Seeing her coming to sit next to him voluntarily, Patrick curled up his lips despite himself.
Amelia and he were getting more and more connected. Sometimes they didn't have to say things out loud since a look would be enough.
Glancing at her little face, he said in a deep voice, "Was it difficult to explain our relationship to your coworkers?"
"Not at all." Amelia answered, "They just asked a few usual questions, which were easy to deal with."
Patrick frowned at her last two words. "You didn't tell them in detail how we met and got married?"
Amelia almost rolled her eyes. "Mr. Hopper, I'm sorry to tell you that we don't have a romantic encounter. It's just that I was drunk in the bar and happened to meet you, who was also drunk. And then we... hooked up. That's how we met by chance. Do you want me to tell everyone about the process of us knowing each other?"
Patrick pondered for a while seriously before answering, "I don't mind it as long as you are not embarrassed about it. After all, you are the one being pressed down and crying out for pain."
"Patrick, I'm going to tear your mouth!" Amelia was so annoyed that she straddled him. She was about to lose her temper when Patrick pressed the back of her head and planted a slow kiss on her.
When Amelia was overwhelmed by the kiss and had an illusion of getting heatstroke, Patrick turned away and chuckled with satisfaction. "From today on, I can kiss you wherever and however I like without caring about others' opinions."
Amelia wanted to laugh, but tears ran down her cheeks and soaked Patrick's clothes.
When Patrick turned to her, Amelia had regained her usual self, though her red eyes still gave her away. He asked with a complicated feeling, "Why are you crying?
"I'm not. I was just too happy." Amelia reached out to hold his neck and let out a low sigh.
Doris was right. Amelia wished she could drown herself in the respect and gentleness given by him and never wake up again.
Noting her sadness, Patrick touched her head and tried to comfort her with his domineering way. "From now on, no matter where you are, you will always have me to protect you, especially in the company. You can lord it over others there."
Amelia moaned at his way of bossy behaviors, "I am not a lord. Why should I lord it over others?"
Patrick squinted at her and said, "You think too highly of yourself by addressing yourself as a lord. You are just a turtle who is so timid and fainthearted."
"You!" Amelia blurted out with anger. "How dare you call me a turtle! Be careful when I give birth to a bunch of little turtle babies of yours someday!"
Amused by Amelia, Patrick held her tightly and said softly but determinedly, "Mrs. Hopper, don't wait till 'someday'. I want a little turtle baby now."
Amelia hurried to break free from his arms and held his face to study carefully before she asked skeptically, "Are you really Patrick Hopper?" "Absolutely!" Patrick grabbed her small hand that was on his cheek and kissed her palm. He said from the bottom of his heart, "Mrs. Hopper, give me a baby."
"So you..." Amelia moved her gaze slowly to where his heart was and she asked with hesitation, "Is she still holds a place... here?"
Patrick's face froze. He tried to avoid the question subconsciously. "Does it have anything to do with us having our baby?"
Amelia frowned. "Of course. If she still has a place in your heart, what is that when I give birth to you kid? What do you take me for? A reproductive tool?"
Patrick was silent.
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