Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 672

In the face of this sudden turn of event, not only Amelia, even Mr. Roland and the five young men under the sun umbrella were stunned too.

Then, Kaiden was heard laughing out loud, "So what if they broke up and he got married? He still hasn't gotten past the trauma of being cheated on!"

The rest of the men's faces turned sickly green at the sound of his laughter. They all whipped their heads towards him and shouted at once, "Stop laughing! Mr. Patrick is watching!"

Kaiden raised his chin higher, full of pride and vigour. "So? Just let him watch, what can he do to me?"

On the other side, Amelia, who just recovered from his abrupt mood change, stared at Mr. Roland in bewilderment.

He and Patrick had known each other for a long time, and Patrick often came here to golf too. Mr. Ronald might know the reason why Patrick lost his temper.

But unfortunately, Mr. Roland had to let Amelia down. He himself had no clue why too.

After spending some thought on it, Mr. Roland concluded that Patrick threw the golf set on the

ground because he did not take good care of it. He could not help pleading sorry to Patrick, "Mr. Patrick, I apologize for not taking care of your equipment well enough! I'll ask someone to send you a new set right now!"

With that, Mr. Roland hurriedly urged his subordinates to pick up the scattered clubs on the ground and then waved his hand to dismiss them.

Patrick's unforeseen flare-up disrupted the peaceful atmosphere they had before, putting Mr. Ronald and Amelia in an awkward spot.

Although it was clearly not his fault, all Mr. Roland could do was apologize to appease Patrick's anger.

Amelia was greatly embarrassed, so she whispered to Mr. Roland, "Mr. Roland, I'm a little thirsty. Can you please get me a bottle of water?"

Mr. Roland gave Amelia a look of gratitude, nodded and said, "Yes, I'll go right away!"

As soon as he finished, he seized the opportunity Amelia created for him, turned around, and left.

Amelia sneaked a careful glance at Patrick. Seeing that he was not enraged to the point of wanting to get violent, she reached out and tugged at the hem of his clothes. She then said, not mentioning anything about what just happened, "Mr. Roland went to get us a new set. Let's not just stand here and wait. Why don't we find a place to rest first?"

Patrick looked at her. His face was still a little sour.

What he did just now was done almost out of his subconsciousness.

Amelia, just like Sissi back then, did not know how to play golf and was going to learn from Patrick. Would they have a similar ending as Patrick had with Sissi if he taught Amelia the same way he did?

He could not believe that he would be so superstitious, treating that set of old golf set as an ill omen.

In his uneasiness, he had tossed it away, as if in doing so he could walk out from the trauma he suffered!

Noticing his absent-mindedness, Amelia frowned and called out to him twice, "Mr. Hopper? Mr. Hopper?"

Snapping back to his senses, Patrick massaged the crinkle between his brows and replied, "I'm fine."

"That's good. Then let's sit there!" Amelia pointed to a row of empty chairs not far away from them.

"Okay." Patrick tightened his grip around her delicate hand in his palm and latched firmer onto Amelia's hand, which was doing wonders in easing him.

Amelia let him hold her hand while she stole glances at him from time to time along the way, her eyes were full of both concern and curiosity.

Patrick had never done such a crass thing in public, but just a moment before, in front of his group of friends whom he had not seen for a long time, he lost his temper. Nobody knew who his anger was directed to either.