell at me. The employees under Apex Construction Corporation will have a hard time
following a useless leader such as you. Not longter, I think there will be a mass resignation from
the grassroots employees altogether. And without the driving force of thepany, what else can
you do to run thepany?"
Patrick wickedly painted the vision of a tragic future for Amelia.
Amelia could not reply anything.
See! Patrick could spin an entirely false story, making it sound logical, and then even me the fault
on the victim!
Watching Amelia as she bit her tongue at a loss for words, Patrick said kindly, "If I were you, I
wouldn''t look for coboration with just any tiny partnerships. You''ll need the investment from a
large establishment to resurrect your father''s enterprise. Do you understand?"
But it was easy just to find an extensive, reputable
establishment.
Noticing that Amelia''s eyes were still drifting and wandering about, Patrick raised his chin higher,
showing an air of utmost pride and confidence.
After a long pause, Amelia was finally willing to look at him, but she did not understand what he was
hinting at. She thought his neck was sore and was doing exercise to relieve the pain, so she moved
her gaze away from him.
"Ahem!" Seeing herck of reaction, Patrick cleared his throat loudly. He might as well have
stered the words ''Pick me! Pick me!'' on his forehead.
"Oh, Patrick not only has neck pain, his throat hurts too," thought Amelia.
She gave him another attentive look. Staring at his somewhat impatient and wavering nces,
Amelia advised him, "If you''re feeling cold, go back and rest. I''m going to work."
Patrick swore Amelia was the dullest person on earth! The dumbest!
"Who should I look for next?" Amelia lowered her head, thinking in distress and hurriedly passed by
Patrick, mercilessly bursting all of Patrick''s bubbles in the process.
"Stop right there!" Mr. Patrick had yelled the same thing at her for the third time now. But this time,
there was also frustration in his voice.
Amelia was annoyed by his never-ending shouts. She turned back and answered him, "How many
more times are you going to tell me to stop! I''m going to bete for work! Bye!"
Patrick thought he had made his implications clear as day. Thest thing left for him to do was to tell
her TH help you'' right to her face.
He took a few steps forward and approached her. Panting, he uttered furiously, "Amelia, don''t be
ungrateful!"
"So dirty!" Amelia had her emphasis on another matter. The water on his shoes had sshed to the
hem of her trousers when he was making his way to her. She quickly took two steps back and said
in disgust, "Stay away from me!"