Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 617

Amelia clearly did not believe in his excuse, but Huxton was so one-track-minded that Amelia would not get anything more from him even if she pressed on. So, she simply said, "Remember to be careful next time then, don't make any more mistakes."

Understanding Amelia's overtones, the edges of Huxton's lips lifted slightly and said, "I will. Thank you, madam, for your concern."

Amelia nodded and turned to go upstairs to her room.

At half-past seven in the evening.

Hearing a set of steady footsteps passing by her door, Amelia stopped drinking water from the glass and thought that Patrick must have come back.

The next second, the footsteps that had just passed by her door travelled back again...

As it turned out, the person outside was indeed Patrick because only he would push the door open and barge straight in without knocking.

Seeing him, Amelia simply put down the glass of water and watched the man who just appeared at her door.

She was expecting Patrick to lecture her for

'escaping' from his wrath this morning. But he said instead, "Let's go down for dinner."

Amelia could almost drown herself in his electric voice. Hell might have actually frozen over for Patrick to be so polite to her for no apparent reason. And he even asked her to go downstairs for dinner personally.

"Okay, right away," Amelia answered, then got up to tidy up the scattered files and documents on the table.

Her actions attracted Patrick's attention. "What are those on the table?"

"Oh, these are the information of a venture capital I asked the seniors at the company to help me sort out. I want to give it a try." Amelia replied without reluctance.

Patrick was furious. "What did you say?"

He was standing right in front of her, but she was preparing to look for other investors for help?

Where was her brain? Was she an idiot?

Amelia was startled by his growl. She raised her head to find Patrick in a scowl, obviously giving off ominous warning signs.

She comforted him and said, "Don't get so agitated, I didn't set my eyes on your company." "Why not? Is Roxxon Corporation too incompetent for you? Not good enough for you, President Ramsay?"

Patrick stalked toward her step by step, his gaze sharp as lightning and looking daggers!

Amelia, who was under piercing pressure of his intense look, denied, "No, I didn't mean it that way..."

"Then what do you mean?" Patrick glared at her.

Amelia blushed and said, "It's because I don't want to rely on you for everything!"

At this, Patrick was even more outraged. "If you don't rely on me, then who do you want to depend on?"

"I want to rely on myself!" answered Amelia.

Patrick chuckled unceremoniously. "You? Just you yourself?"

Amelia pouted. "You find it ridiculous too, don't you? That's right, everyone who hears me thinks that I'm joking around too."

Noticing the constrain in her face, Patrick pulled back the smile hanging by his lips.

"Because everyone thinks you'll jump out and help me whenever I get into trouble. Their tone even tells me that I don't actually have to tire myself out and work so hard. Because as long as you're here, even if the sky collapses, I'll still be fine."

Patrick fell silent.

"In fact, before you left Northville, I thought the same as them too. But reality taught me a lesson when I lost contact with you, and I could only rely on myself then."

Patrick's body tensed tautly. He felt that he had lost something from his trip to Northville.