Narrowing his eyes, Patrick murmured, "Are you sure you want me to tell you where I was last night?"
Amelia had a bad feeling about where this was heading. Sure enough, Patrick said in the next second, "I went to..."
After a moment of subtle pause, he added on jeeringly, "Tell me, what's the most probable reason for an ordinary man to stay out all night and not return?"
Amelia's hands clenched into fists, wanting to throw a few punches to his face incredibly badly. So, he even had a reason for not coming home?
Watching her as her blood rushed to her head, his suppressed anger relieved a little.
He leaned forward to close the distance between them. But this time, he did not come forward for a hug. Instead, he further wounded her. "You haven't got a clue, have you? Alright then, I'll tell you. I spent the night at Royal Joy Club."
"You!" Amelia's breath stuck in her chest, and the whites of her eyes turned red.
Regardless of whether he was telling the truth, it could not be mistaken that scent emanating from
his body was from a woman's perfume!
Flashing a devilish smirk, Patrick bored straight into her eyes as he asked, "Are you angry?"
After a pause, the indication of a smirk in his eyes faded. His thin lips then spat with bone-chilling coldness, "Do you have the right to get mad? Shouldn't a wife who can't satisfy her husband feel ashamed?"
Amelia glared daggers at him, feeling so enraged that her heart throbbed in her ribcage. "You..."
"B*stard? Garbage? Thug?" Patrick finished the rest of her sentence for her.
Amelia chuckled out of extreme ire. "Good that you're so self-aware!"
Overlooking all trace of sadness and disappointment on her face, Patrick hissed wickedly, "And so what? So long as I'm happy."
He was right. He had both influence and power, and was also a handsome, young man. Women of all background from all places were more than eager to please him!
There was no need for her to spend unnecessary energy worrying about this man at all.
She forced out a smile, and her eyes glazed with ice as Amelia glowered at him. "Okay, do whatever you want. It's none of my business."
With that, she turned around to leave to her room.
"Drop the act." Patrick's voice boomed in the next moment, cutting through the air with a piercing chill.
"What did you say?" Amelia was taken aback. She turned back around instinctively and looked at the man who just mocked her.
"You must have cried yourself to sleep last night. Look at your eyes, they're still swollen," sneered Patrick.
Amelia swayed slightly in her spot. He had even made use of her sorrow and made fun of her for it!
"I'm sorry to say this, but you're mistaken. I'm not as bored as you think I am. My eyes are only swollen because I worked on a project proposal through the entire night."
A cloud of gloom immediately cast a shadow over Patrick's face at the sound of that.
Amelia almost burst out laughing at his attempt to restrain the fury he felt.
She hated the look he had on his face as if he knew everything like the back of his hand, so she could not help but want to deal him with a blow.
A moment of pause later, Patrick came back to his senses sullenly. He put his hands in his pockets and said airily, "I see. I almost forgot... You are now in charge of a company that's at the risk of collapsing at any time, so it's only reasonable for you to be serious about work."
Flames were dancing in Amelia's eyes as she stared at him. "Don't jinx it! Apex Construction Corporation won't fall!"
Patrick replied, "For a notorious company to make a comeback under the leadership of an inexperienced acting president, I'm afraid that winning the first prize at the lottery has greater chances than that."
Amelia scowled. "Why do you keep hurling insults at me like this?"
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