Chapter 633


    "Hello, I am Amelia Ramsay."


    After a pause, from the other side of the phone, a voice asked, "It''s almost time. Have you exited


    the building?"


    It took Amelia half a second to realize that it was a call from Patrick. "Oh! Sorry, I forgot to tell you


    that the client from this afternoon just contacted me. He said that he had something to do and can''t


    make it to our appointment tonight..."


    Patrick did not say anything harsh and just replied, "Then I''lle and pick you up."


    After a pause, Amelia happily agreed, "Okay, as long as you have time."


    It was better to spend his time on her than on Sissi, wasn''t it?


    Twenty minutester, Amelia estimated that Patrick should be arriving at the entrance of her


    company''s building, so she took the elevator down to the first floor.


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    At the gate of the office building, a Lamborghini was parked to the side. Amelia could see it as soon


    as she raised her head.


    She could see Patrick''s elbow resting against the window as he held up his phone to call someone.


    When he saw hering out of the corner of his eye, his expression softened, and he quickly


    wrapped up the phone call before hanging up.


    She did not miss the tenderness in his eyes when he put down the phone, and Amelia could not


    help suspecting that it was Sissi he was talking to.


    As she thought about it, she opened the car door and sat in the passenger''s seat. She put the


    seatbelt on and asked, "Where are we going now?"


    "Let''s go eat first," Patrick said.


    "Sounds good."


    Patrick looked at her and asked, "What would you like to eat?"


    Amelia thought for a while and suggested, "Well...how about the French cuisine?"


    Patrick''s fingers, which were ced on the steering wheel, tightened slightly. "What did you say?"


    Ameliaughed and looked at him with a neutral expression on her face. "I asked what you thought


    about French cuisine. Unless, you don''t like it?"


    Patrick stared at her for a while then said, "It''s fine."


    "It''s fine? Which can also mean that you don''t particrly like it?" Amelia said courteously, "If you


    don''t have a better choice, then let''s go to eat some


    French cuisine."


    Seeing Amelia adamantly insisting on French cuisine, Patrick gritted his teeth and agreed, "Okay,


    French cuisine it is!"


    Amelia nodded happily. At the start of the car, she unzipped her Prada leather bag and found the


    mobile phone inside. She tapped on the screen with her fingers.


    Since Amelia wanted to eat French cuisine, Patrick was a little uneasy when he was driving. He


    nced at her from time to time with suspicion, It can''t be...''


    Looking down silently, Patrick found that her hands and eyes never left her white mobile phone.


    Wait... A white mobile phone?


    After steadily stopping the car before a red light, Patrick carefully observed the Amelia''s phone. Yes,


    it was indeed a new mobile phone.


    Somehow, a feeling of loss crept into Patrick''s heart. He pursed his lips and asked, "Hey, when did


    you buy this phone?"


    "Not long ago," Amelia answered without lifting her head.


    "Why didn''t you buy the same one as before?" Patrick questioned, hinting strongly.


    "Which one?" Amelia asked off-handedly.


    "Your Pinky!" Patrick took a deep breath and forced himself to say that disgusting nickname out


    loud.


    Amelia finally pulled out her eyes away from the phone and looked at Patrick with a thoughtful look.


    Seeing this, Patrick was pleased, and felt easier to express his feelings. "If you want to buy another


    Pinky, I could force myself to buy another Inky as well."


    Amelia opened her red lips and said, "No need, just let them bepanions to hell together."


    Patrick was speechless.


    After saying that, Amelia lowered her head and picked up her new mobile phone again.


    Subconsciously, she held the mobile phone tightly, just in case Patrick was unhappy and would


    smash it again.


    Feeling embarrassed, Patrick stared at Amelia and her new phone. He clicked his tongue and said


    sourly, "Is this new mobile phone so fun? Why do you keep holding on to it?"


    Amelia lifted her face to him again and exined with good-naturedly, "No, I''m just checking which


    French restaurant is much more well-known."


    "Have you found anything?" Patrick furrowed his eyebrows impatiently.


    Her using a GPS only proved that she did not trust his taste!


    "I just found one..." Amelia squinted her eyes and read the content that was found on Google. "Let''s


    go to Silver Tower!"


    As soon as he heard the name of the restaurant, Patrick was stunned.


    Amelia nced at the traffic light as if something had happened, then notified Patrick, "Hey, the


    traffic light is green, you can go now."


    Patrick was stiffened and did not move.


    Amelia looked at him strangely and asked, "Hey, what''s wrong with you? Did someone hit your


    acupoints?"


    She nudged him gently on the shoulder.


    Coming back to his senses, Patrick''s breathing evened out and his expression rxed. His instinct


    told him that there were no such things as coincidences in this world, but the feelings Amelia roused


    in him made him think otherwise!


    ncing at her deeply, Patrick tried to subtly interrogate her, "Why do you suddenly want to go to


    Silver Tower?"


    "Huh? I didn''te up with it. It''s a strongly rmended restaurant on Google. Theizens''


    ratings of Silver Tower is as high as five stars!" Amelia''s answer was wless.


    "There should be a lot of French restaurants with five-star ratings isn''t it?" Why did she specifically


    choose Silver Tower?


    "Oh, here''s the thing. I think the description of the Silver Tower is most suitable for high-end people


    like you. Also, the direction we are heading in right now is the closest to Silver Tower," Amelia


    reasoned.


    Really?


    Patrick could not help ncing at the car''s navigation system.


    Seeing this, the corners of Amelia''s lips curled slightly up. "I even thought we were telepathic. Just


    when I wanted to suggest Silver Tower to you, you were already driving in the direction of that


    restaurant."


    Patrick''s expression was like a condiment that had been overturned. He wanted to stop the car and


    ask if Amelia knew anything.


    However, her expression was so innocent, not seeming to be bothered by the affairs of love at all. If


    he questioned her so rashly, wouldn''t it be a trap for himself?


    The car speed, as well as the anxiety and entanglement in Patrick''s mind, was sometimes fast and


    sometimes slow...


    Amelia swayed to the movement of the car, and she eventually felt sleepy.


    When Patrick parked the car in the parking lot of Silver Tower, he turned his head around uneasily...


    Well, Amelia did not look like she was in a bad mood. She was so rxed that she even snored in


    his car!


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