Chapter 620


    "Really? Why didn''t I feel it?" Dr. Scarlett blurted out.


    Amelia was confused.


    Astounded by her own stupidity, Dr. Scarlett scrambled to exin herself, "No, what I meant to say


    was... I didn''t feel the gun when he pressed onto me! F*ck! That''s not right, I''m not close with him at


    all! Not at all! Do you understand me?"


    After snarling at Amelia, Dr. Scarlett hid her face and ran away.


    Amelia blinked innocently as Dr. Scarlett scurried and was curious because she did not even say


    anything.


    Tearing her attention away from Dr. Scarlett, Amelia lowered her head and adjusted her cor to


    ensure that what should remain covered was still hidden. Then, she walked downstairs.


    She felt difort in her legs as she descended from time to time. But she did not want Patrick to


    look down on her, so she pretended as if all was fine and showed up on the first floor.


    Actually, Patrick had his eyes on Amelia since the moment she stepped out of her bedroom. With


    that being said, he could not wrap his head around exactly what did Dr. Scarlett say to Amelia to


    make her guffaw so loudly just a moment ago.


    Refusing to believe it was jealousy that he was feeling, he closed the magazine shut crudely and


    chucked it aside with a flick of his wrist. Then, he got up from the sofa and strode to the kitchen with


    his hands in his pockets.


    Amelia frowned. She did not want to go the same way as him, but her stomach had been growling


    at her for a while.


    She bit her lower lip. No matter how badly she wanted to turn back to where she came from right


    then and there, she could not let herself starve just because of this.


    Patrick knew that she would contemte this train of thought, so he chose to walk towards the


    kitchen exactly when she began to go down the stairs because that seemed to be the only ce


    where both of them would be together.


    She outright refused to have dinner with Patrick alone, so Amelia asked Dr. Scarlett, who was still


    sulking by the side, "Dr. Scarlett, did you have dinner before you came here?"


    Dr. Scarlett shook her head. She was summoned by Huxton without notice, and it was toote to


    cook by then.


    A smile appeared on Amelia''s lips at her reply. "Why don''t we eat together?" "No way!" Patrick and


    Huxton both cried out in unison.


    Amelia shot them both a look. It was reasonable for Patrick to object to that, but why was Huxton


    disagreeing too?


    "Fine then! Do you think I care?" Dr. Scarlett yelled at Huxton, her blood boiling.


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    Amelia scowled and cast a cold nce at Patrick. "I''m the one who''s inviting Dr. Scarlett to the


    dining table. Who are you two to say no to that?"


    Patrick resumed his icy attitude, indicating no intention to talk to Amelia.


    At this, Huxton could only answer on Patrick''s behalf. "Madam, Dr. Scarlett is just an employee, she


    shouldn''t share the same table with you and Mr. Hopper."


    Dr. Scarlett''s face got so red out of anger that one could almost see steaming out of her head.


    Amelia genuinely regarded Dr. Scarlett as her friend. So, she red into Huxton''s eyes at the sight


    of Dr. Scarlett''s outrage and asked in a soft but firm voice, "Then, can I invite Dr. Scarlett to have


    dinner with us as the hostess of this house?"


    Huxton sneaked a furtive look at Patrick. He did not dare to decide without his master''s permission.


    Amelia''s dainty face frosted. "Or, do you mean to say that I don''t have the right to do so as well?"


    While Huxton was stuck in a tough spot, Patrick''s voice cut through the air, "Tell madam that I allow


    her to invite her guest to dinner."


    Huxton stared at him in astonishment. Wasn''t Amelia standing right in front of them?


    Looking up and seeing Huxton gawking at him like an idiot, Patrick suppressed the urge to blow his


    head out on the spot and prompted, "What are you waiting for!"


    "Yes, sir!" Huxton cleared his throat and said to Amelia with a strange expression, "Madam, sir has


    given you permission to invite your guest to dinner."


    When Amelia realised what was happening, she jeered, "Hah, then let him know that I''m grateful for


    his graceful generosity."


    Huxton reigned defeat and turned to tell Patrick, "Sir, madam thanked you for your generosity."


    Patrick wiped his hands slowly and replied in an impassive tone, "Tell her I say ''wee''. Having


    two parasites is the same as having one anyway."


    "Madam, Mr. Hopper wants to tell you that you''re weed. Ahem..." Huxton finished the rest of


    Patrick''s insulting statement with a series of coughs. Amelia had heard Patrick anyway.


    "Patrick, you son of a b*tch!" Amelia and Dr. Scarlett shared the same sentiment in their mind.


    "Dr. Scarlett, since we''re being treated as parasites..." Amelia resisted the urge to w at Patrick''s


    face and ruined it. Then, she turned to Dr. Scarlett and said, "Let''s eat outside."


    Dr. Scarlett opened her eyes wide with a look of disbelief.


    "I''m serious, dinner''s on me." Amelia reached out to take Dr. Scarlett''s arm, wanting to leave with


    her.


    A scowl formed between her brows when Amelia turned around to leave. D*mn it, it still hurt...


    "Stop right there!" Patrick tossed the tissue aside and examined Amelia''s odd movement


    condescendingly. "Drop the act. How can you still have the strength to eat outside after so many


    rounds with me in the bedroom?"


    A pang of shame coursed through Amelia''s blood. Her face turned to crimson.


    In the face of embarrassment, people often did things beyond their senses. Just like Amelia at this


    moment, who let go of Scarlett''s hand, snatched up the ss of the red wine from the table, and


    threw it towards Patrick!


    The sudden esction of events horrified Huxton while Dr. Scarlett got so frightened that she


    shrieked.


    After throwing the red wine to Patrick''s face, Amelia wanted to smash the ss as he always did to


    vent his anger. But on the second thought, wouldn''t she be as uncivilized as him then?


    Brushing off that idea, the wine ss remained safe, and Amelia clenched it tighter in her palm.


    Drops of red liquid dripped down Patrick''s forehead but he was not fazed. He raised his gaze and


    looked into Amelia''s eyes, showing no emotion at all.


    Amelia, who was inmed with rage, deted a little. His reaction was making her look as if she was


    throwing a childish tantrum.


    Huxton came to his senses after a few seconds and frantically handed a clean handkerchief to


    Patrick. He asked nervously, "Sir, are you alright?"


    Patrick received the handkerchief and took his time wiping the red wine off his face, definitely not


    acting out as Amelia had expected him to.


    Seeing the handkerchief getting soaked and stained, Huxton retrieved a new wet towel from the


    washroom right away and offered it to Patrick, but he swatted his hand away.


    Looking at her slightly ashamed but otherwise pissed expression, he said to Amelia, "Mrs. Hopper,


    the wine is fed to the mouth, not the face. If you


    want to feed me again in the future, please do it properly."


    Amelia sneered. "I''ll make sure I do when I feed you sh*t!"


    Her vulgarity raised Patrick''s eyebrow in amusement. "It seems to me that your family doesn''t teach


    you about manners."