Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 823

Owen happily agreed. "Alright Amelia! I'll definitely remember what you've told me just now. Another thing, since the issue arose because of your butler, if you don't mind, I can step in to mediate if necessary. I'm sure Patrick will listen to my advice."

Meanwhile back at Owen's home.

After Owen ended the call with Amelia, he turned to look at the figure standing in the living room and said, "I've tried my best to persuade your hostess to return to the Land of Fragrance, I hope you can take the load off your mind now."

The figure raised his eyes to glance at Owen. He replied evenly, "Thanks for your help." NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Owen said playfully, "You are indeed a loyal butler. Since your host has abandoned you, why should you be concerned over his family affairs?"

Huxton twitched his lips and said, "Mr. Patrick has been like a benefactor to me, while Madam Amelia has also treated me well. I can't allow conflicts between them to happen just because of me."

Owen shrugged. "But conflicts had already happened."

There was a hint of sadness and reluctance in Huxton's eyes. He said, "As long as I get out of their lives, Mr. and Mrs. Hopper will be able to reconcile."

"How naive of you to think that way!" Owen let out a snort.

Huxton lowered his head in dismay. "Other than that, I can't think of any better solution."

Owen maintained his smile. "Just let me handle the issue. It's getting late, you should go back and keep your girlfriend company."

Huxton had little hope on Owen's promise.

Nevertheless, he nodded his head and left, drooping his head along the way.

It was 10:30 p.m. at the Land of Fragrance.

The man in black, who was standing guard at the entrance of the garden, saw a figure approaching and shouted coldly, "Stop! State your name!"

"Amelia Ramsay." A clear voice sounded through the night, stirring up fury of excitement among the men in black.

"Madam!" The men in black were delighted to see her.

Since Amelia had returned, they would be saved from frequent torment and scolding from Patrick.

"Well, can I go in?"

Amelia, who was walking ahead of them, stopped in her tracks and asked for permission to enter, like how a guest would ask.

"Yes, of course!" The men in black would be glad to carry Amelia into the house if she had not moved.

"Madam, please go ahead!" They urged.

Amelia nodded and walked past the men in black, pretending to appear calm as she walked along the garden path to the building.

As she got closer to the villa, she became moodier.

"Patrick must be waiting for me with a scornful laugh." Amelia thought.

Even if she had told Patrick that she came to repay his brother's kindness, he would misinterpret her intention and thought that she was just giving excuse to come see him, though she was indeed a bit concerned about his condition...

In a blink of an eye, Amelia had came to the door. She had mixed feelings about pressing the doorbell, as she was not ready to see Patrick sneering at her with his handsome face.

She had the urge to turn back, as she thought that she should not give up something she persisted just to falter upon Owen's words.

Amelia had wanted to retrieve her phone from her

pocket.

"Perhaps I should call Owen right now to negotiate for another term?" She thought.

However, she dropped the idea the next moment. She had not wanted to offend someone by making empty promises, especially when it came to Owen.

Amelia stood by the door and twirled her hair that was hanging over her chest in frustration. The men in black were anxious to see her remained stationary at the door.

Man in black A said, "Why is she not pressing the doorbell?"

Man in black B wondered, "Is the doorbell broken?"

Man in black C denied, "That's impossible. She hasn't put her finger on the button yet."

Only man in black D was relatively calm. "Madam is shy..."

A few moments had passed before there were any movements.

Under the close watch of the men in black, Amelia finally raised her hand and pressed on the doorbell.

"Good heavens! I'm so touched! Madam finally rang the doorbell!" The men in black cried with joy.

Just then, man in black D who was relatively sober said, "Wait! We are overjoyed with madam's return until we seemed to have forgotten the most important thing!"

"Huh? What is it?" The other men in black turned to look at him in unison.

Man in black D then gulped and stammered, "Have you forgotten...that sir had gone out even though Dr. Bledel had disapproved it?"

There was a dead silent and the smiles on the guards' face faded at once.

On the other hand, Amelia had grown tired of pressing the doorbell repeatedly without anyone responding. Just as she was hesitating whether to continue pressing, the door opened with a 'bang'!

Then, she heard a hysterical roar from inside. "So you do know your f*cking way back home huh!? Why don't you just drop dead outside instead!"

Amelia was startled by the roar and took a step back. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly as she looked at the person who had come to open the door. She said in shock, "Pa...Paisley?"

Although she had moved out, she did not think that she deserved to be cursed to death by Paisley.

"Oh it's you!" Paisley saw that it was Amelia at the door and hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I thought it was your husband who had returned!"

Amelia was confused. "Is Patrick not at home?"

Paisley waved her hand in annoyance. It was obvious that she had been pissed off by Patrick.

The next moment, she quickly ushered Amelia when she realized she was blocking her outside the door. "Amelia, let's come in and chat!"

"Okay..." Amelia answered in stun.

She stole a quick glance at the shoe rack after entering the house. Indeed, Patrick's shoes were nowhere to be seen.

It was late at night and he was having fever, where could he have gone to?

Amelia felt her unease growing. Suddenly she grabbed Paisley's arm and queried her nervously, "Do you know where Patrick is?"

Paisley was fuming as she answered, "All I know was that he got out in a hurry after a phone call. He refused to take his medicine and asked the bodyguards to stay away from him. Gosh, he's so annoying! I've never came across an uncooperative patient like him in my entire life!"

He left in a hurry after receiving a phone call?

Amelia frowned and pressed on, "Do you know who was on the phone with him?"

"I have no idea at all!" Paisley denied. Suddenly something crossed her mind. "Hold on, I thought I heard something about golden...sun...shine. I don't

know what the hell it is!"

Amelia's hand, which was holding Paisley, began to tremble as if it had been struck by electricity.

Before Paisley could notice that something was amiss, Amelia quickly released her hand to cover her mouth in an attempt to block the self-mocking smile. Only then did she slowly put down her hand.

"Why on earth did I come back? I was just humiliating myself..." She thought.