The secretary was infuriated at once. Amelia was not the kind of person they said she was. Instead, it was Mr. Hopper who was out of character. His behavior with Sissi was inconceivable!
Amidst the noise, there was a person who was sitting against the headboard and immersed in reading. However, her brown eyes behind the book slipped into deep thoughts as she listened to the conversation between the secretary and the rest of the teachers.
At Land of Fragrance.
Amelia, like a student who had made a mistake, had put her hands on her knees and sat upright opposite Huxton with an apologetic look on her face.
Huxton gave her a sidelong glance and asked in a dignified manner, "Madam, what did I tell you?"
Amelia lowered her head as if to diminish her presence in the room. "I'm sorry. I didn't know I would be targeted by the paparazzi. I've caused you trouble."
Huxton glanced away and said, "Instead of apologizing to me, you'd better think about how you'll explain it to Mr. Hopper."
Amelia lifted her head suddenly, her beautiful eyes full of resentment. "Why should I explain it to him?"
Huxton replied, "Because he's your husband, and you're his wife."
Amelia answered gloomily, "That's not fair."
As soon as she finished, the landline at home rang right away.
At this, Amelia looked at it as if she was looking at a ticking time bomb, and she wanted to stay far away from it so badly.
"There's a ninety per cent chance that it's from Mr. Hopper," Huxton said from aside.
"I know!" Amelia did not want to pick up the call at all.
She looked at Huxton pleadingly. "Why don't you...pick up the call? If it's Patrick, you can just say... I'm having a headache and have gone to sleep."
Huxton pursed his lips into a thin line. According to his knowledge of Mr. Hopper's temper, even if Amelia had fallen asleep in the coffin, he would pry the lid of the coffin open and force her out of it!
At the same time, Dr. Scarlett, who was passing through the living room, glanced at the ringing landline and asked strangely, "Why don't you two answer the phone?"
"Stop it, Dr. Scarlett!" Amelia hurriedly stopped her when Dr. Scarlett stretched out her hand towards the receiver.
But it was too late!
"Hello, Mr. Patrick? You want to talk to Ms. Amelia, right? She's here! Yes, she's right next to me..."
Dr. Scarlett had exposed Amelia in a few words. She looked at the sullen Amelia and informed her, "It's your husband."
Amelia got up and dragged her body over like a walking corpse. She took the receiver and put it to her ear.
As if having a natural tacit understanding, Patrick instantly guessed that the person on the other side of the receiver was Amelia from her breath.
He ordered, "Explain!"
"Huh?" Amelia said. "What do you want me to explain?"
Her tone was innocent, so innocent that Patrick almost believed that what he saw on his phone was fake news.
"Yesterday morning at ten past nine, at Northville Airport, at number two waiting hall. You and Milton were very intimate. I don't think I misunderstood, right?"
Amelia almost praised him for the details he got.
Wasn't Patrick reading the news too carefully? Even she herself had forgotten exactly what time she had sent off Milton.
"Mrs. Hopper, I need an explanation from you!" Patrick said with his last bit of patience.
Amelia raised her eyebrows and said, "It's just a photo taken by the media."
Patrick picked and focused on the key points, "That is to say, that photo isn't edited?"
Amelia could not care less and said, "My old friend is going abroad for work. Isn't it human nature to hug each other goodbye for a farewell?"
Patrick uttered through gritted teeth, "You've been ignoring what I said, didn't you? I warned you that you'd better be cautious when I'm not home!"
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