Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 187

The instructor said while gesturing, "At that time, before I had time to check the ski under Miss Bleder's feet, she had sped down the slope. This is why... so many accidents happened one after another."

After hearing it, Amelia looked at Patrick and Paisley with a faint smile, saying, "Mr. Hopper, Doctor Bledel, you understand English, don't you? I don't think there is any need for me to translate his words for you."

On the way back from the ski areas to the hotel, Amelia didn't say a word to Patrick.

Patrick paced back and forth in Room 102 like a trapped beast. Paisley said helplessly, "I'm a patient now. Can you stop making noise and affecting my rest?"

Patrick was smoking anxiously, "Shut up. I'm not in a good mood."

Paisley persuaded him sincerely, "If you feel guilty for what you said to Amelia, apologize to her immediately and don't vent your anger on me."

Patrick looked at her and said with dissatisfaction on his face, "If you had made it clear at that time, I wouldn't have misunderstood her."

"You didn't give me a chance to speak!" Paisley complained, "When you faced her, you were so unreasonable and forced her to admit her mistake. In my opinion, you just like to bully her and see her suffer a setback, don't you?"

In Paisley's eyes, Patrick were always unreasonable when he faced Amelia. On the other hand, Amelia never did anything wrong.

Patrick's face darkened and didn't say anything.

In Room 101.

Amelia walked into the bathroom and took off her shirt. She saw a light bruise on her arm. It was not very serious, but it hurt when she pressed it. She must get hurt in the ski areas. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Thinking that Patrick was looking after Paisley in the next room at the moment, Amelia was in a bad mood. But as his wife, she knew that she should learn to tolerate. She could occasionally express her displeasure, but she couldn't go too far. Otherwise, he would regard her as a jealous woman.

She took a hot bath to relax herself. Then she got up, wore a white bathrobe and stood in front of the mirror to dry her hair. After that, she found a bottle of activating collaterals oil from the suitcase and sent it to Paisley.

"Ding-dong."

As soon as she rang the doorbell, Patrick opened the door.

When he saw her, his expression became stiff. He did not expect that she would take the initiative to find him.

Amelia show him the activating collaterals oil in her hand and said with a smile, "I'm here to send this to Doctor Bledel. May I come in?"

Her tone was calm and peaceful, as if the dispute in the afternoon was just his illusion.

Patrick's intuition told him that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.

At this time, Paisley's voice sounded, "Is that Miss Amelia Ramsay? Come in, please!"

Patrick came to sense and said to Amelia, "Come in."

"Okay." There was a smile on Amelia's face, but her eyes became cold.

Patrick didn't let her in until Paisley asked her to come in. Was it because he cared about Paisley so much and was afraid that she would get hurt?

When Amelia passed by Patrick, he caught a whiff of her perfume. He said in a deep voice, "I don't remember that you have the habit of wearing perfume before going to bed."

Amelia looked at him sideways and said, "Habit can be cultivated."

Because she applied some activating collaterals oil to the bruise on her arm, she wore some perfume to cover the smell, because she didn't want him to know that she was injured.

Amelia walked to Paisley's bedside and said, "I'm so sorry for what happened in the afternoon. At that time, I didn't stop in time and hurt you..."

"No!" Paisley interrupted her guiltily, "It's my fault. I was in a hurry to compete with you, but I suffered a lot. But it's good, because I can learn from my mistake."

Amelia smiled and said magnanimously, "Then I'll put the activating collaterals oil here. If you need any help, just tell me."

"Okay." Paisley said with a complicated feeling. To be honest, she was humbled by Amelia's magnanimity and tenderness. When an ordinary woman saw that her husband was looking after another woman, it was impossible for her to care about that woman.

Paisley said gratefully, "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. Then I'll leave now. Good night."

After saying that, Amelia turned around and was about to leave. She did not look at Patrick from beginning to end. Even if he looked at her, she looked away.

Patrick felt so bad in his heart. The feeling of being ignoring by her was terrible. When Amelia was about to walk out of the room, he couldn't control himself and said to her, "Wait a minute!"

Amelia stopped, turned around and glanced at him with no emotion in her eyes, "What's the matter?"

Patrick felt that Amelia didn't want a close relationship with him again, which made him feel sad and bitter.

"Apologize to her!"

There was a voice in his heart urging him to apologize, but he was too proud to apologize, "Nothing. Good night."

Paisley, who was lying on the bed, was so speechless when she heard that. Was it so difficult for Patrick to say sorry?

Hearing this, Amelia was a little disappointed, but she smiled and said, "Okay."

In the corridor, there was a sudden rush of running sound. Amelia looked up and saw Cussler whom she had not seen for a whole day.

"Miss Amelia Ramsay!" Cussler stopped in front of Amelia breathlessly and said anxiously, "I got the news that the Paisley is injured, so I came here to have a look. Is she... asleep?"

"Not yet. She's inside." Amelia stepped aside so that Cussler could enter the room.

"Okay." When Cussler passed by Amelia, he suddenly stopped. He turned his head and sniffed around her, "Miss Amelia Ramsay, your perfume smells so good. What brand is it?"

Amelia was stunned.

Cussler scratched his head and said honestly, "Don't get me wrong. It will be Paisley's birthday in a few days. I want to buy a perfume for her, but I don't know much about perfumes."

"I see."

Amelia understood and said with a smile, "It's Chanel, but I don't know if Paisley likes it or not."

"She will like it, I guess. Your taste can't be wrong." Cussler's cheeks were slightly hot, probably he was imagining what kind of expression Paisley would have after receiving his gift.

Amelia chuckled when she saw how shy Cussler was at the moment.

The corridor was narrow, and Cussler and Amelia got close to each other when they were talking. Cussler was one head taller than Amelia. When Amelia looked up at him, she looked like a lovable girlfriend.

Looking at them like this, Patrick was a little jealous.

He strode over to them and said, "Justin, aren't you here to visit Paisley? Why are you still standing at the door and talking nonsense?"