Chapter 941


    After ending the call with the delivery man, Amelia quickly opened the door and went downstairs.


    After receiving her package from outside the garden, she turned back inside with excitement.


    Just as she stepped into the room, she heard footsteps from the corridor on the second floor.


    Amelia looked up subconsciously and saw Patrick, dressed in a dark gray tracksuit, walking towards


    the stairs with a poker face.


    Seeing him, Amelia started to feel pain in her ankle that was twistedst night.


    Just as she was trying to avoid him, she found that Patrick hade to her without her noticing. He


    even had blocked her way.


    Just when she thought he was going to say something, Patrick did not even look at her and passed


    by her!


    The passing by was not gentle at all because Amelia''s shoulder was hit directly by Patrick''s, which


    made her feel as if her shoulder de was going to break!


    She clutched her shoulder and looked back. She called out angrily to Patrick who was walking


    forward. "Hey! Did you not notice that you''ve knocked into someone?!"


    Patrick snorted without even turning his head.


    "What does that mean?" Amelia waspletely mad. Was it reasonable for him to knock her


    down?


    Patrick walked with a bigger step, proving that he would not care about it through his actions.


    "Stop right there!" Amelia chased after him unwillingly and stopped in front of him.


    She was full of anger, but when she met Patrick''s poker face, she could not help but stopped for a


    moment.


    It was not that she was a coward, but when he was silent without a smile on his face, his aura was


    really strong.


    Patrick nced at her from top to bottom. The coldness in his eyes was even more unfriendly than


    the time they first met.


    At this moment, what vividly reflected in his eyes was just one word, annoying!


    Amelia held back the urge to retreat and kept telling herself that her rtionship with Patrick was


    different from the past. It was him who should be controlled by her! She had no reason to be afraid


    of him!


    With this thought in mind, Amelia pointed at her


    shoulder that was hurt by the bump and said, "Let me repeat. You ran into me so please apologize


    to me!" She thought she was very fierce but she actually sounded soft.


    She thought that she was not afraid of Patrick, but in fact, she was afraid.


    Otherwise, Amelia needed not to "please" Patrick to apologize to her.


    Patrick stared at her, but his foot took a step forward. Looking at his prepared posture, if Amelia did


    not avoid it, there would be another shoulder-to-shoulder bump!


    "Hey!" The instinct of human beings to seek good and avoid harm made Amelia step aside in reflex.


    It was this step that resulted in Amelia''s defeat.


    Patrick walked straight past her without even taking a detour.


    After a while, there came a ''bang'' from outside the house. Patrick had already changed his shoes


    and left.


    This made Amelia so angry that she scratched her head. If she had not dodged in time, would


    Patrick have bumped her again?


    Definitely! This man had always been a narrowminded person!


    After judging Patrick in her heart, Amelia rubbed her shoulder which was still aching. Then, she


    turned around and walked towards the living room.


    The mess near the sofa had already been cleaned up by Amelia before she went to bedst night.


    She threw herself on the sofa in relief. She put her mobile phone on the side table, and then she


    unpacked the Transformer she bought again for Andrew.


    After unpacking it, Amelia found that it was exactly the same as the one given to Kaiden. Both were


    vigorous, imposing, and...cheap.


    Thinking that this toy that costed only a hundred dors could actually satisfy Kaiden, who had


    disdained everything, Amelia could not help but be more sure that as a boy, Andrew would definitely


    like this gift as well!


    After this, Amelia began to worry about what she should gift Owen. She had asked him to help to


    look into river C''s incident. Coupled with the fact that she did not attend his birthday partyst night,


    she naturally needed to show her regardster. Otherwise, he would have misunderstood that she


    deliberately neglected him.


    With a gurgling sound...


    Amelia stopped thinking about birthday gifts, as she felt hungry.


    Last night, she ate little at the tricky dinner at the Quartley''s, because she miserably spent the first


    half of the dinner under Andrea''s attacking gaze and being enved by Abner and Kaiden.


    During thetter half, she failed to receive Sawyer''s bowl and when she decided to eat on her own,


    Abner was unluckily choked by a meatball.


    After rescuing Abner with great difficulty, Sawyer immediately talked to her about the contract and


    ended the dinner.


    She clutched her grumbling stomach and stood up. Amelia did not dare to starve, because she was


    not the only one who was hungry.


    Aftering to the refrigerator and found some healthy and easy-cooked food, Amelia cooked


    herself a bowl of noodles.


    Amelia then held the bowl with a towel and carried the smoking hot noodles to the sofa. She ate it


    while watching TV.


    Just as she had almost finished the food, Patrick came back from jogging.


    As soon as he opened the door, Patrick smelled an unusual fragrant smell!


    His Adam''s apple automatically rolled over his throat. At the same time, his eyes drifted to Amelia,


    who was nestled on the sofa.


    Patrick forcibly looked away halfway through.


    He tightened his fist with the takeout in his hand. Exactly, this was what he bought when he came


    back from jogging, because he knew that Amelia would not cook for him!


    Although Amelia''s eyes were fixed on the TV, she moved her ears to face the porch. Judging from


    the sound, it was Patrick who came back.


    "Don''t look at him! Don''t look at him! Don''t look at him!"


    Amelia was nagging in her heart like chanting a curse, while her mouth was chewing desperately. At


    this moment, what she was chewing was not noodles, but endurance!


    Of course, Patrick could not carry the takeout back to his room. It would make him look less


    imposing, would it not?


    Besides, how could Amelia, a ''tenant'', upy the mostfortable sofa in the living room and


    enjoy the only 4K TV in the living room? It waspletely unreasonable for him, a decent owner, to


    withdraw back to his room to have breakfast.


    Thinking with such confirmation, Patrick who had just changed into his slippers walked inside,


    taking the long sofa which Amelia sat on as his direction.


    When he was sitting on the other side of the same sofa as Amelia, Amelia almost coughed out the


    noodles which she had not swallowed.


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    In a panic, Amelia wiped her mouth quickly and then squinted at Patrick with a defensive look as if


    she was saying, "What are you trying to do?"


    Patrick did not want to do anything at the time being. He just wanted to find a ce to eat his meal


    so as to show to Amelia that with his economic strength, he would not starve to death without her!