Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 970

Seeing that Patrick seemed to have finished trying to say what he wanted to, Amelia answered, "I came to you to get the agreement, and... I want to pay you for the rent and living expenses for this month in advance."

It was as if a flash of lightning streaked across the clear sky. No, more accurately, there should be two bolts of lightning. One struck Patrick's head, and the other one struck his heart.

His expression immediately turned hostile, and Patrick gasped before saying, "It seems that you don't understand human language at all."

Amelia's features displayed a quick wince of pain momentarily, but then she immediately returned to being indifferent.

Patrick's words had always been awfully blunt and hurtful. Hadn't she known this already?

"If you only came for these two things, then coming into my room is not necessary."

As he spoke, he let go of her.

Amelia felt the pressure against her waist and back lifted, and the sound of Patrick's footsteps echoed further and further away.

She lowered her eyes and slowly turned around. The only thing she saw was Patrick's long and sturdy legs.

As she looked up, she realized that he was clad in a white bathrobe that hung until his knee.

She had been tricked!

By this time, Patrick had arrived at his desk.

He switched on the desk lamp and pulled apart the office chair towards himself while his handsome face was riddled with gloom, as dark as ink.

That look was not of someone who was about to work, but someone who was going to kill.

Amelia did not know what else she could possibly say to him, so she simply leaned against the edge of the window and kept silent.

But in the next second, Patrick lifted his gaze and looked at her with eyes framed with overwhelming hostility. "Would you prefer me to write it myself, or to formally type it out into an agreement sealed together with my signature and stamp?"

Amelia's rosy red lips stammered twice. "That's up to you."

"In that case, I'll write it myself so as not to waste everyone's time." After Patrick finished speaking, he fished out a piece of paper and a pen from the drawer. With a quick wave of his hand, he wrote two sentences down.

With brows knitted, he glared at Amelia from the corner of his eyes. 'Aren't you going to come over?"

Amelia tried her best to ignore the murderous intent emanating from him as she walked towards him step by step.

But before she could get close to him, Patrick raised his hand and made a big sweep, causing the piece of paper to fall to the ground.

Amelia's gaze froze for a moment before she gingerly picked it up.

She looked at it and found that there were not many words on the paper.

It was entitled "Agreement", and on it, her criteria that "Patrick Hopper wasn't allowed to touch Amelia Ramsay casually" had been included.

She saw Patrick's signature next, decorating the paper with an elaborate calligraphy.

He even managed to rip the paper with his last stroke. It could be clearly construed that he was indeed quite furious.

That was right. She was the only woman who dared to provoke him to this extent.

After receiving his agreement, Amelia pulled out a leather envelope from her pocket and placed it gently on Patrick's desk. "These are the rent and living expenses for this month..."

Before she could even finish talking, Patrick picked it up and flung it into his drawer.

Although his attitude was bad, Amelia was grateful that at least he accepted it.

Seeing that she had did what she originally came here for, Amelia turned around and left without uttering a single word.

At this moment, Patrick's cold voice caught up to her from behind. "Don't ever think that a man's selfcontrol can be contained with just a mere piece of paper. From now on, not only you have to keep your body safe, but more importantly, guard your heart!"

Amelia's whole body shivered, and she had a sudden impulse to turn and shout back at him. He already had Sissi, so why was he still provoking her? She had already made up her mind to give up, hadn't she?

She did not retract but only walked straight out.

Amelia closed the door behind her.

Patrick closed his eyes and when he opened them again, there was a glimmer of determination in his eyes.

"Amelia Ramsay, I know that you took it upon

yourself that running away from me is some form of pleasure, but I will never let you obtain what you desire!"

On the other side, Amelia, who had returned to her bedroom, was lost in thought while staring at the agreement she had just obtained.

Although she got it as she wished, what Patrick warned before she stepped out of his room made her heart skip a beat.

He made it clear that this contract did not have any effect on him. He could breach the agreement at any time!

Never in her life had she ever met such a shameless man!

Her grip towards the contact unconsciously became tighter, but when she thought of how Patrick was someone who resorted to all sorts of methods to get what he wanted, she felt numb.

At least, she had to endure all these from Patrick until her father's illness was cured and until Apex Construction Corporation was restored back on track.

Amelia would never implicate her loved ones and their businesses. She would endure all the toying and retaliation from Patrick herself!

The days passed by as usual. On the third day, at Apex Construction Corporation.

After Amelia adjourned the meeting, she was suddenly held back by Jonathan who had caught up to her.

She turned, her exquisite little face bathed in confusion. "What's wrong, Uncle Tucker?"

Jonathan could not contain the joy on his face anymore. "Amelia, can we talk in your office instead?"

"Of course." Amelia nodded.

When they arrived at her office, Amelia let Audrey go prepare some tea as she gestured to Jonathan, "Uncle Tucker, please have a sit."

As soon as Jonathan sat down, he blurted, "Amelia, I just received a call during the meeting. It was from the leader of the Environmental Protection Bureau and he mentioned that he wanted to schedule an appointment with you!"

No wonder Jonathan suddenly left the table halfway through the meeting.

Amelia understood but pressed on, "Weren't they always the type to come and go whenever they wished? What's their intention behind scheduling an appointment this time?" NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Jonathan chuckled and said, "That's right. I wondered why didn't they come straight over instead but asked me to book an appointment with you. They mumbled that they had offended you a few times in the past and added on that there had been a misunderstanding between them and Apex Construction Corporation, so now they want to personally come to apologize for their past mistakes!

At this rate, Amelia was getting increasingly confused. "What's wrong with them? Is it possible that...there had been some progress regarding the pollution of C River?"

All of a sudden, the phone in Amelia's pocket rang.

"Uncle Tucker, I'll have to pick this up."

Amelia caught sight of the caller ID while fishing out her phone with her free hand.

It was Owen!

She was more and more certain that the change of attitude of the Environmental Protection Bureau must be related to her elder brother.

She picked up the call in a hurry and greeted him excitedly, "Hello?"

"Amelia, it's me."

"Well! I know it's you, Owen! Has the matter of C River finally been settled?"

Owen paused for a while and he replied with a chuckle, "Oh, it seems that your information is even more timely than my position as the commander-in-chief of the operation."

His words were tantamount to admitting that what she thought was right!

Amelia was so excited that she could not even hold her cell phone steadily. Although the issue with regards to C river was not very huge, it had always had a nasty impact on her.

Moreover, the fact that the Environmental Protection Bureau wanted to make a report to the media channels just like that almost pissed her off.

This time, after sealing the deal with Sawyer, another piece of rock that stubbornly weighed down in her heart disappeared as well.