Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 801

Patrick pursed his lips. He could not believe that he was so useless when it came to cooking!

He decided to give it a shot himself.

When he took the first bite of the food, Patrick immediately realized that he had been fooled by Amelia!

What was the point of feeling uneasy for long? And he even saddened by Amelia's comments.

Looking up, he saw her stifling her grin. He then asked in a low voice, "Are you happy pulling pranks on me?"

Seeing him speaking through his clenched teeth, Amelia immediately shook her head and said, "No... I was just kidding."

"Kidding, huh?" Patrick tightened his grip on his chopsticks and his eyes glowed with anger. He asked in a low yet serious tone, "Do you know how much effort I've put into this meal?"

In the end, everything was ignored casually by this woman!

Hearing this, Amelia wanted to laugh. She was the one who washed, cut and seasoned the meat and vegetables. Where did he get the nerve to say that

he had put in a lot of effort in this meal?

Thinking of this, she could not help but blurt out, "Oh, what a nobleman! Just adding a little seasoning and you want to take the credit?"

Patrick's face changed. With a thud, his chopsticks were on the floor. He then kicked the chair away and went upstairs!

"Hey, you haven't wiped your mouth yet..." Amelia stared at the back of Patrick in disbelief. Then she realized that this was the second man who had been pissed off by her that night...

She looked back at the dishes on the table absentmindedly. Obviously, most of them were done by her. But at this time, she could not help starting to ask herself, was she wrong?

A part of her feminine nature was blaming her. Why did she have to compete with Patrick?

All she had to do was just to admit that he was the one who did everything and complimented him on the wonderful meal he had cooked. It would have been fine if she had done that.

Amelia sighed and began to eat absent-mindedly. Just then, Patrick came back with a cold expression on his face!

Unable to hide her joy, Amelia said, "You're back!"

Patrick snorted coldly, pulled out the chair, and sat down. Under the careful gaze of Amelia, he began eating.

Seeing that he did not pay attention to her, Amelia's heart sank unconsciously.

Patrick might have thought that it would be good enough for such an outstanding man like him to be willing to help her season the dishes. How was it possible to let her be picky?

Thinking of this, Amelia finally said, "Well, I didn't mean to say those things that hurt your self-esteem just now. Actually, you have done a good job..."

Her explanation did not seem to leave an impact on Patrick's impassive face. She gritted her teeth and decided to say it in another way. "You know what! I am actually jealous! I envy that you could adjust the seasonings so properly that it made the dishes so delicious even it was your first time cooking. Yours are way better than the first dish that I cooked by comparison. So for an instant, I was blinded by my jealousy and blurted out such horrible words. Mr. Hopper, I hope you don't mind."

After prattling on and on for long, Patrick was finally willing to give her a glance and asked doubtfully, "Really?"

"Yes, it is..." Amelia nodded her head incessantly, worried that Patrick would not believe her.

Certainly, Patrick did not believe it!

However, the sweet words of Amelia had made his anger subside for no reason and even stimulated his appetite.

Seeing that his expression softened, Amelia quietly heaved a sigh of relief, and then asked puzzledly, "Mr. Hopper, didn't you leave just now? Why did you suddenly come back?"

"If I didn't come back, all my hard work would have been devoured by you."