Chapter 671


    "It''s nothing," said Amelia at once.


    The atmosphere was strange, but Mr. Rnd did not dare to ask more questions and led Patrick


    and Amelia to the gship store.


    "This is the sportswear brand that sponsors us. It''s an international brand, but it may not be good


    enough for you two..."


    At this, Amelia said, "I don''t think so. I''ve seen this brand in sports magazines, many NBA and


    football stars have endorsed this too, so it must be high-end in both quality and concept."


    Her words struck right at Mr. Rnd''s heart. He replied in eagerness, "Mrs. Hopper, please go


    ahead and pick everything that you like. I''ll give it all to you for free! Treat it as my wee gift for


    your first visit."


    "That''s too kind of you to do that." Amelia held back.


    She had just given him a casualpliment since everyone loved to be praised, but she did not


    expect that she would earn something in return.


    Patrick, who was silent the whole time, blurted, "Since Mr. Ronald wants to give you a present, just


    ept it." Amelia was delighted to see that he was finally willing to speak. She replied hurriedly,


    "Well, Boss Ronald, I won''t hold myself back then?"


    Mr. Rnd waved his hand and said, "Mrs. Hopper, please help yourself!"


    Amelia was not in a hurry to choose her own haul after entering the store. Instead, she took the


    initiative to hold Patrick''s hand and brought him to the men''s clothing area.


    Patrick''s heart melted when she stuffed her soft and supple hand into his palm. His mood was also


    slightly soothed from the state of disruption by Kaiden''s appearance.


    He looked down and happened to look right into her watery, glistening eyes. Full of concern, he


    frowned. "Why are you looking at me like this?" It made him feel as if she was pitying him.


    Amelia avoided his eyes and concealed her thoughts by pointing at the sportswear one of the


    mannequins were wearing. "I just wanted to ask you, what do you think of this blue tracksuit?"


    Patrick answered indifferently, "Anything is fine."


    Amelia''s cheeks puffed up as she said, "Hey, you didn''t even look at it. How do you know?"


    Patrick continued, "I look good in anything I wear, so of course anything is fine."


    Amelia was speechless. Although he was being reasonable, could he leave it to others to praise


    him?


    Amelia smoothed out the furrow between her eyebrows, turned back to the salesman, and pointed


    at the model''s sportswear. She said softly, "Please help me get a set of this exact tracksuit."


    The salesman said with great respect, "Okay, madam."


    Amelia looked around and found Mr. Rnd standing at the front desk with the cashier, muttering to


    him some instructions.


    Catching her gaze, he raised his hand and made her a confident gesture of ''OK'', indicating that he


    had told the cashier that she was to shop for free.


    With a smile, Amelia moved her lips and mimed to him ''Thank you''.


    The next second, the grip around her hand clenched.


    Amelia raised her head and looked at the man next to her, only to find Patrick''s eyes gazing out


    somewhere else. His expression did not twitch most slightly, as if she just hallucinated about her


    hand being tightened around.


    Just as Amelia was shrouded in puzzlement, Patrick cast a nce at her and said, "Let''s go and


    look for yours."


    Amelia asked, "Are you going to join me?"


    Patrick raised both of their interlocking hands and shook them in front of her. "Can I say no when


    you''re holding my hand so tightly?"


    Amelia became anxious at once and said coquettishly, "I''m just worried about you!"


    Patrick''s expression changed a little. "What are you worried about?"


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    "I... " Amelia could not point her finger at what was wrong with Patrick either, so she said, "Okay,


    fine. I''m worried that you''ll run away! Let''s go shopping now!"


    When Patrick and Amelia emerged from the gship store, they had both changed into their


    sportswear.


    The colour of Patrick''s tracksuit was a shade of staid blue while Amelia adorned herself in a baby,


    sweet pink, looking like a perfect match when put together.


    Mr. Rnd rubbed his hands together and said, "We should invite you both for a photoshoot and


    disy it at the entrance of the gship store. Those picky customers won''t dare to say our


    sportswear is ugly again!"


    Watching Mr. Rnd''s strips of moustache moved in tandem with his opening and closing mouth,


    Amelia mumbled with a smile, "So cute..."


    Patrick scowled at once and shot a look at Amelia instinctively.


    Seeing her eyes glued on Mr. Rnd, both annoyance and confusion coursed through his body. Mr.


    Rnd looked so rugged, so how could he be called ''cute'' in any sense?


    On their way back towards golf course number eleven, Patrick asked in a volume that only he and


    Amelia could hear, "Did you call Mr. Ronald cute just now?"


    Amelia was stunned for a moment. Then she replied, "I was talking about his moustache."


    "His mustache is... cute?" Patrick raised his pitch towards the end of his sentence in surprise.


    "Well, to be exact... the word I should''ve used was ''interesting''."


    "Do you like bearded men?"


    "Well, I don''t hate it."


    That was too ambiguous of an answer!


    Unconsciously, he raised his hand to touch his upper lip and lower jaw, wondering if he should grow


    a beard too. It would make him look more masculine and make Amelia feel safer around him as


    well.


    Amelia noticed his little movement and vaguely guessed at what he was thinking. She chuckled and


    said, "Don''t grow yours."


    Patrick''s tone was icy when he said, "Why can''t I?"


    Amelia quickly added, "Even wihtout a beard, you attract the attention of women from all spectrum,


    ranging from little girls to elderly. So if you grow a beard, I''m afraid you can''t even step out of the


    house because all the women in Northville will be blocking your doorstep and drooling over you!"


    Hearing her, Patrick was so ted that he curled his lips and all thought of growing out a beard


    vanished. He did not want to wreck Northville''s families and cause the number of single people to


    skyrocket.


    At the number eleven golf course.


    Mr. Rnd had called his subordinates to bring Patrick''s set of golf equipment and sent it to the golf


    course in advance when Patrick and Amelia were busy shopping for sportswear.


    Even though it had been years since Patrickst used the equipment, Mr. Ronald still dared not to


    be negligent about it. Especially after he caught wind that Patrick was back in Northville, he had


    been taking care of his golf set every week as if he was looking after a family heirloom.


    Mr. Rnd took the set from the ball boy and handed it over to Patrick. He said, "It''s finally returned


    to its rightful owner."


    The set of golf clubs triggered a series of Patrick''s memories and they reyed in his mind. He had


    used the same set to teach Sissi how to y golf back then. But after a while after that, she showed


    up in this exact golf course again with another man.


    "Mr. Rnd, let me do it." Amelia kindly took the set from him when Patrick did not make a move to


    receive it.


    But then, unexpectedly, Patrick frantically grabbed the set from Amelia, threw it onto the ground! He


    almost trampled on it too!