Chapter 617


    Amelia clearly did not believe in his excuse, but Huxton was so one-track-minded that Amelia would


    not get anything more from him even if she pressed on. So, she simply said, "Remember to be


    careful next time then, don''t make any more mistakes."


    Understanding Amelia''s overtones, the edges of Huxton''s lips lifted slightly and said, "I will. Thank


    you, madam, for your concern."


    Amelia nodded and turned to go upstairs to her room.


    At half-past seven in the evening.


    Hearing a set of steady footsteps passing by her door, Amelia stopped drinking water from the ss


    and thought that Patrick must havee back.


    The next second, the footsteps that had just passed by her door travelled back again...


    As it turned out, the person outside was indeed Patrick because only he would push the door open


    and barge straight in without knocking.


    Seeing him, Amelia simply put down the ss of water and watched the man who just appeared at


    her door.


    She was expecting Patrick to lecture her for


    ''escaping'' from his wrath this morning. But he said instead, "Let''s go down for dinner."


    Amelia could almost drown herself in his electric voice. Hell might have actually frozen over for


    Patrick to be so polite to her for no apparent reason. And he even asked her to go downstairs for


    dinner personally.


    "Okay, right away," Amelia answered, then got up to tidy up the scattered files and documents on


    the table.


    Her actions attracted Patrick''s attention. "What are those on the table?"


    "Oh, these are the information of a venture capital I asked the seniors at thepany to help me


    sort out. I want to give it a try." Amelia replied without reluctance.


    Patrick was furious. "What did you say?"


    He was standing right in front of her, but she was preparing to look for other investors for help?


    Where was her brain? Was she an idiot?


    Amelia was startled by his growl. She raised her head to find Patrick in a scowl, obviously giving off


    ominous warning signs.


    Sheforted him and said, "Don''t get so agitated, I didn''t set my eyes on yourpany." "Why


    not? Is Roxxon Corporation too ipetent for you? Not good enough for you, President


    Ramsay?"


    Patrick stalked toward her step by step, his gaze sharp as lightning and looking daggers!


    Amelia, who was under piercing pressure of his intense look, denied, "No, I didn''t mean it that


    way..."


    "Then what do you mean?" Patrick red at her.


    Amelia blushed and said, "It''s because I don''t want to rely on you for everything!"


    At this, Patrick was even more outraged. "If you don''t rely on me, then who do you want to depend


    on?"


    "I want to rely on myself!" answered Amelia.


    Patrick chuckled unceremoniously. "You? Just you yourself?"


    Amelia pouted. "You find it ridiculous too, don''t you? That''s right, everyone who hears me thinks that


    I''m joking around too."


    Noticing the constrain in her face, Patrick pulled back the smile hanging by his lips.


    "Because everyone thinks you''ll jump out and help me whenever I get into trouble. Their tone even


    tells me that I don''t actually have to tire myself out and work so hard. Because as long as you''re


    here, even if the sky copses, I''ll still be fine."


    Patrick fell silent.


    "In fact, before you left Northville, I thought the same as them too. But reality taught me a lesson


    when I lost contact with you, and I could only rely on myself then."


    Patrick''s body tensed tautly. He felt that he had lost something from his trip to Northville.


    He thought he could turn back into the man that she could trust and rely on wholeheartedly as soon


    as he returned, but he was wrong.


    All of a sudden, a heavy nket of dejection fell upon him. He felt awful and miserable because...


    Amelia no longer needed him.


    Time stopped and the air stood still.


    Amelia realized that she might have embarrassed him with what she had said. He had just wanted


    to help her, after all. So, she tried to calm down as much as possible and said, "Let''s have dinner."


    But just as she brushed past him, out of her peripheral vision, she saw Patrick reaching out at the


    stack of documents on the table.


    An indescribable uneasiness rose in her heart, and she stretched her hand out to snatch it back


    without a second thought.


    But Patrick was a step ahead of her, he had torn the documents into pieces and tossed them into


    the air above their heads!


    "You!" Anger shot through her entire body so violently that she was shaking.


    She reached out her arms to catch the shredded information drifting down the air, but only caught a


    pile of crumbs in vain.


    Not willing to give up, she squatted down on the floor and tried to pull together the pieces of paper


    that had been dispersed everywhere, attempting to put them back together.


    Behind the fluttering flecks appeared Patrick''s painstakingly handsome face.


    Watching Amelia as she tried to gather the pieces of paper that could no longer take shape on the


    ground like a fool, he made up his mind and trampled directly on what was left of the papers under


    his shoes.


    Left with no other choice, Amelia looked up at him.


    He was always so high and mighty in her eyes that she felt she would not aplish half as what


    he had even if she had an eternity to do so!


    "Beg me." His tone sounded benevolent, but his eyes were so nefarious that they might as well


    have turned ck altogether to resemble the devil. "I''ll wait."


    With that, he bent over and used his two fingers to lightly lift Amelia''s chin, bringing her lips into his


    icy


    ones.


    Amelia epted his kiss with her eyes wide open. "Patrick, if this is you when you''re gentle, then


    how can I stand your cruelty?" thought Amelia.


    Ding, ding, ding...


    Hearing the familiar phone ringtone, Patrick hastily ended the punishment kiss.


    He straightened up and took his phone out of his pocket, only to find that it was not ringing at all.


    Which meant that...


    it was Amelia''s phone ringing.


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    She dipped her head as if her soul had left her body, she then gazed down at the pile of paper


    scraps on the ground like some kind of treasure!


    Patrick reminded her in an unpleasant mood, "Your phone''s ringing."


    Amelia''s eyebrows twitched. She forced herself up from the ground, came to the coat rack, fumbled


    out her mobile phone from her coat pocket, then clicked on the answer button.


    "Hello? Oh, it''s me... Yes, I''m kind of in the middle of something now... What? You want to introduce


    me to a business? Really?"


    Having no clue what they replied from the other side of the call, but Amelia''s dimmed eyes shone


    brightly again. "Thank you! Mr. Hobart..."


    Patrick was behind her. At the sound of ''Mr. Hobart'' from her mouth, his hands clenched into fists by


    his side involuntarily, and the urge to murder arose in him in an instant!


    Amelia, who was talking on the phone with her back to him, happily asked the person on the call,


    "Then when will we meet tomorrow? Where?"


    "Amelia Ramsay!" Charging at her like a ferocious lion, Patrick rudely wrenched the phone away


    from her ear and grunted in delirium, "Am I dead to you?"


    "It''s at... Hello? Are you listening?"


    As Hobart''s voice kept pouring out through the phone, Amelia hurriedly put out her hands in front of


    Patrick''s eyes and pleaded, "Give my phone back to me now!"