She picked up the fork and poked them into the bowl of noodles. She then pulled it out and looked at the fork that were covered with muddled soup paste. Amelia asked the housekeeper hesitantly, "Auntie, is there anything else to eat that looks better than this?"
The housekeeper felt sympathy for Amelia and said, "Miss Amelia, why don't I make another bowl for you?"
Amelia's eyes lit up like a puppy at the mention of a bone.
The housekeeper could not resist the temptation and rubbed Amelia's head. She then pointed to the study upstairs and said, "But there is one thing that I have to tell Miss Amelia first. If Mr. Hopper asks about it later, tell him that you have finished the noodles, understand?"
Amelia looked puzzled. "Why?"
The aunt looked around, and then said, "Because this...was left for you by Mr. Hopper himself."
A look of surprise appeared on Amelia's elegantly innocent face. "Could it be that Patrick made this himself?"
"You could say that." The housekeeper held back the words 'leftovers'. After all, she did not know about the seeming impassive nature of Patrick.
Looking at the appearance of the noodles, Amelia frowned and said, "But it really doesn't look that appetizing."
"So, I'll cook another one for you with the same ingredients and replace this for you." After the housekeeper finished, she moved to take away the bowls and fork from the table.
"But, maybe it just doesn't look good?" After muttering to herself, Amelia took a big bite before the housekeeper picked the bowl away.
Under the housekeeper's astonishment, Amelia swallowed the noodles without even chewing. Then she uttered with a distorted face, "It really doesn't taste good."
"And you..." Her voice paused. When the housekeeper saw the happiness hidden deep in Amelia's eyes, she understood everything.
At night.
Patrick and Amelia were looking for a program to watch in the living room when Amelia suddenly fixed her eyes on a particular one. She reached out and stopped Patrick's hand, which was about to switch channels. "Wait! It's the news about Shawn up next!" Patrick's expression gloomed. "What's wrong? He's already Leah's man. Why are you still paying so much attention to him?"
Amelia's lips trembled a little. "I'm concerned about the situation. Can you not speculate so often?"
Patrick repeated in a dangerous tone, "I speculate too often?"
Amelia coughed softly, and her attention fell to the TV again. She said heartily, "We'd better watch the TV."
At this moment, an announcement sounded from the host on the TV, broadcasting scandalous photos of Shawn and an unidentified woman in bed.
Leah still had a bit of conscience. She did not let Shawn appear completely naked on the camera. Instead, she had the paparazzi focus on taking photos of their faces and Shawn's chests...
Even so, Amelia still could not help but gasp, "Oh my god."
Even Patrick showed an expression of disbelief. After all, Leah was the daughter of a wealthy family. To come to the media and took this kind of 'artistic' photos, it was easy to imagine how damaging it would be to the Dollar family's name.
It was expected that Leah's parents' phones must be jammed by the spam of incoming calls from the
neighborhood right now.
Ring, ring, ring...
Amelia's gaze froze for a moment before she turned her attention to her phone on the coffee table. The caller ID on the screen was showing 'unknown'.
She pondered for a moment and recalled that she saved this contact name for Shawn as to not be discovered by Patrick.
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