But Amelia didn't dare complain. Instead, she greeted with a smile, "Eve, you're here?"
Eve wondered and frowned, "Don't you remember that I came last night? I stayed overnight here."
Amelia felt embarrassed, "Sorry, I was drunk last night. I didn't do or say anything weird, did I?"
"What do you think?" Eve looked at her contemptuously, "If it weren't for you, I'd be wearing clothes of such poor quality?"
Amelia was confused, since she really didn't remember anything.
"Where do you keep your dirty clothes? I'll wash them by hand." Amelia knew that Eve's clothes were very expensive and could not be washed in a washing machine.
Eve slowly took a sip of black tea and said, "I have thrown away the clothes. If you really feel sorry then go buy a new set for me. Oh, by the way, I am already used to wearing real silk, don't buy the fake one to fool me."
Amelia was amazed that Eve was even more wasteful than Patrick, who would have her clean the dirty laundry, but Eve just threw the dirty laundry away!
"Have you had breakfast yet? I'm going to make it for you."
Eve interrupted her coldly, "Don't you dare change the subject? You go buy me clothes now! I'll be dressed up later to show my friends!"
Amelia thought Eve was a pain in the ass, but still tried to convince her, "It's early in the morning and the stores aren't even open yet, so if I go out, who's going to make breakfast for you and Patrick?"
Eve snorted, "No, I can make my own breakfast, you go get me some clothes."
Amelia bit her lip lightly, feeling very unreasonable about Eve, and she unconsciously looked up to Patrick's room on the second floor, hoping he would come out to help her at this point.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as hoped and Eve scoffed, "Want to wait for Patrick to get up and come down to help you?"
Amelia gritted her teeth and finally forced herself to give in to Eve, "I'll go right now."
Amelia hoped that there wouldn't be an argument, as long as she appeased Eve, she wasn't really having a hard time. Amelia reassured herself that at least everyone else in The Hopper Family was being polite and treating her with respect.
Shortly after Amelia left the house, the door to the master bedroom was flung open by Patrick who dressed in a shirt and slacks.
He got up on the wrong side of the bed, and the last thing he wanted to do when he woke up was to make love to Amelia, but she had gone off somewhere early in the morning, making him get up and look for her.
"Patrick!" At this time, a familiar voice downstairs called back Patrick's thoughts.
Patrick stiffened, he quickly raised his hand and buttoned his shirt before he walked down the stairs. "Mom, where's Amelia?"
Eve pouted. "You only care about her?"
Patrick held Eve's shoulder and sat side by side with her, "in my heart, you are the most important person."
Eve smiled happily, "great."
"Well, Mom..." Patrick looked around the living room. "Are you hungry? I'm going to ask Amelia to make breakfast."
The smile on Eve's face faded a little. "So, you want to know where she is? Patrick, can't you stay away from her for a while?"
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