Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 501

Considering that these women were likely to be the future pillars of Royal Joy Club, Patrick, as one of the investors, took the time to drop by and take a look at them. But to be honest, in terms of women, he was not as strict in taste as Charles.

In fact, he was not interested in them at all.

Charles, like a butterfly lost amidst the flowers, embraced the women in his arms and cried out 'sisters' at them. Patrick rubbed in between his eyebrows, stood up, and said, "I'll leave this to you. I'm going home."

Charles' dissolute eyes stared at him in disbelief. "You haven't been out for long. Can't you leave your wife at all?"

Patrick was not provoked by his rationale at all. He opened the door and left Charles saying, "Be careful of enjoying yourself too much."

On his way along the corridor, every staff of the Royal Joy Club saw him and stood up to greet him 'Mr. Hopper'.

"Hmm." He nodded in response. When Patrick was passing by another box, he bumped into a man who stumbled out of it.

They looked into each other's eyes with indifference. After recognizing who each other was, Patrick snorted, adjusted his disturbed suit, and strode to leave.

Milton was flushed with anger and blurted out, "Patrick, stop there!"

Not only Patrick halted in his tracks, but the servers in Royal Joy Club also stopped what they were doing at that moment. They cast covetous looks at Milton, trying to determine whether if he was a friend or foe.

Patrick glanced at Milton and said in a clear, cold voice, "What can I do for you?"

Milton accused him, "How can you be in a place like this? Don't forget that you have a wife!"

Patrick said impassively, "I don't need your reminder."

Milton's bloodshot eyes stared at the man in front of him. How could he squander around with what Milton yearned for the most? "Aren't you afraid that Amelia will be sad that you are doing this behind her back?"

"She's more broad-minded than you think."

"That's because you didn't see her cry!"

Patrick asked sharply, "Are you telling me that her tears are only shed in front of you?"

Milton said in a low voice, "If possible, I would like to see her happy forever."

Forever?

The feeling of having his wife on another man's mind was terrible. Patrick rudely said, "She's my woman. It's my freedom to want to make her happy or not. You're not in any place to tell me what to do! Here's a piece of advice. If you want her to live well, don't get close to her!"

Milton retorted, "I grew up with her. How can I not get close to her? But you...the one who is the least in position to be with her is you!"

"So what if you two have grown up together? You're not the one she loves."

Patrick always managed to infuriate others in just a few words.

At this, Milton felt like his heart was hollowed out as if someone had gouged a hole in it. Blood gushed out of his wound.

Just as Patrick finished his aggression and was about to leave, Milton hurled his fist at him.

The angle from which Milton attacked was tricky. Fortunately, Patrick was on his guard and evaded his head from the punch. However, the biting sound of the wind scraped his face and hurt a little, which showed how furious Milton was.

Patrick regained his stance and stared at the drunk Milton. He did not want to get entangled with a drunkard and said, "You'd better think it through. It won't do you any good if you make a move here."