Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 835

Faced with Amelia's cautiousness against him, a trace of imperceptible surprise flashed across Mr. Zouch's young and attractive face.

The next second, he drunkenly leaned against his assistant and gave Amelia a thumbs-up, saying, "President Ramsay... Since you said so, then I'll do what you say! To be honest... I appreciate your kind of frankness and sincerity the most! I'm sorry... I ate a little too much, so I'm hiccuping..."

F*ck!

Amelia and the others' faces fell dark as ink. Just how much wine and meat did Mr. Zouch have? The smell was so bad!

The assistant felt extremely humiliated. After apologizing to Amelia, he was keen to send his boss back home as quickly as possible.

Amelia said timely, "Let Uncle Tucker send you both on your way."

The merchant was hugging the assistant with his entire weight, and the assistant's thin and small frame was finding it hard to support him. So, the assistant nodded and said, "Okay! Thank you so much!"

"President Ramsay, you can come with us." Jonathan glanced at Amelia. He had noticed that it was inconvenient for her to come and go recently.

Amelia wanted to refuse, but Audrey said it was not safe for a woman to walk alone at night and strongly suggested Amelia to go with them.

Seeing Audrey getting so concerned for her, just like Doris, whom she met back then in Roxxon Corporation, Amelia felt a warmth spreading in her heart. Naturally, Amelia swallowed that refusal that was on the tip of her tongue and replied, "Okay."

The group of five left the room and the restaurant, headed straight to Jonathan's limousine van.

After the five of them got in the car, Jonathan first sent Mr. Zouch back to the hotel he stayed at.

On the way, despite the contemptuous looks from the assistant, Mr. Zouch insisted on striking up a chat with Amelia.

Of course, the chat consisted only of Mr. Zouch spewing his own thoughts while Amelia's attention drifted.

For every question Mr. Zouch asked, Amelia replied perfunctorily with a vague 'hmm'. Her curled and luscious eyelashes cast a shadow on her face under the light in the car, making her thoughts inscrutable and inexplorable.

Mr. Zouch narrowed his eyes in a drunken stupor at Amelia as if he was studying a specimen. She had a dead still temperament, and most importantly, she was a married woman. He had no idea why 'Quartley' wanted him to make contact with her.

Ha. For such a boring woman like her, 'Quartley' was probably only interested in her being 'Mrs. Hopper', was he not?

As for Amelia, she had no clue that she was being studied because right this moment, all of her thoughts had floated to think about Patrick...

Sometime after, Jonathan parked the car in front of the five-star hotel. He turned around and said to the befuddled Mr. Zouch, "Mr. Zouch, we've reached your hotel."

Letting out a long 'oh', Mr. Zouch stretched lazily. Coupled with his long limbs and large movement span, his left hand and foot touched Amelia despite the van being spader than regular cars.

Sensing this, Amelia raised one of her brows. Was Mr. Zouch not being a little too casual?

But his casual nature did not seem like he was deliberately attempting to take advantage of her, for Amelia did not discern any distracting look from his eyes.

This was also the reason why she was able to endure him this entire time.