Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 412

"You owe me? Amelia, you are not Patrick. It's not you who drove me mad and got me into the hospital." Ryan found it funny.

"Uncle Quartley, there are some things I can't explain to you..."

How could she tell Ryan that she was Patrick's wife?

Being his wife, in a sense, it was reasonable for Amelia to make up for Patrick's mistakes.

Knowing Amelia was unwilling to say more, Ryan started to remind her, "Well, I can't force you. But Amelia, I don't want you to get caught between him and me. Patrick is a very vindictive man. Because my son has offended him, he decided to get even with both of us. As his employee, you must be careful."

A frustrated smile appeared on Amelia's lips. "I will. My boss is calling me. We'll talk later."

At the president's office.

When Amelia walked into the office, she had no idea what she was feeling. It was as if she had walked into the territory of a beast hiding in the dark, who would pounce on her and tear her apart at any time.

"Amelia, come here."

Amelia turned to look at Patrick, who was sitting on the sofa speaking to her. There seemed to be a faint smile in his eyes. He looked, as usual, confident that everything was under his control.

But according to Ryan, Amelia knew that Roxxon was sure to lose this time. Who would be the winner? It depended on whether Ryan could survive the powerful Roxxon. If he couldn't, Ryan would lose. Otherwise, Patrick would be the one defeated!

Could it bethat Patrick had no idea that Ryan had changed his strategy yet?

With doubts, Amelia walked over to him.

Patrick looked down at her right foot and asked, "Does your foot still hurt?"

"No. Really!" He had been asking that question every day during the past month. Amelia had never expected such a man, who was indifferent to everything, to be so garrulous.

Patrick shifted his gaze from her foot to her face and asked again, "Ask yourself, how have I treated you since your foot was injured?"

Amelia frowned. Patrick wasn't the one who liked to take credit. There must be a reason for him to ask that.

She collected herself and said honestly, "You were very nice to me."

"How nice?" he asked again.

She could only concentrate on her memories and said, "At 9 o'clock every morning, you sent me to Doctor Bledel on time for injection and changing medicine, and then drove me home before you go to work.

Every noon, you came all the way home from Roxxon and carried me from the second floor to the dining room on the first floor. After I have my lunch, you brought me back to the bedroom.

Every night, you washed my hair and bathed me. Every time you washed my feet, you were so gentle..."

Without thinking about all of this, Amelia would have no clue that Patrick had done his best to take care of her when she was ill.

Over the past month or so, apart from going to work, Patrick had been with her at home. She wondered how many clients he had turned away.