Chapter 982
No one knew Patrick''s weaknesses better than Amelia.
This man categorized her as his property, whether good or bad, Patrick has to be in control of it.
When Patrick received the unexpected answer about the Eastern District project, he immediately
felt that something was out of his control, and Amelia was the "thing"!
"Patrick, to tell you the truth, I didn''t steal or rob. I legally applied through the official channels in the
government office, and I didn''t bribe anyone with money or with my body. So, you can put your bad
thoughts back into your stomach."
Patrick could not help but be annoyed at Amelia''s bluntness. He argued, "Can you stop being
messing around? Speak nicely!"
He was really concerned about her, but the words uttered by her eloquent mouth only made Patrick
want to choke her to death!
"Yes! I''m a woman! And it''s a woman''s right to be able to mess around, isn''t it? Patrick, it seems
that you don''t know me after all?"
As she said that, Amelia leaned towards the side to open the door but realized that it was still
locked. She could not help but turn to Patrick and said, "Open the door. Do you still want me to stay
in your car and affect your mood?"
Amelia, who sessfully got out of the car, mmed the door behind her and was about to leave.
All of a sudden, Patrick''s strained voice sounded from the window as it rolled down, "Wait!"
"What?" Amelia''s heart tightened considerably.
When she turned towards him, she noticed that a bag of things was thrown out of the window by
Patrick.
Amelia reached out and caught it reflexively.
She looked down and realized that what Patrick threw out was the eye medicine the physician had
prescribed to her. Amelia forgot to take it down with her because she was so anxious of getting
down from the car.
Just as she caught the bag of medicine, she heard the sound of an engine starting. Amelia looked
up and saw that Patrick had already turned his steering wheel and made a turn to leave.
Although she managed to piss him off as she wished, deep down in Amelia''s heart, there was a
kind of mncholy.
It was not that she did not want to hang out with him on purpose. It was just that Amelia wanted to
avoid his questioning.
She had no choice but to irritate Patrick in this way so that he would drive her out of the car.
If she had allowed Patrick to ask all the way, not only would she be unable to refrain from telling him
about Kaiden, but she would also be unable to keep Sawyer''s involvement a secret.
Although she did not know what had happened between the Hoppers and Quartleys in the past, she
did not want to be the victim of this conflict, let alone the Apex Construction Corporation!
At Nine o''clock at night.
After Amelia took a shower, she suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
"Coming!" She tightened the belt of her bathrobe, slipped into her shoes and walked towards the
door.
Gently turning the door handle, Amelia saw a tall man d in a suit standing by the door the
moment she opened it.
She asked as usual, "You''re back?"
Patrick answered heavily, "Well, there was a dinner tonight, and I''ve drunk a lot of wine. My
stomach feels a little sore now. Would you be willing to prepare a bowl of porridge for me?"
"Sure," Amelia could not help but agree.
As he walked down the stairs, she noticed that Patrick''s body was shaking slightly. Startled, Amelia
reached out to support him and questioned, "Patrick, are you alright?"
How much did this man drink? He could not even stand properly!
Patrick nced at her. It was not easy for her to support him with her thin arms and shoulders. He
could not help but push her hand away and muttered, "I don''t need your help, I can walk on my
own."
Amelia red at him. "Don''t try to be tough at this time, okay? You trembled at the top of the stairs
just now. What if you identally tripped and fell?
If you are involved in any ident, some people might use me of pushing you down the stairs. I
don''t want to take the me!"
As she spoke, she clutched onto his arm once again.
Patrick narrowed his eyes. "Some people? You''re referring to mom, aren''t you?"
Amelia rolled her eyes, "I didn''t say that. Stop
using me!"
Patrick snorted, "Your eyes don''t even look good in the first ce. Yet you''re rolling your eyes, who
are you trying to scare?"
Amelia immediately realized that her eyes were still red.
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She quickly averted her gaze and muttered incoherently, "You make it sound like your eyes are so
beautiful, but they do too look as red as a rabbit''s."
Patrick was speechless.
When they arrived at the dining table downstairs, Amelia breathlessly ced Patrick on his seat and
was about to enter the kitchen.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a bag on the pristine table. Amelia could not help but ask,
"What''s that?"
"Porridge." Patrick answered and pulled the bag in front of him. His fingers flexibly untangled the
knot and took out two containers. Casually, Patrick exined, "I saw someone setting up a stall on
my way back, so I bought it."
Amelia did not understand and asked, "You already have porridge, then why did you ask me to
prepare some for you?"
"I just wanted to test if you would agree to my request."
There was a smile of satisfaction in Patrick''s eyes when he said that. He was undoubtedly satisfied
with the result.
Amelia, on the other hand, had a feeling of being tricked. She waved her hand and was about to
head upstairs.
Realizing that he had irritated her, Patrick timely persuaded Amelia to stay and coaxed, "Just think
of it as me talking to you while being drunk, alright?"
Amelia knew that Patrick was trying to figure out a way around this embarrassing situation, so she
turned around and answered perfunctorily, "Since you have already bought the porridge, then just
eat it quickly. My eyes feel a little ufortable now, so I''ll head back to my room to rest first."
It was at this time that Patrick pushed one of the porridge container towards Amelia and said softly,
"Join me."
Amelia was afraid that once she stayed with him, he would continue to interrogate her about the
Eastern District project, so she immediately refused, "I just had my fill..."
"Then just apany me," Patrick added in a softer tone.
Not only that, but there was also a trace of exhaustion in his eyes and in his expression. It was
really hard for Amelia to refuse.
She could not help but thought to herself, "Did he be so tired due to the issue regarding C-
river?"
It must be!
As Owen previously mentioned, in order to deal with her conflict, Patrick had not only skipped work,
but he had also ignored many phone calls. Perhaps the social engagement tonight was to appease
those business partners who had been neglected.
Watching Amelia still standing at the same ce whilst looking at him in a daze, Patrick''s face
darkened considerably, "If your eyes really don''t feel good, then just go back to your room and rest."
Although he had said that, Patrick still tried to keep his calm. After all, they had argued during the
day, and if they were to argue again at night, Patrick felt that his partially unconscious brain was
going to heat up!
Amelia silently pulled out a chair and sat down.
She was brave enough to resist hispulsion, but the only thing she could never resist was his
gentleness, even if it was for a moment.
Amelia nced at the porridge in the container and asked faintly, "Only in porridge?"
Patrick remembered something and took the bag back. He reached in and fished out a small bag of
pickled radish.