Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 473

Owen seemed to have heard the second joke. After a few laughs, he asked, "Are you this calm? You wife was just missing yet you're acting like if you want to turn the Northville upside down?"

Patrick asked obscurely, "If you say she called the police, then isn't she..."

Patrick could not finish his words. However, Owen said for him straightforwardly, "Brother, you want to ask her if she was like a fool who bore the cold at Mount Logan and waited for the police investigation? That's right! You should have known that she couldn't get away as an insider. Besides, you're her husband. Whether you're alive or dead, she would wait for the police to get an answer. Am I right?"

There was a faint confusion in Patrick's slightly restrained eyes. Was it his illusion? He always felt that Owen had never stopped ridiculing him since he received the phone call.

Owen seemed to feel Patrick's depression and asked, "Do you know when will I call you like this?"

When he did something wrong.

Patrick did not say anything. However, Owen knew what he was thinking. "Patrick, listen to me. If you really don't love Amelia, then you may try your best to disappoint her. When she is really disappointed with you, you will be free. Well, I still have to take my wife to visit relatives. Talk to you next time..."

Patrick slowly lowered the phone. In this world, his brother was the only people who dared to teach him a lesson and could make him obey with it.

Amelia returned home a few hours later.

The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she saw her. Then she came over and asked with concern, "Miss Amelia, where have you been all this afternoon? Mr. Hopper and I are really worried about you!"

Amelia could not help laughing and said, "Aunty, I can understand why you're worried about me. However, why the hell Patrick would worry about me?"

"What are you talking about hell?" The housekeeper did not understand her meaning behind her words and said, "Miss Amelia, Mr. Hopper asked you to go to him in his room as soon as you came home..."

"Go to him? I guess there's no need to." Amelia looked at the second floor as if she was looking at a tiger waiting to eat people.

"Miss Amelia, since Mr. Hopper is worried about you, why don't you go and meet him? How about... I ask him downstairs?" The housekeeper was about to go upstairs.

Amelia quickly grabbed the housekeeper's arm and said in a panic, "I'll go upstairs by myself!"

Patrick was very angry now. If the housekeeper asked him to come downstairs, it was inevitable to prove that she was trying to put up a front.

The housekeeper's worries gone after she heard Amelia's. After watching Amelia went upstairs and knocked on the door, she went to finish the rest of her work.

On the second floor.

As soon as Amelia knocked on the door, she heard a rush of footsteps. The door of the room was opened. Before she could react, she was dragged into the room by a slender and perfect hand.

When she looked up, she saw Patrick's handsome face. Amelia did know that this was not the time to admire his handsome face because it was very likely that she would be scolded by him.

As expected he asked immediately, "Where have you been!"

Amelia pursed her lips and said, "I went to the Scarlet Clothing."

After parting ways with Patrick, she wanted to rest.

However, she vaguely remembered that she had agreed to go to book a custom-made wedding dress with Tiffany today. In order to get it done as soon as possible, she decided to go instead.

Patrick's eyes were deep and hard to understand. "What are you doing at the Scarlet Clothing?"

"I promised to help Brittany get a wedding dress."

"Wouldn't it be enough to just make a phone call?"