Chapter 800


    Tightening her grip around the hilt of the knife, Amelia turned to the man behind her that watching


    her and said, "Come here!"


    Patrick smiled and said, "You''re good at cutting meat. Can I watch you work it for a while more?"


    But Amelia felt no delight after beingplimented. She then said, "Since Mr. Hopper so smart, you


    must have mastered the skills of meat chopping after my multiple demonstrations. You can finish up


    the rest, I''ll just stand by and guide you!"


    Patrick lifted one of his brows. Then, instead of taking the knife over, he lowered his head and


    began unbuttoning his shirt.


    Amelia''s eyes glistened and widened when she cried out, "What are you doing?"


    Patrick only took a nce at her and replied with a straight face, "This shirt is too obstructive."


    "What does your shirt have to do with chopping beef?!" seethed Amelia. She then reached out to


    redo his opened buttons, but Patrick dodged from her in a sh.


    "But we''re going to start cookingter. I don''t like when it gets hot, and you know that."


    Patrick finished his sentence in all seriousness and increased the speed of his fingers. And soon,


    his dark colored shirt fell to the ground, revealing his firm, fierce chest and hard six-packs on his


    abdomen...


    Amelia''s dainty cheeks blushed slightly at the sight when she realised the kitchen was already warm


    before they even got to cook.


    Patrick, topless, graciously showed off his figure to Amelia.


    The more she blushed and the tougher she found it to look straight at him, Patrick grew even more


    excited, so much so that his voice started to shake. "Come on, I''m ready!"


    Amelia''s hand with the knife shuddered, thinking that there was no way his words were not


    suggestive.


    She then gave the knife to him in a fit of panic while she added breathlessly, "You can get to work


    first. I''ll go drink some water first!"


    "Drink some water?" Patrick murmured. Suddenly, he reached out his hand and grabbed Amelia''s


    tender chin with his fingers. First, he kissed her panic-stricken eyes. Then, the trail of his hot kiss


    fell passionately to her lips, prying her mouth open and capturing the tip of her tongue...


    After a long while of Amelia''s coy moans of ''hmm''s and ''ah''s, only then did Patrick release her in


    reluctance.


    When the confusion in Amelia''s eyes slowly dissipated, she heard Patrick chuckling lewdly in her


    ear. "Is that water refreshing?"


    Amelia did not reply.


    Half an hourter, the dinner that Amelia and Patrick whipped up hand-in-hand was served.


    Though it was not a banquet or decorated with candles or flowers, Patrick was more than


    contented. He felt he had fulfilled his goal for the night.


    Amelia was already in her seat when Patrick was admiring ''his'' craft.


    Frankly, she had half a bowl of fried rice before she came back. But after a busy session in the


    kitchen, she was hungry again.


    She could just treat it as giving an extra midnight snack to the baby in her womb.


    Thinking of the baby, Amelia could not help but put her hand on her belly while a trace of affection


    shed in her eyes, inscrutable to Patrick.


    "What are you doing? Are you having a stomachache?"


    Hearing him, Amelia moved her hand away from her belly on reflex. She then looked up and forced


    a smile at him, saying, "No, I''m just hungry. Sit down and let''s eat."


    Patrick nodded without any sense of doubt and sat opposite Amelia.


    Gazing at the dishes spread before them, Amelia hesitated for a moment before saying to Patrick,


    "Um, you go ahead first?"


    A strange expression appeared on Patrick''s face when he replied evasively, "Why don''t you eat


    first?"


    Amelia frowned. Indeed, she did cook the dishes. However, Patrick did most of the seasoning. She


    did not want to risk being poisoned to death.


    Regardless, Amelia thought she should give him a little encouragement for his first time cooking.


    So, with a clenched jaw, she reached out for a strip of the stir-fried beef.


    But after picking it up, Amelia could not help but changed her direction and put it into Patrick''s te.


    Under Patrick''s strange watchful look, Amelia smiled awkwardly and regretted what she just had in


    mind. "Mr. Hopper, you''ve worked so hard on this for so long. Eat up and recover your strength."


    Patrick fixated his eyes on her and asked with ambiguity, "Mrs. Hopper, you''re eager, don''t you?"


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    Flustered, Amelia''s lowered eyshes fluttered


    rapidly when she denied, "No! What are you talking about?"


    With a slight smile, Patrick then raised his five slender fingers, stretched his hand across the table,


    and held Amelia''s hand in his. Gently rubbing the back of her hand, he said, "If not, why are you in


    such a hurry to give the beef to me to regain my energy?"


    The back of Amelia''s hand began to feel itchy from his touch. Amelia then shot him a re and


    retracted her hand. "I only gave you the first piece for the sake of your hard work tonight. If you


    misinterpret my intentions again, I''ll take it back!"


    Patrick raised his eyebrow and continued, "My dear Mrs. Hopper, if you want to treat me as ab


    rat, just tell me. Can you not twist it and say you''re doing it for my own good?"


    Amelia heard him and became outraged out of embarrassment at once. "So, are you going to eat it


    or not? If you don''t, then give it back to me!"


    She thought this reverse psychology would work on him. However, he actually picked up the te


    and pushed the beef back into her te.


    After that, he then looked at her with a smile and said, "Then, I''ll have to trouble Mrs. Hopper to


    have a taste for me."


    Noticing the gleeful sense of victory in his eyes, Amelia''s blood boiled. It dawned on Amelia that


    Patrick was deliberately teasing her with dirty jokes to fluster her just so he could turn the stake


    against her.


    D*mn it!


    Amelia picked up the piece of beef that nobody wanted and took a big bite out of it, imagining it as


    Patrick while she chomped down on it.


    In the next second, her eyes lit up. The taste of the stir-fried beef was surprisingly good!


    But then she put on a frown on purpose and said to Patrick, who had been observing her


    expression, "It tastes terrible. There''s too much pepper and too little salt. It doesn''t taste good at


    all."


    Patrick listened patiently and added, "If the beef can''t make it, how about fried shrimps and chives?"


    The fried shrimps were basically all done by Amelia. Apart from adding oil and salt, Patrick only


    ted it.


    Therefore, Patrick thought Amelia must approve of the dish she made herself!


    "Let me have a taste." Amelia then picked up a red shrimp and popped it into her mouth. After


    chewing it for a while, she uttered with a bitter expression, "No! It''s too salty!"


    Patrick''s face shifted slightly. He was clearly careful with the salt and even asked Amelia about the


    amount before adding it. But the result was... still


    bad?


    Following that, Amelia proceeded to try every dish on the table. In truth, she was praising every one


    of them deep down, but on the surface, she showed distaste and made sure toment on the


    seasoning.


    The seasoning was all the fruit of Patrick''sbour. So, naturally, her judgements were a direct hit at


    him.