"Mr. Walsh! Good morning!" Granny Hopper turned to explain to Amelia, who was puzzled, "This is Mr. Walsh, who lives next door to me. He is a professor."
Amelia greeted him sweetly, "Hello, Mr. Walsh!"
"They are?" Walsh asked Granny Hopper with curiosity as he stared at Amelia and Patrick, a lovely couple.
Granny Hopper said with great pride, "They are my grandson and his wife. What do you see? They are so good-looking, aren't they?"
Walsh looked enlightened. "Huh! I was thinking about matchmaking my granddaughter to your grandson. I didn't expect his wife to be so beautiful. Standing with your grandson, she is perfect for him. I guess I shouldn't bring mine here to make her feel small."
Granny Hopper was overjoyed by Walsh's compliment, but she said nonetheless, "They are deeply in love with each other. Even if your granddaughter is as pretty as a nymph, my grandson won't be interested."
Amelia was flattered at the old lady's comment. What Granny Hopper said about them didn't seem to be the truth.
She stole a glance at Patrick, only to see a faint smile on his lips as if he agreed with that.
If someone dared to say that they were a perfect match, Patrick would have lost his temper long ago. But he didn't deny it today. "Is it for the sake of Granny Hopper?" Amelia wondered skeptically.
While Amelia was lost in her thoughts, Granny Hopper said goodbye to Walsh and pulled Amelia and Patrick's hands, indicating that they could go on.
After they got downstairs, Amelia helped Granny Hopper into the car before she got in on her own.
The moment she sat down, she heard Granny Hopper ask in a low voice, "Amelia, Patrick's birthday will be in two days. Have you ever thought about how to celebrate it?"
"I..." Amelia was quiet for a short while before she regained her sense and said, "I have discussed it with Florence before. She told me that Patrick doesn't like to be extravagant. I think I might as well buy him a present and make him a cake?"
Granny Hopper's eyes widened slightly. "Make him a cake? Will you make it yourself?"
Amelia said with a smile, "Well, I can buy ingredients and learn how to do it. I know there is a cake shop that teaches people how to make cakes. I will go to learn it after work tomorrow!"
Granny Hopper patted her hand happily and said, "I'm relieved to see that you're so considerate towards each other."
The next day, at Roxxon Corporation.
"Amelia, here is your invitation!"
When Amelia was busy with her work, Doris suddenly put an envelope edged with gold at her hand.
"Who it is from?" She couldn't help asking.
Doris shrugged. "I don't know. The security guard downstairs delivered it to me."
Amelia nodded and opened the letter to take a look. It turned out to be an invitation from Ryan about the opening ceremony of his Limoncello of Dream. It would be held on the day after tomorrow, and Amelia had been warmly invited.
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