Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 979

When Amelia's trachoma was triggered, it would be accompanied by an obvious symptom which was itchiness.

This kind of itch was not like the itch on one's skin, but instead, it felt more like an itching in one's heart. No matter how much one rubbed it, it was useless.

Patrick stared at Amelia rubbing her eyes consistently and he came to the conclusion that Amelia wanted to use this method to try to get away from him.

He subsequently used his hand to grab her small fingers and stared at her teary eyes which had become slightly red and reminded, "Do you still remember what your decision was?"

When Patrick asked this question, it was comparable to asking a student what their dream was.

Amelia, who had just finished rubbing her eyes, felt that they started to itch again. She was eager to dismiss Patrick and refuted, "I know, I know. I said that I'd sleep with you. Let go of me already!" "Correct!" Patrick let go of her with satisfaction.

However, Amelia began to rub her eyes again.

Upon seeing this, Patrick could not help but asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. You can go about your own business. Don't worry about me," Amelia assured him as she resumed her rubbing.

Instinctively, Patrick thought that the fact that she rubbed her eyes was because she felt sleepy. With a bridal carry, he transported her to his personal lounge in an instant.

Amelia did not bother rejecting his advances. When finally Patrick placed her on the bed, she finally could not endure it anymore and asked, "Patrick, do you have any eye drops?"

As she spoke, Amelia took a chance to shoot a glance at him.

It was also this time that Patrick realized that her eyes were bloodshot. His expression suddenly changed.

"Wait a minute, stop rubbing them." Patrick came back to his senses and reached out to constrain Amelia's restless hand while asking, "Do you have eye complications?"

Disheartened, Amelia explained, "I was diagnosed with mild trachoma from a physical examination in my school when I was young, but it has never been so itchy as it is now. I think the wind was too strong and I was blown at for too long... Well, I think that's enough information for you. Do you have eye drops, Patrick?"

Though Patrick had been working for a long time and he indeed had some eye drops located on his desk, this did not mean that it could be used to cure Amelia's trachoma.

He decided without hesitation, "Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup!"

"Huh? Is it that serious?"

"If you don't believe me, take a look at yourself in front of the mirror."

"Okay!" Amelia slipped out of bed to have a look at herself.

However, Patrick did not lie to her this time. Her eyes were so bloodshot that it was comparable to a rabbit's eye.

In the next second, through the mirror, Amelia saw Patrick standing behind her. When she saw that his eyes were also as red as hers, she could not help but burst out into laughter.

"This situation is so serious, why you still laughing?"

Patrick had been paying attention to her every move. He was puzzled when he saw how her smile lit up her face through the mirror.

"Because there is joy in hardship." While Amelia turned back, she looked into Patrick's eyes and

asked, "Do you think we're on the same boat?"

Patrick snorted. "Don't get me wrong. I don't have trachoma. What's more, this is not how you use proverb 'on the same boat'. I would say that this is part of the hardships we face as husband and wife."

Amelia was not interested in flirting with him, so she covered her eyes once again and cried out, "Oh no! They seem to itch again!"

Patrick was immediately concerned for her.

After thinking for a while, he went to the wardrobe, opened it, and fished out a pair of sunglasses from the inside. He turned to Amelia and instructed, "Put them on first so that you won't think of scratching them on the way."

Amelia's thought that Patrick made sense, so she put on the sunglasses immediately.

Since Amelia's face was small, and the sunglasses were tailored for men, as soon as she put them on, they immediately slipped down and her rabbit-red eyes were exposed in an instant.

Seeing this, Patrick quickly reached out to help her adjust them back into position.

Amelia pouted her lips and whined, "Don't you have any shades that were made for women instead?"

Patrick asked rhetorically, "Do you want me to hide a pair of women's sunglasses in my private lounge?"

This time, Amelia was taken aback and did not know what to say.

"However, if they were yours, I would gladly keep them."

As he said that, Patrick's hands dropped down from her ears. She did not know what method he used but the sunglasses did not slide down ever since then.

The lenses shielded Amelia's pair of red eyes which were filled with complicated emotions.

When Patrick arrived at the lobby along with Amelia in the elevator, he heard several receptionists at the front desk greeting them with a smile, "Good afternoon Mr. Hopper and Amelia!"

Patrick walked towards the entrance with a cool face as if he had not heard their greetings.

Right at this time, Amelia suddenly spoke up, "Patrick, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable. Can you get the car first? I'll meet you there soon."

Patrick stopped in his tracks and asked with faint concern, "Amelia, are you really alright?"

"I'm honestly okay!" Amelia feigned a smile. Noticing that Patrick was still worried, she shyly lowered her voice and reassured him, "Women will always have that few days in a month."

A look of understanding flashed across Patrick's handsome features as he nodded, indicating for Amelia's to go.

Realizing that he was still standing there, Amelia felt a little anxious and pressed on, "Why don't you go fetch your car first?"

"I'll wait for you here." If he had not caught on to Amelia's conflicted feelings, he would gone as she asked him to.

Amelia hurriedly replied, "You don't have to wait for me here!"

Patrick's eyes darkened considerably. "Why do you seem to always push me away?"

Amelia held her breath and quickly explained, "You see, if you wait for me here, it would be equivalent to two people wasting time. But if you go to fetch your car first, it is equivalent to only me wasting time. I can get in the car directly later, saving the time for you to fetch it, and my eyes can also be treated faster, won't they?"

Patrick agreed and answered, "Just be careful. Call me if you need anything."

"Got it!" Amelia nodded with a smile.

A strange feeling came to Patrick's heart the moment he turned around. Since when did Amelia's ovulation cycle start so early?

When Patrick's figure disappeared in front of the

revolving door, Amelia immediately turned around and walked toward the girls at the reception. "Well..."

They saw that Amelia tried to speak but stopped herself on second thought. The receptionists could not help but ask, "Amelia, how can I help you?"

Amelia clenched his fists and said furiously, "I'm sorry! It's all because of me that you've been reprimanded by Mr. Hopper! It's really an accident. Please forgive me!"

The receptionists were speechless.

A while later...

Noticing them looking at her with a blank look on their faces, Amelia was also a little confused. "Um... Didn't Mr. Hopper call you and blamed you for letting me into his office without his permission?"

Receptionist A denied, "Nope!"

Receptionist B asked, "When did this happen?" © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Receptionist C added on, "Girls, was the phone ringing just now?"

All of them shook their heads in unison.

At this moment, what else could Amelia not understand?

Patrick's phone call just a moment ago was only meant to scare her!

This time, Amelia had nothing to complain. On the contrary, she was grateful for his mercy.