Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 721

While lost in thought, the cigarette had burnt up to its end, scorching Patrick's middle finger...

He snapped back from his reverie and crushed the cigarette butt at the ledge of the window.

Meanwhile, in another room, Amelia received a phone call.

She pressed the answer button and greeted, sounding as calm as possible, "Hello, Uncle Tucker. What can I do for you?"

Jonathan replied from the other side, "President Ramsay, I think I have to tell you about this..."

Jonathan briefly explained to Amelia that Patrick had dropped by his home and looked for him that evening.

Amelia's breath choked in her throat. "Why did he find you for?"

Jonathan said, "Mr. Hopper wanted to know the reason for President Ramsay's unusual behaviour today."

"Did you tell him?" Amelia scowled.

"Yes, I did," answered Jonathan frankly.

After a moment of bewilderment, Amelia put a hand to her forehead and cackled. She had already brought up the topic of divorce with Patrick, so what else was there that could not be discussed?

She regained her composure and said, "What's done is done. Anyway, he will hear about the rumor about him and that red high-heeled woman sooner or later."

"But President Ramsay, I didn't tell him the whole story. I didn't divulge anything about the company's secrets!" Jonathan guaranteed.

Amelia understood immediately. Did Jonathan mean he did not tell Patrick that she had gotten help from Kaiden?

"Uncle Tucker, you've handled this very well. If Patrick finds you again, you'll have to hold back as much as possible too."

"Yes, I know, President Ramsay."

After speaking on the phone for a while more, Amelia and Jonathan bid goodbye to each other, and the call ended.

As she lowered down her phone, a series of knocks on the door suddenly sounded from the door, following it was a bright voice of a woman, "Ms. Amelia, it's dinnertime!"

Amelia quickly stepped forward after being startled for a second and pulled the door open.

"Hey..." The woman outside the door tilted her head to a side at Amelia and said with a smile, "Hello, Ms.

Amelia, I'm back from my 'vacation'!"

Looking at Dr. Scarlett in front of her, a smile unconsciously appeared on Amelia's lips.

On the first floor, at the dining table.

Dr. Scarlett opened the food containers and the steam from the dishes rose into the air at once. "Ah, I was afraid I wouldn't have enough time to cook, so I brought over some dishes that I cooked at home. They're all your favorites, quickly dig in."

Sweeping a glance at the delicious spread in front of her, Amelia picked up the chopsticks handed over by Dr. Scarlett and only nibbled here and there.

A hand then reached out to her forehead out of the blue, and she heard Dr. Scarlett muttering, "You don't have a fever. Then why are you so listless?"

Amelia swallowed the rice in her mouth and assured her, acting as if nothing had happened, "I'm in great health, so don't worry about me."

After retracting her hand, Dr. Scarlett anxiously and worrisomely stared at Amelia for a long time. She opened her eyes wide when she made a discovery and whispered, "You cried?" "No!" Amelia denied without thinking twice.

"You're lying. Your eyes are swelled up like walnuts..."

Amelia stopped picking at the dishes for a moment and showed her an impassive face. "Are you going to let me eat, or are you going to keep asking me questions?"

"Well, eat!" Dr. Scarlett quickly responded.

"Then sit down and keep quiet." Amelia nudged her chin at an empty chair near Dr. Scarlett.

"Okay." After Dr. Scarlett pulled out the chair and took a seat, she looked at her with her hands holding her face, slightly plaintively. "I wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with you since we haven't seen each other for so many days. But who knew you'd be so ruthless!"