Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 973

Amelia accepted the items and welcomed Nora to her office. Then, she handed over the tea to her and said a little apologetically, "Nora, since the weather is hot, please have a cup of tea to cool down first."

She finally understood. Owen mentioned on the phone that Patrick was not in good health for the past two days, but in fact, he was hinting that Amelia should show more concern for Patrick.

At the same time, Owen also knew that she had a quarrel with Patrick last weekend.

Because of this, he might be concerned that Amelia was not willing to care for Patrick, so under the guise of Nora's help, he asked her to make Patrick some homecooked meals and send them to Amelia.

This plan of Owen was really brilliant!

Observing as Nora drank her tea and wiped her sweat away, Amelia knew that if she refused her invitation, it would be too much of a mistake.

Nora sucked in a breath and put down the teacup. She pointed at the bag perched on Amelia's knee and said, "Amelia, let me tell you. I placed the soup into a vacuum flask. It won't be a problem if you leave it out for a long, but if this dish is left unattended, it wouldn't be tasty anymore. So how about this, I'll drive you to Roxxon now?"

Upon hearing that, Amelia felt her headache even more. Owen was probably the one who instructed this. Was he afraid that she would not visit Patrick? Did they have to see her there with their own eyes?

"Nora, you left your work midway and sped home to cook these dishes, didn't you?"

Nora waved her hand and answered indifferently, "There isn't much to do in my store anyway. Besides, there's also Ailsa to help me take care of things."

Thoroughly helpless, Amelia coaxed, "Nora, you really don't have to do this."

"Pardon? What do you mean?" Nora acted like she did not understand. "Is it strange that I willingly cooked for my brother and sister-in-law?"

Indeed, it was not strange at first, but at this moment, Amelia felt a sense of discomfort.

She was expected to use Nora's meals to curry favor with Patrick. It was weird just thinking about it!

Seeing Amelia's face puff up unconsciously, Nora patiently added on in advice, "Alright, let's not waste any more time. I'll take you to Patrick and later head back to work on the way back. Sounds good?"

No it did not!

Amelia knew that she could not give such an

insensitive reply, especially towards Nora, who exuded so much warmth.

At Roxxon Corporation, on the ground floor.

Nora, who was sitting in the car, rolled down the window to remind Amelia, "Remember, when you see Patrick, don't tell him that I was the one who made these dishes."

Upon hearing this, Amelia subconsciously refuted, "Then who prepared them?"

Nora looked at her with a smile, "You, of course."

"Me?" Amelia was uncomfortable. "Nora, I don't want to lie."

It was not enough for her to bring these dishes to Patrick, but to lie that they were cooked by her? Wouldn't this be considered cheating?

As she heard this, Nora pretended to be angry as she pulled a long face. "Amelia, how could you this foolish? If you don't say that, then Owen and my good intentions would all go to waste!"

A streak of guilt flashed through Amelia's eyes. "But Nora, everyone would know that it was you who cooked this dish after they taste it. I won't be able to deceive him."

This reasoning of hers made Nora feel slightly better. "No, it can't be. Patrick wouldn't be able to

distinguish it. Just hurry up and go!"

At the front reception.

If Amelia appeared in other companies, she would probably be ignored or neglected by the others.

But if she was in Roxxon Corporation, she was deemed superior. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

To put it bluntly, Roxxon Corporation was owned by the family she married into.

As a matter of fact, when the staff at the front desk caught sight of Amelia, they immediately rushed up and greeted "Madam Ramsay" or "Ms. Amelia".

Since she was only familiar with the staff in the sales department, her enthusiasm for these girls at the front desk was a little low. She sounded, "Well, I am looking for Patrick. Do I need to schedule an appointment first?"

She knew that Patrick was a busy man, and there was always such a rule.

Upon hearing that, the receptionists all laughed and directly gave way to Amelia.

As soon as she walked away, they started to gossip, "Hey, did you see the bag in Amelia's hand? It's so huge!" "Yes! I saw it! Ms. Amelia must be here to deliver lunch to Mr. Hopper. What an affectionate couple!" "That's right. Although she is such a busy person, but still managed to make time to bring Mr. Hopper some food. Isn't the weather particularly hot today?"

While they were talking behind her back, Amelia did not hear them. She was focusing on the elevator and wondering when it arrive.

A few moments later after entering the elevator.

The ding sound of the elevator door reminded Amelia that she had arrived at her destination.

Amelia walked out of the elevator and into Patrick's office familiarly.

This floor belonged to Patrick alone. Except for exceptional cases, there would be no one else around.

Of course, except for Patrick's secretary.

The secretary who was working, after accidentally glancing at the arrival of Amelia, was stunned for two seconds, and excitedly stood up from the seat.

"Ms... Em... Ms...." How should she address Amelia? Madam Ramsay? Ms. Amelia? or President Ramsay?

Upon meeting an old acquaintance, Amelia unconsciously flashed her the most sincere smile.

"Ms. Secretary, how have you been recently?"

The secretary's face turned beet red. If it were not for the fact that Amelia's status was not the same as before, she really wanted to rush towards her in a hug.

"Are you okay, Ms. Secretary?"

Was it her illusion? Amelia had always felt that the she was about to cry.

The secretary went around the desk, came over, and held Amelia's hand. She greeted her sincerely, "Madam Ramsay, I was just thinking about you, and here you are!"

Amelia chuckled and said, "You thought about me? What exactly were you thinking about?"

The secretary sighed and answered, "You don't know how much of a bad mood Mr. Hopper was in for the past two days. He always loses his temper with our staff. I couldn't help but think of you. Every time you are here, Mr. Hopper can always calm down quickly."

Upon hearing this, Amelia's beautiful face fell, "Was he really in a bad mood?"

The secretary's heart skipped a beat. "Yes."

Amelia had been silent for the past few days at home. They always went back to their own rooms after dinner.

He no longer troubled her, and she was also happy to be free. But what she did not expect was that Patrick had brought all his negative emotions to the company and vented them on his staff instead.

On the surface, she replied as if nothing had happened. "Don't worry. I'll go in and talk to him."

Panicking, the secretary hurriedly interjected, "No, no, no! If you say anything to Mr. Hopper, wouldn't that amount to me complaining about him in front of you?"

Don't forget that you are no longer working in Roxxon. It's impossible for you to have such a clear understanding of the gossip surrounding Mr Hopper!

What I mean is that you should play along with Mr. Hopper. Maybe you should please him a little, and he'll definitely have a better mood during the afternoon!"

The corners of Amelia's mouth twitched. She had enough of the behavior of selling out their teammates!

Knock, knock, knock...

"Come in!!!"

The secretary who knocked on the door turned her head towards Amelia who was standing behind her and smiled awkwardly. "Madam Ramsay, did you hear that? Mr. Hopper had been in such a fury for the past two days. By the way, he didn't even come to work yesterday! His current behavior is totally not in line with his usual workaholic manner!"