Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 954

His gaze was bloodcurdling to the extent that even the waitress was driven by an impulse to recede.

"Sir, is anything wrong with the chicken?" The waitress plucked up her courage and asked.

Coming back to his senses, Patrick took a quick glance at the waitress before he replied, "I don't know which sauce is the best for me."

"Oh!" The waitress hurriedly introduced each of the sauces, "This is black pepper sauce and this one is lemon sauce..."

Patrick pointed at the signature sauce next to Amelia and said, "I want that one!"

"This is mine!" Amelia contended almost before Patrick could finish his sentence.

Having in mind it was chicken that he was having in his bowl, Amelia thought that this sauce which was seafood-based was entirely unsuitable for him.

Patrick insisted, "Give it to me!¹

Fortunately, the waitress was experienced in dealing with such a conflict. She hurriedly said, "Hold on, sir. I'll get another bottle from the kitchen."

After seeing the waitress left in a hurry, Patrick's expression darkened as he spoke to Amelia, "It is just a bottle of sauce. Why are you being so stingy? Don't you know that sharing is caring?"

Amelia was made speechless. She wondered why on earth must she share her sauce with him.

Patrick could tell from her eyes that she was not moved by his words. He could not help feeling frustrated at her stinginess.

"I will eat your food as I like!" With that said, Patrick reached out to pick up the codfish on the barbeque pit.

Before Amelia could say anything, he added grumpily, "Not only I want your food! I'll let you watch me eat it!"

As he spoke, he stuffed the cod fish slice into his mouth!

Putting aside the fact that the cod fish might not be cooked, the fish taken from barbeque pit was no doubt scotching hot.

Unlike him, other people would have held it on for a while before sending it to their mouth. Anyone could tell that Patrick had successfully burnt his mouth through eating this way.

Patrick could not even tell the taste of the cod fish. Right this moment, he only knew that his mouth was severely burnt!

With a darkened expression, he had this thought of spitting out the cod fish in his mouth. However, at the next second, he realized that by him doing so, Amelia would definitely use this as an excuse to make fun of him.

He would not let Amelia have such an opportunity.

To avoid Amelia from looking down at him, Patrick swallowed the fish.

Undoubtedly, his throat was not pleased with such an unwelcomed intruder.

As a result, his injury was extended further to his throat and esophagus.

Amelia felt like laughing but she knew that if she were to break out into laughter, Patrick would be triggered to the extent that he might flip the table right away.

Standing up, she grabbed Patrick's glass just to find out that there was no water left in it.

Amelia had no other choice but to share with him the remaining half glass of water of hers. The water in it had already cooled down to a temperature which was best for Patrick.

Apparently, Patrick was not moved by her mercy. He looked away coldly in a gesture that he would not take it.

In fact, he had swallowed the cod fish when Amelia stood up from her seat.

The glass of water brought by Amelia served no purpose other than reminding him of the unpleasant incident he had just undergone.

Shrugging, Amelia took the glass of water back.

This episode had brought his mood down to the extent that Patrick had vent his anger to the waitress who returned from getting the sauce for him.

Just like this moment.

'Are you sure this is your signature sauce? It smells like sh*t! I wonder how on earth would people find it appealing."

The waitress swept a glance around the restaurant sheepishly. Apparently a majority of customers was staring at Patrick in anger since most of them had more or less tasted this sauce.

Amelia's hand hung tight in the air. The sauce that she dipped with cod fish was exactly the one that Patrick was referring to.

Lowering her gaze, she said faintly, "As compared to the sauce that looked like sh*t, those who come out with such description disgust me more."

As soon as Amelia finished speaking, Patrick squinted threateningly.

Since both of them had never explicitly referred to anyone in particular, Patrick decided to let go of the matter.

At this moment, Patrick's phone, which was all this while being placed on the table buzzed.

He was unbothered by it.

He already had enough on his mind. He could not allow anyone else who came at this time and mess him up more.

"I guess it's a notification from your WhatsApp, sir." The waitress reminded out of kindness.

"I know!" Patrick replied irritably with his voice sounded vicious.

The waitress was clearly taken aback by fright.

Seeing this, Amelia could not help rubbing her temple as she comforted the waitress softly, "Don't mind him. He is just an upstart with no manner."

Holding grudge against Patrick, Amelia had not realize that she had badmouthed him to the waitress right in front of him.

Patrick struggled to contain the impulse to murder Amelia. Suppressing his anger at his very best, he glared at Amelia warningly. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

However, Amelia had already kept her head buried in the bowl full of codfish.

Patrick took his phone irritably and opened his

Whatsapp message.

"Can I come back now? I'm feeling tired after shopping. Are both of you still at the shop? I can come and meet you. I've bought some snacks for both of you too!"

Patrick's gaze darkened.

In fact, it was him who sent Florence away during Amelia's toilet break.

The price in exchange of Florence's absence was that he had to be responsible for every bill that she was going to spend on shopping.

It did not matter to Patrick as to the time that Florence would be gone shopping or the amount of money that she was going to claim from him. All he wanted was for Florence to disappear right away in front of both of them.

Hence, there was no way that Patrick was going to agree to have this clingy person returned to them.

Even if Florence's return would ease the tension between him and Amelia, he could foresee that eventually both of the women were going to stick to each other with endless conversation held only between them. As for him, he would be left out as usual.

Feeling convinced of his analysis, Patrick began tapping on his phone as he tried to make his text

message sounded concerning.

"Surely you're tired after a long hour of shopping. Why don't you go back straight to Owen's house? Amelia and I are finishing as well, well meet you there before dinner."

As soon as he finished typing this, he hit the send button.

Florence was moved by his sincerity.

She agreed to hail a car and return to her eldest brother's house right away. In addition, she also promised that she would keep Amelia's surprise gift as a secret.

Upon reading Florence's reply in text message, Patrick smiled in satisfaction.

Catching a glimpse of his smile, Amelia could not help feeling dejected.

After all, Patrick was only a hypocrite.

He could reply any person at any length of time whereas she was being accused of having affair with her secret lover over a brief text message that she replied.

Amelia could not help sulking at this thought. Unlike Patrick who refused to eat anything when he was infuriated, Amelia was more inclined to vent her anger through eating.