Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 6

According to the schedule, they were supposed to return to the Hopper villa to meet Patrick's parents. With the guidance of his virtual assistant, he drove in the opposite direction to the villa.

Amelia was confused after checking the GPS. She asked Patrick, who just pulled over, "Aren't we going to your home?"

"What do you mean 'your home'?" Patrick, who got out of the car, emphasized, "From now on, the Hopper villa is also your home."

Amelia turned silent. It was not easy for her to quickly accept the fact that she was married.

Yet she replied in sincerity, "Sorry, it slipped out of my mouth."

Though having such an obedient wife, Patrick did not buy it at all. After all, this was all his old man's idea.

He abruptly pulled open the car door beside her, letting the heat of sunshine rush into the car.

Seeing that Amelia winced uncomfortably under the bright sunlight, Patrick felt slightly better about his situation.

He hustled her, "Did you get too comfortable and get stuck in the seat?"

Amelia took her time to get out of the car after the discomfort on her eyes had passed.

She looked around and found herself surrounded with all kinds of famous brandnames, from boutiques for both men and women, to shoes, jewellery and cosmetics, anything she could possibly think of.

"Do we even have time for shopping?" Amelia asked.

Patrick scanned Amelia from top to bottom like she was a merchandise. He disapproved, "From this day onwards, you are Mrs. Hopper. So you need to dress like one."

"Is there a problem?" She looked down on her current outfit. She wore a white T-shirt, in a pair of mid-rise jeans and a pair of four-season loafers with no accessories on her...

Patrick commented critically, "Did you stole some kid's clothes? Even high- school girls dress better than you."

Amelia blushed slightly. She admitted that it was not really appropriate to meet her husband's parents in casual wear, but it crossed a line when he called her 'a kid'.

When she was thinking for a witty comeback, Patrick switched to a series tone, "You don't have to give me the death stare. Instead, you should thank me! If I don't offer you a chance of a total make-over, you'll be the laughing stock in the family forever!"

What a jerk!

Amelia could not wait to get out of the car and bash his brain out. But after taking a deep breath, she gritted his teeth and said, "Just so you know. I don't have any money on me."

He detested her implication, "There are only two types of men who'd ask their women to pay when shopping: poor people or parasites."

Hearing this, she suddenly had an indescribable feeling surging through her chest.