Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 81

Seeing Patrick might want to refuse, Amelia said hurriedly, "The milk can relieve your discomfort. When I was young, my dad always prepared a bottle of milk for me before eating spicy food."

The push- away hand was changed to holding. Patrick inserted the straw and took two sips, feeling much relieved.

Amelia asked softly, "How do you feel?"

Looking at her, Patrick felt it was the first time that Amelia being this tender to him, but it was based on sympathy.

He said coldly, "Not so good."

Amelia didn't care about his coldness and continued, "Where is your car? Let me drive."

"Wow, you know how to drive?" Patrick's surprised eyes were as if he was looking at a country bumpkin.

If it weren't for the fact that he was feeling unwell because of her, she would have already left.

On the road.

It was the first time for Amelia to drive such a luxurious car. Her hand holding the steering wheel could not help sweating. Ever since receiving the license, she had never driven. Therefore, she drove so slowly that she was overtaken.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Patrick pressed his stomach tightly with his hand. Seeing his cold sweat hadn't stopped since getting into the car, Amelia asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Patrick said in a tone of shame, "Stomachache!"

Amelia braked urgently and made a U turn, rushing to the nearby hospital.

She was so anxious that she hit the rear-end of the Rolls-Royce before her!

When the driver got off and saw the luxurious car's butt was scratched, he was so angry that jumping in front of the Lamborghini.

Amelia hurriedly got out of the car, while the driver was making phone calls.

Amelia was in a hurry to hospital, so she decided to do resolve the accident themselves, saying, "Sir, I'm so sorry. But I'm in a rush to hospital, may I leave you my number? I will pay you the repair fee."

Seeing this soft- tempered girl, the driver subconsciously bullied her, "This car was just bought from the UK, and it's not insured yet. My boss is coming and please talk about the compensation with him!"

Amelia thought this was not easy to deal with.

At this moment, Patrick came to the lady driver with a gloomy face and asked, "Who is your boss?"

Amelia was shocked and asked him to stay in the car.

Patrick said lightly, "I'm afraid that you can't handle it."

True. But she couldn't bear that Patrick would be exposed in the sun, so she asked him to talk in the shadow.

The driver said with an arrogant attitude, "Then who are you?"

Patrick's face darkened and said, "I'm your ancestor."

Amelia was afraid that they would fight. Fortunately, the real owner of the car arrived. It turned out that he was a confidential staff working in the administrative building nearby and the drive was to pick him.

The car owner narrowed his eyes and said in a condescending tone, "I don't wanna waste my time with you. Tell me, you want it to be resolved with or without police?"

"What if we resolve ourselves?" Amelia asked.

"$10,000," said the owner.

Sh*t! It was obvious that he was going to make a big fuss.

"Then what about we resolving with the police?" Amelia asked again.

"Police? Then let me detain your car first. My son is working at the police station."

Hearing this, Amelia was even unhappier. She was afraid that the car would be smashed if it stayed in the hands of such a person.