Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 627

Patrick was hot-headed and immediately rushed forward to seize the key from her hand. He stared at her with flames burning behind his eyes and asked, "Where did you find it?"

Amelia simply answered, "By the stairs."

Patrick narrowed his eyes slightly. "Why didn't I notice it when I came down?"

Amelia said, "Maybe it's because men don't seem to be as attentive as women when searching for something."

Patrick did not question the logic of her words. In other words, he was too lazy to be bothered about any other things once he got his key back.

He looked up at Amelia, the look in his eyes were warmer now, a jumble of both happiness and faint gratitude. He said to her, "Thank you."

Amelia's heart pounded in her chest. For her whole life, this was the first time Patrick had thanked her!

Blinking her eyes in a daze, she then suppressed any hint of her surprise and said calmly, "You're welcome. Since you've found the key, you should go and eat now, shouldn't you?" "Let's go together." Patrick heaved a sigh of relief.

"Okay." Amelia nodded. She peered at Patrick's clenched fist around the key with fear still lingering in her eyes.

What on earth was this? How come Patrick care so much about it?

Sensing the crease between her brows, Patrick quietly put the key back into his pocket as if he wanted to keep it away from her sight.

Oh, so secretive?

Amelia pouted and tried her best to hold back her impulse from forcing Patrick to spit out about what was going on.

After dinner, Amelia and Patrick returned to their respective rooms.

Ever since Amelia took over Apex Construction Corporation, she moved away from Patrick's master bedroom to a secondary bedroom, for she needed a place for her to work as well.

The second bedroom was no doubt the best option for her to use as a temporary home office.

On the other hand, once Patrick returned to the master bedroom after locking the door, he reached into his pocket for the key then placed it in an elegant key box on the bedside table.

He was too careless for not noticing the key box in his coat was not clasped properly and lost the key.

This was the key to the house he specially bought for Sissi. If he lost it, he would have to inform the management and have the key remade, then he would not be able to surprise her in time.

The next day, at noon.

In an exquisite French restaurant sat Patrick and Sissi.

While Patrick ordered with the waitress, Sissi held her cheek in one hand and stared at the charming man in front of her with a smile on her lips.

Sissi felt that it was her greatest luck to be reunited with him again. As for being as close to him as she was at this moment, truth to be told, she did not even dare to imagine it before returning from abroad.

"Is this enough?"

Patrick, who ordered around six or seven dishes in one breath, suddenly raised his head to look at her, only to find Sissi a little absent-minded.

He snapped his fingers in front of her and asked in a deep voice, "What are you daydreaming about?"