Patrick cursed Amelia in his heart. She could always make him so angry without saying any bad words.
Just as the two of them were glaring at each other, the door was opened.
Amelia looked away and walked to the door with Sierra in her arms. Sure enough, It was Jessica who came in.
As soon as Sierra saw Jessica, she immediately raised her little hand to ask Jessica to hold her. It turned out that Jessica went downstairs to buy breakfast.
Jessica looked at Amelia who was annoyed and then looked at Patrick who was standing behind Amelia with an unhappy face, she felt that she was like an intruder who entered their house.
"Well..." Jessica tried to ease the atmosphere, "Here is the breakfast..."
However, Amelia directly pulled Jessica into the kitchen and asked her in a gloomy voice, "Did you let him in?"
Jessica said, "Right. Patrick came here in person! How dare I not open the door?"
Amelia narrowed her eyes and said, "Was it you who sent the text message last night?"
Jessica said with a guilty conscience, "Well, between husband and wife, there should be one who admit defeat first."
Amelia pointed at herself bitterly and, "Then why me?"
Jessica smiled and said, "Fool, action is more practical than text message. Patrick arrived here at six o'clock in the morning. It's just that you were sleeping with the quilt on your head and didn't hear any sound at that time. When he knew that you were sleeping, he asked me not to wake you up."
Amelia couldn't say anything.
Jessica smiled more brightly. She stuck her head out of the kitchen and said to Patrick in the living room, "Patrick, I bought you a millet porridge and deep-fried dough sticks. Make yourself at home."
Patrick smiled and said with satisfaction, "Okay."
Amelia glanced at Patrick and got angry when she found that he was really sitting on the dining table. She said, "Mr. Hopper is noble and rich. How could he eat such cheap breakfast?"
Patrick's hand which was pulling the plastic bag paused.
Jessica said hurriedly, "Amelia, don't go too far. He will leave if he gets angry."
Amelia sneered, "You don't know how he treated me. If I tell you about that, you will definitely want to beat him."
"What? Did he beat you?" Jessica rolled up her sleeves angrily.
"No, he hurt me mentally." Amelia said very seriously.
Hearing this, Jessica took a few steps forward and took Patrick's breakfast away.
She turned around, put the breakfast in the refrigerator and said Amelia, "I'll eat it myself tonight."
"Well done." Amelia gave her a thumbs-up.
Seeing what Amelia and Jessica had done, Patrick was a little angry. He took out his mobile phone and made a phone call.
20 minutes later.
"Sir, here is your breakfast. 5,300 dollars in total. Would you like to pay by cash or card?"
"By card." Patrick was as natural as at home. He turned around and said to the delivery man, "Bring them in."
"Okay." The delivery man took the iron lunch box with a thermal insulation function into the house, and took out more than a dozen exquisite breakfast from it. Seeing this, Amelia and Jessica were stunned.
Before the delivery man left, he said, "Sir, miss, please enjoy your food. By the way, this truffle sauce is specially imported from the United States. I hope you'll like it."
Jessica looked at Amelia with embarrassment, "What should we do? Compared to Patrick, we are like beggars on the street."
Looking at Patrick's smug eyes, Amelia gritted her teeth and said, "Don't look at him. Let's eat our food!"
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