Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 7

Patrick scanning Amelia from her bosoms, her waist, then to her bottom, she was classy, elegant while not sleazy and altogether absolutely flawless. Yet Patrick only praised his own fashion sense and walked to the checkout.

Amelia gently requested the shop assistant to cut off all of the price tags on her new clothes and pack up the old ones.

Once they left the shop, Patrick drove her to a spa salon.

Once they walked in, having dazzling charm with a luxurious race car behind him, Patrick caught the eyes of almost all the other female customers in wonder.

Patrick got on his eyes fixed on one of the markup rooms, with a stunning stylist inside waiting for a while.

Seeing him come in, a familiar voice greeted Patrick, "Hi!" Alisa Evans then turned to Amelia with an interest, "Name's Alisa. Nice to meet you!"

"I'm Amelia Ramsay."

Patrick introduced Alisa to Amelia casually, "This is one of my sister- in- law's shops. Alisa is her business partner. Whenever there is an event any of us in the family needs to go, he is our go-to stylist."

After a pause, Patrick turned to Alisa, "She is all yours. I'm gonna go out for a smoke."

"You got it, hon!," said Alisa with a smile. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

To start with, Amelia had to take off her hairband and let her hair down. Alisa felt her hair and commented, "Miss Ramsay's hair is fabulous! Soft like a kitten!"

Amelia said modestly, "Why, thank you."

Alisa suggested, "I planned to design a wavy bob to match the shape of your face. But let's not ruin such beautiful hair."

Truth be told, Amelia did not really have a choice.

Alisa was delicate with his fingers and worked his magic on Amelia's hair. His gentle touches had made Amelia drowsy.

Completely relaxed, Amelia seemed to hear Alisa say, "There're only so few women who could make Mr. Hopper care so much. You're the second one, Miss Ramsay."

Amelia yawned and asked, "Who was the first one?"

"I am sorry. It's not for me tell." Alisa replied.

"Mr. Hopper, please take a look." Alisa called Patrick back into the spa salon.

When the door was opened, Amelia was accompanied by Alisa. Leaning against the wall, Patrick, who was smoking, squinted to try to observe her changes.

Being a rich playboy such as Patrick, he had feasted his eyes on so many beautiful women he could not keep count. But once he laid eyes on the fully transformed Amelia, he decided that all those girls he had seen were absolutely nothing.

"Somebody likes what he's looking at." Alisa found Patrick's reaction amusing.

Patrick shook his head slightly and denied, "No, I am just admiring your craft."

In the Hopper villa.

The sports car was parked in the outer yard. And Patrick and Amelia walked into the house side by side.

Waiting for the newly- wed, Howard and his wife, Patrick's older brother Owen and his wife, and Florence were all sitting in the living room.

Everyone's eyes lit up at the sight of Amelia.

Though her outfit was gender-neutral, she did not lose her touches of femininity with her new hairstyle complimenting her pretty face. Standing next to Patrick whose face was like one of god's greatest creations, Amelia did not look any less remarkable.

Jumping out of her chair when she saw Amelia, in a flash Florence appeared in front of Amelia and shouted, "Sister-in-law!"

Feeling her sister-in-law's gaze all over her body, she couldn't help but take a step back. "Um... Hello."

Florence pouted with curiosity, "Hey sis, you're are really pretty! What is your skincare routine to have such great skin? Where did you buy all your cosmetics? Japan or South Korea?"

As Florence was bombarding Amelia with questions, Amelia gently rub her face with the back of her right hand, confirming Florence's compliments.

"Florence, mind your manners." Owen, as the eldest son, cut in after noticing the uneasiness from

Amelia.

"Oh sorry..." Florence stopped talking compliantly.

Amelia gathered herself and started to address everyone in the room, "Dad, mom, elder brother, sister-in-law."

Feeling neglected, Florence pointed at her nose and asked, "What about me?"

Looking at her aunt who was only three or four years younger than her, Amelia tried, "Florence?"

"Ehh!" Florence was satisfied by Amelia's response.

Seeing his sister, his brother and his sister-in-law approving the introduction of Amelia, Patrick was quite delighted deep down.

He believed that Amelia's instant popularity in the family was because of all the preparations he made, which saved Amelia from humiliations.

Since Howard had met Amelia before, he whispered to his wife Eve Watson, "My love, what do you think of our new daughter-in-law?"

Eve replied calmly, "Time will tell."

Howard slightly looked down while shaking his head. He knew his wife well enough. To her, Patrick was still just a little boy and she was not ready to let go.

Perhaps every mother had a similar fear that their sons would abandon them for their wives.

Nora Clark, Patrick's sister-in-law, gently suggested to Eve, "Mom, everyone's here. Shall we have dinner?"

After the meal, Howard wanted to have a chat with the young ones in the family. However, Patrick took the lead to go upstairs, leaving everyone behind without a word.

Howard was angry yet helpless. After all, He threatened Patrick that he would take away 30% of Patrick's shares of Roxxon if he refused to marry Amelia.

Left in the dining room, Amelia was puzzled and did not understand the purpose of his behaviour. Maybe it was his way of protesting over this marriage against his will.

She faked a smile as if she had forced him into marrying her.

Perhaps, it was not a bad thing. The more Patrick rejected this marriage, the easier it would be when they got divorced.