Chapter 668


    All along, the impression Amelia gave him was always more unyielding than weak.


    To tell the truth, Patrick was d she was able to confide in him so confidently.


    At the golf course.


    As Patrick led Amelia into the vast field course, a man with two strips of pencil moustaches brushed


    past them.


    The mustached man was stunned when he caught a glimpse of Patrick from the corners of his


    eyes.


    He hastily apologized to the clients next to him then hurried to Patrick and Amelia. "Mr. Hopper? It''s


    really you! It''s good to see you! What brings you here today?"


    Amelia threw a nce at the man and noticed his moustache first.


    He was clearly young in age but kept a moustache, which only made him look ratherical.


    Patrick shook hands with him as per usual business and said, "I invited several old friends to have a


    gathering today. Mr. Rnd, your business has been good these days, right?"


    Mr. Rnd replied, "Mr. Hopper, I''m just fooling around with my small business, in no way is it


    comparable to your giganticpany."


    As he spoke, Mr. Rnd looked at Amelia, who stood by Patrick and stayed silent the whole time


    while giving out a polite smile.


    After doubling back at Amelia, Mr. Rnd gasped. "This must be Mrs. Hopper, right? She''s


    beautiful!"


    Mrs. Hopper?


    Amelia wanted to correct his address for her and to call her ''Miss Amelia Ramsay'' instead. She


    sounded younger this way.


    Unexpectedly, Patrick reached out his arm and encircled her waist. He dipped his head and


    introduced to her, "This is Mr. Rnd, the owner of this golf course. He just graduated from


    university two years ago, so it''s fine if he calls you Mrs. Hopper."


    What?


    Amelia looked up at Patrick in surprise. She had not even said anything yet, so how did this man


    know what she was thinking?


    Patrick was captivated by her dense yet cute expression. He brushed her nose with a finger and


    whispered to her ear, "He calls you Mrs. Hopper. You can just call him Mr. Rnd."


    "Okay," Amelia agreed softly. She then turned to look at the moustached man, who was watching


    her curiously, and said inly, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Rnd."


    "Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Hopper!" After Mr. Rnd responded, he turned his attention back to


    Patrick and said, "Mr. Hopper, which bosses are you meeting with? I can take you both there."


    Patrick then told him who they were seeing.


    "Oh, you''re here for Deputy Director Lee and the rest. They''re in course number eleven. It''s quite a


    walk from here, so I''ll call over a golf cart to pick us up. Mr. Hopper can also give your wife a tour


    around my ce on the way." said Mr. Rnd, as he nned everything into order.


    "Yes, you can arrange it." Patrick held Amelia in one hand and had his other hand in his pocket. He


    acted so casually that it was as if he were the owner of this golf course while the young Mr. Rnd


    was his errand boy.


    Three minutester...


    A 8-pax convertible golf cart stopped within their peripheral. Mr. Rnd lifted the safety bar


    personally and then gestured to invite Patrick and Amelia.


    Patrick got in the cart first. He then stretched out a hand to Amelia, indicating for her to get in too.


    Outside the cart, Mr. Rnd noticed his action and said to Amelia while looking at her, "Mrs.


    Hopper, Mr. Hopper is so gentle to you."


    Amelia''s face blushed. She turned her head another way and replied, "He has always been a


    gentleman." "That depends on who he''s dealing with." Judging from his tone, it seemed that Mr.


    Rnd knew Patrick quite well personally.


    The next second, Patrick''s voice rang out with some displeasure, "Amelia, hold my hand. I''ll pull you


    up."


    "Get in quickly, you wouldn''t want to make Mr. Hopper wait." Mr. Rnd whispered to Amelia


    yfully.


    Amelia bit her lip and wondered why all of Patrick''s rtives and friends loved to make a fool out of


    her. Birds of a feather did flock together after all!


    As soon as she ced her hand on Patrick''s palm, Amelia got into the cart effortlessly, with Patrick


    pulling her up with a little strength.


    "Sit next to me." Patrick''s charming voice reverberated from above her head.


    There were eight seats in the cart, with two seats in each row. Patrick and Amelia sat together as


    Mr.


    Rnd took his seat tacitly in front of them, keeping a distance from them while still being


    convenient for them to talk.


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    On their way to course number eleven, Amelia gazed out at the boundless green course as the


    grass shone underneath the sunlight with the conversation between Patrick and Mr. Rnd


    asionally drifted to her. She felt inexplicably at ease...


    Just then, Mr. Rnd changed the topic andnded it on Amelia. "Mrs. Hopper, what do you think?


    How''s my golf course?"


    Amelia replied subconsciously, "It''s quiet here."


    Mr. Rnd was caught by surprise. He thought Amelia would praise him for the high-quality


    decoration or the spacious scope here. He did not expect to be brushed off by a simple ''quiet''.


    "No wonder she''s Patrick''s woman. She has great taste!" thought Mr. Rnd.


    With a chuckle, Mr. Rnd added, "If you have any gatherings with old ssmates or colleagues in


    the future, Mrs. Hopper can consider us first. We have no other redeeming qualities here other than


    quiet here!"


    Amelia could not help shooting a nce his way with a faint smile. "Is this the reason why Mr.


    Rnd invited me to a tour?"


    Mr. Rnd replied hurriedly, "Haha, the toures first, and the promotiones second. I hope


    Mrs. Hopper don''t mind."


    Patrick had been staring at Amelia''s side profile the whole time when she was speaking. Seeing the


    corners of her mouth slightly upturned and her eyes brightened, he could not help but smile too.


    Mr. Rnd felt as if he was witnessing a historical event taking ce before him. He almost wanted


    to snap a picture tomemorate this moment.


    He had served Patrick in the past, but it was a few years before Patrick went abroad.


    Back then, Rnd was just an assistant who followed his father around and bowed to this group


    trucklingly. And every time Patrick came by here to y golf, there would always be a mature, pretty


    lady with him.


    Although many years had passed, he could still remember the woman''s beauty, which only showed


    just how beautiful she was.


    However, even forthat sophisticated woman, most of thedies with Patrick had their eyes fixed on


    Patrick with adoration. When was it Patrick''s turn to stare at someone in such a way as they had,


    like a fool?


    That was simply impossible!


    But right this moment, Rnd had watched it happened.


    What was interesting was that since she got in the cart, Amelia only spoke few words. She had


    almost all of her attention fixated on the golf course. If Mr. Rnd did not talk to her, he would


    practically be transparent in her eyes.


    But it did not matter that he was transparent. What was more frightening was that it was as if Patrick


    was invisible to her too.


    A woman who was not very invested in Patrick became Patrick''s most beloved woman. It seemed


    that everything had its vanquisher after all.


    Pursing her red lips together, Amelia did feel Patrick''s gaze as it lingered on her face. She was able


    to pretend calm at first, but he did not stop and kept on staring at her... His stare was so hot.