Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 78

Left behind, Cynthia bit her lower lip so hard that it was almost bleeding.

Recalling her declaration of the war, Cynthia thought herself asking for an insult and Ms. Amelia must have be laughed at her!

On the other side-

Entering into the living room, Amelia questioned Patrick, "Anything special between you and her?"

Patrick deliberately kept her guessing and said, "Mrs. Hopper, kiss me and I'll tell you."

Subconsciously wanting to refuse, but thought about Cynthia standing outside and watching them timidly, Amelia stood on her tiptoes and kissed Patrick's handsome cheek, and deliberately chose the angle from which Cynthia could clearly see.

Sure enough, Cynthia felt more miserable, but there was nothing she could do.

Amelia felt proud and asked him to tell the truth.

Rubbing his cheeks, Patrick regretted not telling Amelia to kiss his lips. If it weren't for Amelia standing there, he would have laid her down and had a sex.

"She was the daughter of our former steward. When she was a child, she often helped The Hopper Family with her dad. The reason why my mom hired her was that she knew them very well." "I see..." Amelia got it with some discomfort.

"Except for the study, just clean up the whole house," Patrick told Cynthia while brewing tea.

Sitting beside Patrick and accepting the tea, Amelia's heart trembled as she heard "study room".

Cynthia nodded obediently but stared her handsome Brother Patrick making tea, and couldn't move at all.

Amelia reminded Cynthia with a light cough, "My dear, do you have a rag, a cleaning barrel, and other tools with you?"

Cynthia came to her senses and said with empty hands, "I thought you have."

Amelia thought this housekeeper was here to help or stare at her husband.

She got up and said with a fake smile, "There is something you need in the storeroom. Please come with me."

After a pause, she turned to Patrick and said intimately, "Mr. Hopper, the tea is nice."

Patrick raised his handsome eyebrows and said, "As long as Mrs. Hopper likes it, I can brew for you every day."

Mr. Hopper... Mrs. Hopper...

Cynthia's heart missed a beat again.

After a few cups of hot tea, Patrick went to the study room for some work, while Amelia was reading in the living room, supervising Cynthia.

After a long time, Cynthia stood straight and gasped, "Ms. Amelia, I'm done with the floor."

"Okay, then please clean up the backyard. Thank you." Amelia ordered..

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There was a swimming pool in the backyard, and the area that needed cleaning was actually not large. Cynthia thought while sweeping the floor, the master bedroom and the secondary bedroom were used, and there were some cosmetics on the secondary bedroom's dressing table. Did this mean that they slept in separate rooms?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. There was no wedding photo in this house, and didn't seem to be decorated deliberately by the hostess.

The villa was simple and empty, looking completely unlike a nest of love.

"I still have the chance!" This thought involuntarily came to Cynthia.

She was so distracted that she tripped over the smooth ground and fell backwards into the swimming pool.

"Help... Help!" She screamed.