Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 671

"It's nothing," said Amelia at once.

The atmosphere was strange, but Mr. Roland did not dare to ask more questions and led Patrick and Amelia to the flagship store.

"This is the sportswear brand that sponsors us. It's an international brand, but it may not be good enough for you two..."

At this, Amelia said, "I don't think so. I've seen this brand in sports magazines, many NBA and football stars have endorsed this too, so it must be high-end in both quality and concept."

Her words struck right at Mr. Roland's heart. He replied in eagerness, "Mrs. Hopper, please go ahead and pick everything that you like. I'll give it all to you for free! Treat it as my welcome gift for your first visit."

"That's too kind of you to do that." Amelia held back.

She had just given him a casual compliment since everyone loved to be praised, but she did not expect that she would earn something in return.

Patrick, who was silent the whole time, blurted, "Since Mr. Ronald wants to give you a present, just accept it." Amelia was delighted to see that he was finally willing to speak. She replied hurriedly, "Well, Boss Ronald, I won't hold myself back then?"

Mr. Roland waved his hand and said, "Mrs. Hopper, please help yourself!"

Amelia was not in a hurry to choose her own haul after entering the store. Instead, she took the initiative to hold Patrick's hand and brought him to the men's clothing area.

Patrick's heart melted when she stuffed her soft and supple hand into his palm. His mood was also slightly soothed from the state of disruption by Kaiden's appearance.

He looked down and happened to look right into her watery, glistening eyes. Full of concern, he frowned. "Why are you looking at me like this?" It made him feel as if she was pitying him.

Amelia avoided his eyes and concealed her thoughts by pointing at the sportswear one of the mannequins were wearing. "I just wanted to ask you, what do you think of this blue tracksuit?"

Patrick answered indifferently, "Anything is fine."

Amelia's cheeks puffed up as she said, "Hey, you didn't even look at it. How do you know?"

Patrick continued, "I look good in anything I wear, so of course anything is fine."

Amelia was speechless. Although he was being reasonable, could he leave it to others to praise him?

Amelia smoothed out the furrow between her eyebrows, turned back to the salesman, and pointed at the model's sportswear. She said softly, "Please help me get a set of this exact tracksuit."

The salesman said with great respect, "Okay, madam."

Amelia looked around and found Mr. Roland standing at the front desk with the cashier, muttering to him some instructions.

Catching her gaze, he raised his hand and made her a confident gesture of 'OK', indicating that he had told the cashier that she was to shop for free.

With a smile, Amelia moved her lips and mimed to him 'Thank you'.

The next second, the grip around her hand clenched.

Amelia raised her head and looked at the man next to her, only to find Patrick's eyes gazing out somewhere else. His expression did not twitch most slightly, as if she just hallucinated about her hand being tightened around.

Just as Amelia was shrouded in puzzlement, Patrick cast a glance at her and said, "Let's go and look for yours."

Amelia asked, "Are you going to join me?"

Patrick raised both of their interlocking hands and shook them in front of her. "Can I say no when you're holding my hand so tightly?"