Chapter 621


    Amelia scoffed, "Yes, I admit that I don''t have good manners, but that''s better than a b*stard who


    tramples on other''s belongings!"


    Patrick looked straight into the pair of gorgeous but swollen eyes and said, further stirring the pot,


    "Your mouth is so filthy that I can only assume your father failed to teach you well when you were


    younger."


    Amelia''s chest heaved violently. Finding it impossible to bear it any more, she raised her hand and


    pped his face!


    Anger drew out all her strength in that hard p. Her repressed frustration, grievances, and pain in


    her heart spilled out at once. "Patrick, keep my father''s name out of your dirty mouth! You don''t


    deserve to talk about him!"


    She did not expect his help, only hoping he would not add fuel to the fire. Since the beginning, how


    many unfavorable things had Patrick done to Apex Construction Corporation just to feed his


    obsession with possessiveness and to uphold his image as a husband?


    She was doing fine before Patrick mentioned her father. But once he brought her father''s name up,


    her heart ached. The two most important men in her life were either lying in the hospital bed or


    driving her up the wall. She was not a superhero. This was all too much to her!


    In the dead silence, only the echo of Amelia''s p rang through the air.


    Not only Huxton and Dr. Scarlett, but the men in ck guarding around the house had also


    witnessed Patrick being humiliated.


    What was more, this was not their first time seeing him embarrassing himself. To make matters


    worse, each time was progressively more serious than thest!


    In the tense atmosphere, the men in ck held their breaths and stared fixedly at Amelia. As long


    as Patrick gave amand, they would attack her immediately, no matter if she was Mr. Hopper''s


    wife or not.


    "Madam! You..." Huxton wanted to praise Amelia for being so stupidly bold!


    Patrick, who had just received a blow to his face, only raised his hand to rub his numb right cheek a


    whileter. He peered at Amelia and said, "Is that all you''ve got? Were you trying to tickle me?"


    Amelia blew on her slightly heated palm and replied, "If you find it not satisfying enough, I can let


    you feel it again."


    To which Patrick replied wantonly, "Sure, why don''t we move to the bed?"


    "You!" The cold mask on Amelia''s face instantly melted and was reced by untamed fury.


    "But before that, I advise you to have dinner and gain some strength back first."


    With that, Patrick stepped away from his chair and walked past Amelia towards the bathroom with a


    in look on his face.


    That was it?


    Looking at Patrick''s retreating figure, Amelia''s heart petrified in shock!


    When she did those things to him, she was fully prepared to be torn apart into pieces. Who would


    have thought that he would let her go just like that...


    Was he still the same picky, fussy, andpetitive Patrick?


    Or did he have some other tricks up his sleeves, waiting to show herter?


    Witnessing the tide of family crisis as it rose and receded, Huxton, who was covered in a cold


    sweat, said to Amelia, "Madam, the food is getting cold."


    Amelia''s mind was in another ce. "Huxton, what do you think is wrong with him?"


    Huxton said with aplex expression, "Perhaps sir is feeling bad for what he''s done to you."


    Amelia was taken aback at his words for a while and then retorted subconsciously, "No way in hell!"


    He had torn her documents, destroyed her phone, and even forced her into doing that kind of thing


    against her will. Patrick''s atrocities from this one day alone had outweighed his usual adoration for


    her.


    Huxton exined, "But in my opinion, the truth is that because he''s not a good talker, he doesn''t


    know how to apologize even if he regretted it. That''s why he chose to take your hit in silence for


    your forgiveness."


    Amelia threw him a cold look and said, "I''ll never forgive him!"


    Huxton let out a soft sigh. "Even if you don''t forgive him, please don''t starve yourself, Madam.


    Please have your meal."


    The moment Amelia finished her dinner, Huxton appeared at the door of Patrick''s bedroom and


    knocked.


    "Come in." Patrick''s deep voice sounded from behind the door after a short while.


    Huxton opened the door carefully and stood still after entering the room. He reported, "Sir,


    madam has had her dinner."


    Patrick, who was leaning against the window and looking out into the night sky, finally rxed.


    "Well, is there anything else?"


    Huxton said with concern, "Madam had taken her meal, so is it time for sir to go downstairs for


    dinner now?"


    Patrick looked away and asked him back coldly, "What do you mean with that? Do you think I''m


    hiding in the room because of Amelia?"


    Was he not?


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    Huxton thought to himself and then uttered, "No, that''s not what I meant. I know you don''t like to sit


    at the same table as others."


    Patrick snorted. Good that he knew better to read the room!


    Huxton pressed on, "Then, sir..."


    Patrick replied impatiently, "Alright, I''ll go downstairs myself when I''m hungry."


    Huxton''s line of sight shifted slightly to the side and saw a crystal ashtray by the ledge of the


    window, covered with ayer of ash and several cigarette butts. No wonder he said he was not


    hungry, he had smoked his appetite away.


    "Okay, then I''ll leave first."


    Just as Huxton turned around and leave, Patrick asked, "Did Amelia scold me?"


    Huxton did not even think twice before answering him. "No."


    Patrick asked again, "Then did shein about me?"


    Huxton replied, "No, she didn''t."


    Patrick whispered to himself in aplicated tone, "That''s to say, I''m nothing to her..."


    Huxton knew that his master was not talking to him, so he only remained in his spot and listened.


    "I would rather if she had scolded me..."


    Looking at Patrick''s depressed side profile, Huxton could not help and said, "Sir, I think you should


    loosen up a little, stop trying to force things to go your way."


    Patrick rebuked with disdain, "You''re single, and yet you''re giving me love advice?"


    Huxton corrected him, "Sir, I just don''t want to be involved in a rtionship now, I didn''t say I can''t


    get a girlfriend."


    Patrick smiled. "Are you serious?"


    "I''m telling the truth, sir." Huxton paused when he realized that Patrick had unconsciously turned the


    topic to himself. He quickly steered the focus back and said, "As for you, sir, you''ve been married to


    madam for more than half a year now, but you still can''t figure her out."


    Patrick grumbled, "If I can''t figure her out, can you?"


    "Madam is like a spring. The more pressure you exert on her, the more she bounces back. I believe


    Mr. Hopper has had first-hand experience in this aspect."


    "Humph," Patrick snorted, but at least he was willing to listen to Huxton''s oing suggestion.


    "Instead of pressuring her, why don''t sir take a softer approach? That way, when madam needs


    your


    help, you can gain her respect, and also, she''ll have a good impression of you."


    Patrick had already known about what Huxton was implying!


    However, he could not stand watching Amelia engage in social meetings, drank with others, and


    being taken advantage of.


    If he could, Patrick really wanted to acquire Apex Construction Corporation and alleviated the


    burden on her shoulders!