Chapter 687
Her nerves had clearly told her that she had burnt herself somewhere.
She lowered her head stupidly and stared at the spots that had been sttered red by the hot
water.
She immediately felt frustrated.
Amelia wondered if Patrick would think that she had purposely used this way to attract his attention.
But she could swear to the God that she would never use any self-harm methods to get his
attention.
At first, Amelia was slow to feel anything. As time went, the pain arising from the burnt area began
to exaggerate.
"Whew..."
As a reflect action, Amelia kept blowing at her injured hand. What she did not know was that she
looked pitiful in the man''s eyes.
"How could you be so careless?" Patrick came over and was about to hold her hand so that he
could check on the injuries. Right at this time, he heard Amelia asking, "Where have you been?"
Hearing that, Patrick''s hand froze in the air. He looked at her unhappily and said, "Why are you
asking this now? Your hand is more important!"
Amelia could not help feeling touched at his concern although she clearly knew that he was just
trying to change the subject.
ncing at Amelia''s hand that was still holding the ss, Patrick reached out his hand and took
over the ss from her hand before putting it casually on the shoe cab aside.
After that, he grabbed her burnt hand and walked into the house, "Come, let''s go to apply medicine
on it!"
"Patrick..." Amelia struggled to catch up with him and asked meaningfully, "Are you okay?"
Upon bringing Amelia to the living room and settling her down on the sofa, Patrick looked at her
eyes casually and said with a smile, "Why am I not okay?"
Amelia could feel her throat tightened. His calmness only impliedly told her that her worries were
unnecessary. Meanwhile, she seemed to get the message that he did not care about her feelings at
all. Otherwise, he would at least feel guilty and dare not to look into her eyes when he lied.
"It''s good that you''re fine." She replied mockingly.
At this time, Patrick had finished checking Amelia''s hand injury. Although it was only superficial
injury, he could not help feeling worried still, "Where''s the
ointment? I''ll bring it over."
Amelia''s expression froze. She could not suppress her angering from nowhere, "This is also
your house. Don''t you think you should try to remember where these things are put?"
Patrick was stunned by her usation and could not help looking up at her.
Sensing the coldness in her eyes, he thought of something and exined, "I admit that this morning
I had not been considerate enough to send you home first. But I was really stuck in an urgency
which required me to be there right away. I hope you can understand."
He left her behind and sneaked out to meet his lover. Yet he was expecting her to understand him.
Amelia clenched her fists to hold herself back from going mad.
Seeing that she was silent still, Patrick knew that he might have gone too far for his conduct this
morning. He tried to speak to her as soft as possible, "Oh yeah, how did youe home?"
She pursed her lips and said briefly, "Taxi."
Hearing this, Patrick unconsciously used a yful tone to ease the tense atmosphere between
them, "I thought that you never bring along money when you''re out with me. It seems like you are
smart
enough today."
Amelia''s eyes turned cold, "Is it funny?"
Patrick frowned. He finally realized that it would not be easy for him to ease her anger, "What''s
wrong with you?"
Amelia came back to her senses and replied in a serious tone, "I don''t like you tough at me when
you are trying to bring up the matter that you had abandoned me today."
Patrick thought that she had exaggerated the seriousness of the matter when she said this. He did
not mean tough at her.
"Mrs. Hopper, didn''t I just apologize to you?"
Amelia''s eyes squinted, "If you really feel sorry, why can''t you at least call me? Don''t you worry that
I might not know how to go back home penniless? Or maybe I might encounter some troubles on
the way which required a man to help me?"
"Can you stop being so unreasonable? Aren''t you safe at home now?"
"Yes, I''m home now, so you can save for yourself on your so-called concern." Amelia said coldly.
She stood up to leave.
"Stop!" Patrick had just experienced Sissi''s incident and had yet to calm down. His patience had
been reaching his limit for him tofort her softly all
this while.
However, not only did Amelia not appreciate it, she had purposely talked to him in such a sarcastic
way. He must make sure that she had learnt her lesson, or else this woman would only overstep
him.
Upon hearing this, Amelia turned around.
Patrick approached her with his expression cold, "Don''t be so pretentious. We''re all grown-ups.
Bear in mind that if I choose to send you back, it''s just a gratuitous act. It''s not my duty to send you
back. Do you really think that I owe you this?"
Amelia looked at him in disappointment, "Is it? So everything that you''ve done for me all this while is
gratuitous? You had never done any of them genuinely on your own?"
Patrick blurted out, "Otherwise? Have you been thinking that I''m your chauffeur? Mypany
needs me, can''t you at least understand my difficulties?"
Amelia smiled bitterly and said, "You are now asking me to understand your difficulties? Then who
else is here to understand mine?"
Patrick was annoyed, "If I don''t understand your difficulties, why should I take you to meet those
government officers?"
"But didn''t you chose to abandon me still in the end?" Amelia thought.
She took a deep breath and said determinatively, "Alright, I know both of us are already tired. Why
don''t we stop beating around the bush? Your anonymous client is..."
Before she could finish her words, the doorbell began to ring all in a sudden behind Amelia.
"Let''s talk about thister!" Patrick marched towards the door and opened it himself.
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Amelia was chocked by her own breath. The courage that she had been puffing up vanished all in a
sudden followed by the interruption.
The door opened...
When he saw the person standing at the door, Patrick seemed to have lost his mind a little.
When he came back to his senses, he greeted, "Dad."
Howard acknowledged him and gestured his assistant to bring up the gifts that he had brought. He
then asked, "May Ie in?"
In the living room.
Amelia was sitting obediently next to Patrick when he nced at Howard and asked, "Tea?"
"Yes." Howard sighed. Patrick had not forgotten his drinks preference despite holding grudge
against him.
When Patrick was making tea, Howard began talking, "If I have not mistaken, it has been quite
some time since you twost went back home. I was thinking that both of you should have returned
from work at this time. Hence I decided to pay a visit without telling you beforehand, I hope that you
two don''t mind."
Upon saying this, Howard subconsciously peeked at his son. Patrick''s attitude was what mattered to
him most.
Amelia said restlessly, "Dad, not at all, we are indeed happy to have you here, aren''t we, Mr.
Hopper?"