Chapter 834
Paisley called Amelia in confusion and frustration. As a result, Amelia told her that she had a client
to attend to and could not leave at this instance.
Paisley was let down by her answer then asked around what time would shee back.
Amelia only replied, "I''ll let you know."
How vague!
Paisley''s eyes red wide opened and almost blurted out her thoughts.
Therefore, she had no choice but to use the luring trick on Amelia. "You may not know this yet, but
your husband''s condition is severe. Do you know that he has even started to speak gibberish?"
"Just increase the dose you give him." After speaking, Amelia ended the call without giving Paisley
a chance to speak.
When Paisley entered Patrick''s master bedroom for the third time for the day, she found that he was
getting impatient and restless. Seeing that he seemed to have the urge to tear the IV needle from
the back of his hand, Paisley rushed forward and stopped him from harming himself. "If you pull out
the needle like this, the blood won''t stop flowing!"
Patrick returned a cold stare at her. "Where is she?"
Paisley paused for a second. There, she confessed, slightly awkwardly, "I called her. She said she
has to meet one of her clients out of the blue, so she can''t rush over that quickly. She also asked
me to take good care of you."
She added thetter half of the sentence hoping it would make Patrick feel better.
However, Patrick spat bitterly, "Who''s she trying to fool!"
Paisley dipped her head. In fact, that was what was on her mind too.
"Unplug me from the drip. I don''t want it anymore!" Patrick ordered, sweeping his gaze across
Paisley.
Paisley knew he was using his health in a fit of pique with Amelia. However, as his friend and
doctor, she could not agree with such a risky approach.
"No way! If you don''t get plugged into the IV, your fever won''t recover. And when you actually fry
your brain and turn it into an idiot, your wife will look down on you even more!"
"If you don''t unplug it, I''ll do it myself!" Patrick''s eyes were bloodshot, and every word that came out
from his mouth seemed cold and gloomy.
"Why are you doing this!" Paisley could not bear it any longer and shouted at him, "Don''t you realise
that she doesn''t want to see you at all? She''ll only rush back for your funeral if you die from your
fever! Otherwise, no matter how much you torture yourself, she won''t spare a nce at you! If I
were you, I would hurry to get well and then personally catch her back!"
Patrick refuted icily, "What do you know? Our rtionship is not as simple as you said."
He had already vited and triggered something in Amelia when he drove Huxton away. If he took
her back by force again, she would definitely hate him to the core!
The only thing he could grab at this moment seemed to be her soft spot. He did not even hesitate to
let his fever fluctuate just so Amelia woulde back and take a look at him!
But at this moment, she was more willing to spend time with her imaginary customer than to care
about whether Patrick lived or died.
On the other hand, in a sweltering room full of people, Amelia, Jonathan, and Audrey were
socialising with a business partner that had travelled from afar to meet them.
Because Amelia was pregnant, she tried her best to avoid alcohol. Fortunately, Jonathan and
Andrea were both good at social drinking, so they downed a lot in her stead.
When no one was paying attention to her, she nced at her watch to find that it was past 10
o''clock. She could not help but let out a sigh.
She really did not intend to stand Patrick up. But doing business was spontaneous, so when she
received the call from Audrey, she felt dejected as well.
"President Ramsay, what''s there to think about? Have a drink with me!"
The client walked over to her with a ss of red wine in his hand.
As he approached them, Audrey got up from beside Amelia right away and tried to block in front of
Amelia. However, seeing how young Audrey was, the client waved his hand and she had no choice
but to retreat to behind him.
Looking at the ss of wine being handed out to her, if she refused the offer, she would be called
disrespectful.
"Cheers." Amelia raised her ss of red wine that she barely drank from, clinked her ss with the
man as he looked at her with a smile, then raised her head and took a sip.
She took her time drinking from the ss, but not so slowly that made others feel like she was
slighting them. In fact, it actually gave off the false impression that it was her demeanor to be this
calm and leisure.
Looking at how Amelia had taken his offer, the merchant happily chugged the wine from his own
ss. After that, Jonathan came to their rescue just in time and whisked him away from Amelia
while ttering and buttering up to him.
"President Ramsay, are you okay?" After noticing Amelia''s flushed face, Audrey asked worriedly.
Amelia licked off the wine from her lips and shook her head. "I''m fine. All thanks to you and Uncle
Tucker."
In this social setting, the attractive Amelia, the pretty Audrey, and the earnest Jonathan seemed to
be mingling harmoniously within themselves. Since the client had repeatedly promised to cooperate
with Apex Construction Corporation, the client hadpletely ignored the look his assistant was
shooting him and patted the briefcase ced on the assistant''sp, saying that there was a contract
in it.
Noticing that the assistant looked like he was about to burst out crying, Amelia and the rest
exchanged a cheeky look with each other and praised the customer that he was great and easy to
deal business with!
After the meal, Amelia was about to ask Jonathan to send their client and Audrey home, then she
would find a way out from here with a head-start. However, the drunk client was tugging on her right
hand, saying he wanted to sign the contract with her as soon as possible, which made the assistant
looked both sick and frightened.
Noticing that Amelia was looking at him, the assistant said helplessly, "Our boss does this whenever
he gets drunk, insisting on doing business with the partners. President Ramsay, he''s just drunk
bbering. Please don''t take him seriously!"
"Who said she shouldn''t! Go away!"
The client pushed his assistant away, stared at Amelia''s face, and said to her mysteriously,
"President Ramsay, I''ve prepared the contract in advance, which is enough to show my sincerity to
work with yourpany. Why don''t you take a look at it now? If the price suits you, then let''s sign
it?"
Amelia was bemused and said, "Mr. Zouch, I think your assistant is right. We only had a meal, and I
haven''t had the chance to properly introduce you to the advantages of working with us and the
potential of ourpany for future development. It seems a little hasty to sign a contract like this. I
think it''s better to wait until Mr. Zouch have a rest and talk about the cooperation next time."
Amelia had her own intention in saying that. Mr. Zouch''s father had started his career as a
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However, she did not understand hispany well, so she would not be so hot-headed to choose
to cooperate with Mr. Zouch on the spot.
Furthermore, he was even so enthusiastic to the point where he had prepared the contract in
advance. Mr. Zouch''s volunteer and eagerness to meet Apex Construction Corporation for the
cooperation were a lot for the vignt Amelia to take in. So, she nned to postpone it for the time
being and ask Jonathan to investigate Mr. Zouch''s background after the dinner was over.