Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Florence took a bite of the chopsticks and asked very seriously, "Brother, is your 'little brother' not functioning well? I have a high-school classmate who is a physician in andrology department. Would you like

me to book an appointment with him for you?"

Patrick's dark eyes were filled with evil intentions and shot a glare at Florence. In an instant, she was in a state of silence.

"Mom, I won't drink it." Patrick pushed the soup away.

"A few minutes ago I was with Amelia, I was already on the verge of bursting my passion. If I drink all these, I'd be exhausted!"

Eve was puzzled. "But who else will?"

"Elder Brother, or Dad."

"Poof-"

"Poof-"

Howard and Owen squirted the porridge at the same time, with "What the f**k" on their faces.

Nora blushed. Eve couldn't breathe and didn't know what to say.

Howard wiped his mouth and persuaded Eve, "It's okay if he doesn't drink it. Patrick has been in a good health since young and the soup isn't a must for him. Just leave it alone."

Eve answered with "Hmm" as she was persuaded.

Howard turned to Amelia, who was eating quietly, and said, "Amelia, it's a weekend, so just visit your parents with Patrick. If you can't come back for lunch, it's okay."

Howard showed sympathy to Amelia, whose father had an affair and the mother committed suicide in her childhood. She was supposed to be the most carefree child, but she had to bear the pain left by her parents.

Even so, Howard did not want to keep George Ramsay's daughter like a prisoner. George must have been looking forward to welcoming Amelia back home.

A hint of darkness flashed across Amelia's eyes. Her family had too many horrible memories. Unless there was no other way, she really didn't want to go back.

But with the sympathy of her father-in-law, she couldn't even refuse a little bit and said, "Okay, Dad."

After driving out of the gate, Patrick asked her, "Shall we buy some presents?"

"No need." Amelia fiddled with the tip of his fingernail and rejected the offer quickly.

Patrick didn't insist. They tied the knot for the sake of interests, so he didn't care much about her family.

There was a security guard pavilion at the gate of the Ramsay family, and two fierce wolfhounds were sitting beside the pillar with a majestic look.

Seeing someone approaching, the wolfhounds, who were sitting calmly, immediately ran all the way to the gate and barked, which attracted the attention of the guards. Amelia quickly rolled down the window. When the security guard saw her face clearly, he was shocked at first, and then he was happy. "Miss!"

The young man in front of her was the son of Uncle Turner. When Amelia moved a few years ago, he helped with her luggage.

"Hey John, how have you been? I'm coming back to check on you."

"Miss, how are you? You know you've been away for so many years and just came back. We all miss you very much!" John was close to tears as he spoke.

Patrick was deep in thought. "Amelia seems to have been alienated with her parents?"

Rubbing his sore nose, Amelia smiled at John. It seemed like she was trying to comfort him, but brings more sorrow.

"Miss, is this your husband?"

"Hey John, how are you. Yep, I'm her husband." With a faint smile, Patrick nodded to John as a greeting.

John was so happy that he nodded repeatedly. "Hi! I was so delighted that I forgot to invite you couple to come in!"

When the unbreakable iron fence gates were opened for Amelia, she was in a trance for a few seconds until Patrick asked her where the parking was. Only then did she remind him.

Patrick caught the melancholy in her eyes. "... It seems that you are out of your mind. People who don't know what happened might assume you as a curse."