Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 638

The service lady, who was initially indifferent, widened her eyes when she saw Patrick. Then, she cried out in surprise, "Uncle!"

Uncle?

Amelia's mind went blank for a moment. When she came back to her senses, she saw that the receptionist had already thrown herself into Patrick's arms.

"Uncle, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were going to come to my shop?"

Amelia broke out in sweat. This glamorous girl instantly became as soft as cotton once she was in Patrick's arms.

After giving her a hug, Patrick distanced himself from her. "Finley, I didn't know you were back from abroad."

Finley Hopper was very surprised. "What? You didn't know? Some time ago when I was back from abroad, I immediately posted a status update on my story. My uncle doesn't care about me. You see me as a dispensable niece, right?"

In the face of Finley's complaints, Patrick said light-heartedly, "Maybe it's because I was away on a business trip around that time and didn't notice the stories you posted."

"Speaking of this, I remember that you personally contributed to some poor households sometime ago, right? Do you have nothing else better to do to be at such a lousy and dangerous place? By the way, hold on a moment..." After a pause, Finley put on a stern expression again and pointed to the security guards, "Throw her out!"

Throw?

Amelia smiled dryly. She had been wondering how Patrick had such an old niece, but from the way Finley talked, she was certain that this unreasonable girl and Patrick were family.

"Finley." Patrick pulled Amelia to him, of course he would not sit by and let her be thrown out. He looked down at Finley and announced, "She is your aunt."

Finley was dumbfounded. After a while, she asked, unbelieving, "Uncle, so she... she's Amelia..."

Amelia, who was standing by the side listening to Finley stammer out her name with difficulty, could not help but interrupt her, "My name is Amelia Ramsay."

Finley came back to her sense and waved her hand to dismiss the group of security guards. She looked at Amelia for the first time and asked, "Are you here to use the toilet?"

"Yes," Amelia replied, longing for nothing more.

"Okay, then. Go upstairs and take a left, the bathroom's at the end of the hallway," Finley said briskly.

"Thank you!" Amelia turned around as if finally relieved of a heavy burden and ran upstairs.

Finley turned to Patrick and pointed out, "Uncle, she looks younger than me. How could you even bear to get together with her?"

Upon hearing this, Amelia, who was halfway climbing up the stairs, staggered and almost rolled down.

Glancing down at her clothes, Amelia felt puzzled. Was she dressed too childishly?

Patrick had a similar question in mind. "How did you come to the conclusion that you're younger than her? Is it the way she's dressed or her appearance?" Or was it because of Amelia's dumbness?

He did not ask the latter question out loud. It was rare for him to be this kind.

He thought that Finley would come up with a constructive answer, but all she did was proudly puff her chest out and said, "Here."

"Where?" Patrick stared intently at her.

"It's here!" Finley pointed at the magnificent scene of front of her chest.

Patrick was speechless.