Chapter 865


    Amelia could tell that the man next to her was irritated. She hurriedly disguised her smile and


    exined, "Um... I heard that there''s this new movie that Shawn cast. So, I guess he needed


    asions like this to promote his new movie. He usually keeps his profile low when there''s no


    movie on show. He rarely shows his face on the TV screen."


    "Therefore, my excitement is wholly justified. I''m innocent." Amelia added secretly in her heart.


    Patrick said insidiously, "Eh? It seems like you know him well."


    Amelia cleared her throat and said, "Somehow we had coborated before."


    Patrick did not let go of the chance to mock her, "And had rumors of being in a rtionship with


    him."


    Amelia replied sheepishly, "After all, it was just rumors. All rumors are fabricated."


    Patrick said distantly, "Let me guess, you guys almost ended up being in a serious rtionship,


    right?"


    Amelia felt her head spinning. She reached out to the remote controller in between them and


    switched to the sports channel.


    It was time when football teams werepeting for Euro Cup. The sports channel was on live


    broadcasting a football match. Amelia was aware that one of thepeting team was Patrick''s


    favorite.


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    Seeing this, she shook Patrick''s arms and said tteringly, "Why not I apany you to watch this


    game?"


    "Okay." Patrick regretted as soon as he agreed to her proposal. These days hepromised a lot


    to the extent that he felt as if she was no longer afraid of him. At the thought of this, Patrick sighed.


    Half an hourter...


    Followed by a goal scored by his favorite team, Patrick cheered, "Goal!"


    He could not tell exactly when was the time that the ss of milk in his hand had been reced


    with a can of beer.


    Supposedly, a grown-up man should have beer instead of milk when watching an exciting game.


    Meanwhile during his excitement, all in a sudden he could feel some weight sinking on his shoulder.


    He threw a side nce just to find out that Amelia dozed off and her head sank on his shoulder.


    Ignoring her messy hair, it was irresistibly beautiful to watch her sleeping.


    By the way, he had not forgotten that she was the one who proposed to watch the football match


    with him.


    "Mrs. Hopper?" He called.


    Amelia unconsciously snugged her face in his shoulder but frowned as soon as the sturdily hard


    shoulder de made her feeling ufortable.


    Seeing this, Patrick chuckled amusingly. His hand came to her back and gently he brought her head


    to his sturdy chest.


    As soon as he lowered his gaze, he could see Amelia''s facial features rxed as she slept even


    more soundly. Out of nowhere, Patrick managed to find peace within his heart despite the football


    match fever awhile ago.


    "Mm." Patrick was about to switch off the TV when Amelia woke up grumpily.


    Her head was still resting on his chest while her right hand gripped his cor. She murmured, "Why


    did you stop watching?"


    Patrick could tell that she was vering from the stain at the corner of her mouth. He raised his


    eyebrows as he replied, "The game was over."


    "What''s over now?" She continued to ask.


    "The football match." Patrick answered.


    "What football match?" Amelia seemed puzzled.


    Patrick was rendered speechless by her confusing questions.


    In the end, he could not resist the impulse of wiping the corner of her lips with his thumb.


    Soon, his thumb was covered with milk stain.


    Amelia seemed toe back to her senses after some time before she sneaked a peek at his


    thumb. As soon as she saw the milky stain on it, she could not help screaming, "Eww! You''re so


    disgusting!"


    Such a statement did not make her less suspicious of her crime.


    Grinning, Patrick leaned forward abruptly in attempt to wipe his thumb on her face. He said, "Let me


    return what''s yours!"


    "Ah! Don''t you dare toe near me! Once you got it onto your hand, it has been yours since then!


    Take it!" Dodging from his finger, Amelia was awake from her drowsiness.


    Patrick teased her for quite some time before being forced to quit his game as a result of Amelia''s


    comined tiredness.


    "Go wash your hands." Amelia urged softly.


    In fact, she was overwhelmed with embarrassment.


    Had she known that she would cause a scene like this, she would have brushed her teeth earlier.


    A tiny smile carved on his lips as he said casually, "Don''t be shy, Mrs. Hopper. Andrew and Ashley


    regurgitate milk all the time especially when they were just born."


    Amelia was stunned for some time before her face flushed in anger. She threw a pillow on the


    couch in direction of him and shouted, "P*ss off!"


    With the suitcase in her hand, Amelia ran at lightning speed to her room at the second floor in the


    meantime when Patrick went to the washroom.


    In a split of second, she locked the door and hid in her own bedroom.


    After he returned and realized that Amelia was nowhere to be seen at the hall, Patrick''s heart


    skipped a beat. However, he immediately felt relieved as soon as he spotted her cell phone left on


    the coffee table.


    Patrick did not feel good at all of the distance that she had deliberately kept between the two of


    them. He grabbed Amelia''s phone and marched upstairs.


    All this while he was so used to being pursued that this was the very first time that he was the one


    who was determined to go after another person.


    Even on the day when Sissi broke his heart by leaving only a letter for him before she left


    Northville, he could gather himself with the agony of pain of losing the loved one and move on.


    However, Patrick struggled to collect himself at the thought of Amelia leaving.


    "Is it true that adults constantly fear of being alone?" Patrick secretly sneered.


    After all, he did not feel like going back to be alone again in the remaining of his life ever since he


    had her.


    It was too time-consuming and tiring to even manage a marriage or rtionship. Above all, the idea


    of spending his life with her was not that terrible.


    Apparently, Patrick had not realized that he was grinning at this thought.


    Knock...knock...knock


    Amelia sank into awkwardness when she heard the knocking of the door.


    She pulled up the quilt on her body and covered her head. Facing him was thest thing she


    wanted to do.


    Even so, Patrick managed to figure out a way to prevent her from getting away from him, "Amelia,


    don''t you want your phone back?"


    Huh?


    Amelia frantically searched for every pockets just to realize that her phone was really not with her.


    She hurriedly came out from bed and dashed to the door.


    Followed by the sound of door cracking open, Amelia asked in anxiety, "Where is my phone?"


    With the corner of his lip twitched, Patrick nced at his left hand.


    Amelia immediately reached out to his leftnd just to find nothing in there.


    Patrick nced at his right hand immediately after. Following his gaze, Amelia again reached out to


    his right hand this time.


    Simrly, nothing was in there too.


    She had her hand searched everywhere of his body as she followed his gaze yet her phone was not


    found.


    She squinted and brought her hustle stopped altogether. ncing at Patrick, she said irritably, "You


    don''t have my phone with you, do you?"


    Patrick''s voice was strained as a result of attempting to suppress his arousal, "Had I ever told you


    that it was with me?"


    Amelia was infuriated when she fired back, "Then why the hell you keep ncing at your body?"