Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 953

Despite knowing that Amelia could be serious when it cto this, Patrick was surprised by the extent that she

went.

By dividing the dishes to different ends of the table and drawing an invisible line in between the pit, she had

impliedly told the outsiders that both of them were strangers who were forced to share a table. Had he gone and

touched the plates on her side, most probably she would make use of the fact that he would only take meat to

tease him.

Having this in mind, Patrick thought vindictively, "I will never ever let this woman have the chance of firing me

back! There's no chance for her to dream about it!"

He threw a piece of chicken breast into the barbeque pit expressionlessly. However, his excessive force had

resulted in the chicken breast falling onto the cuttlefish that Amelia was grilling.

Even if Amelia had remained silent upon seeing this, judging from her brows which were raised up high, Patrick

could tell that his chicken had exceeded the boundary that Amelia had drawn for the pit. Speaking of the line she

drew, Patrick did not feel like he was obliged to follow. He may use the entire barbeque pit as he wished.

"I dare you to bite me!" Even if Patrick had not said it out loud, his gaze had no doubt challenged her into taking

further action against him. Amelia was not going to let him get away from this easily. With the help of chopsticks,

she flicked the chicken breast to another side of the pit.

"Are you serious in making a fuss at me, woman?! What the hell is wrong with you?" thought Patrick.

Amelia was unbothered of his anger. She continued to flip her grilled cuttlefish from tto tleisurely.

As for Patrick, his chicken was lying alone at the other end of the barbeque pit. Not only did it look peculiar next

to the cuttlefish scattering around, the one side lying on the pit got burnt within a short period of time.

Upon realizing where did the burned smell cfrom, Patrick had no other choice but to throw it into the rubbish

bin again.

Consequently, Patrick had eaten nothing so far ever since he cin. As for Amelia, she had already begun to

pick up the grilled cuttlefish from the barbeque pit and place them into her bowl. Seeing that each piece of

cuttlefish had been

gradually shifted from the pit to her bowl, Patrick was tempted to have a taste of it.

He wondered why her food looked extraordinarily scrumptious.

Patrick could not help staring at the content of her bowl. His stare was desperate yet vicious. Amelia had

immediately thought of the two German Shephards of The Ramsay Family.

They always stared at the security guard this way whenever it cto tthat they were supposed to be fed.

It was hard for the security guard to tell from their stare that whether they were begging or threatening for food.

Similarly, Amelia thought of Patrick the sway too.

However, Patrick would never beg for anything. Hence, she could only assthat he was threatening her into

sharing her food with him.

At this thought, Amelia could no longer feel pity for him. She continued to pick up the grilled cuttlefish from the

barbeque pit.

Besides, there were tons of meat on the side of table that Patrick was occupying. He did not have any reason to

ask for her food.

Feeling that her action was wholly justifiable, she placed the last piece of cuttlefish into her bowl before she put

it down. Followingly, she turned to look at the row of containers filled with a variety of sauces. It was a tough

decision to make as to which sauce to be picked. Eventually, she had picked the signature homemade sauce of

this restaurant.

Scooping sto garnish the cuttlefish, she started indulging herself with it.

Patrick wondered if Amelia had taken him invisible.

Patrick who was paying close attention to Amelia all this while could not help having this thought to himself.

And that this thought had driven him aggressive.

He took the plate full of chicken breast and began putting them all into the barbeque pit.

The barbeque pit in a barbeque restaurant was normally small. After all, people chere for the barbeque

experience and atmosphere. Hence, there were not many areas left after Patrick had placed a full plate of

chicken on it.

At the sight of his savage action, Amelia could not help frowning. Thinking that his chicken would be done

barbequing by the tshe finished everything in her plate, she had soon recovered from this irritated feeling.

Therefore, she continued to enjoy every single bite of her food as if she had not seen what Patrick had done.

After all, the cuttlefish deserved the nas the signature dish of this restaurant. Unlike those which Amelia had

had before in other restaurants, the cuttlefish here was extremely juicy and fresh. Amelia was so engaged in

eating that she had no tto bother Patrick.

As a result of placing too many chicken at once, it seemed as if the chicken had overflowed from the barbeque

pit.

Meanwhile, the chicken could not be cooked adequately. Swere already cooked one-sidedly while sof

them were not even put onto the pit properly.

Patrick could not help cursing in his heart. This was no doubt it was the most disastrous meal he ever had in his

life.

It was right at this moment that someone spoke, "Sir, may | help you?"

It turned out that the waitress standing by could no longer remain silence with the mess he made. That was why

she stood forward to offer help for him.

Patrick thought that it would be wise for him to hand over the unused tongs to the waitress before he lost his

temper completely.

Taking the tongs from him, the waitress first took out the uncooked chicken from the border of the barbeque pit

and put them back onto the plate. Then, she began to adjust the position of the remaining chicker on the pit.

It did not take long for her to clean the mess that Patrick had created. The chicken on the barbeque pit looked

more tempting.

Even Amelia who had already filled her stomach could not help glancing at the chicken.

It was this glance that allowed Patrick to take the opportunity and sneer at her.

Amelia immediately fell back to her expressionless face. After all, he was just someone who could not even get

the chicken barbequed properly. There was no reason for him to be snobby.

It was the waitress's assistance that the chicken could finally lay on the barbeque pit in order.

A few moments later.

The waitress picked up the cooked chicken and distributed them to Patrick and Amelia respectively. Patrick had

accepted her help, open-hearted.

When it cto Amelia's turn, the waitress heard her speaking politely, "I don't eat this. Thank you."

Initially, Patrick was going to impliedly consent to her sharing the portion of chicken even without her asking.

However, he had not expected that she was going to be this stubborn by refusing to eat. He was soon

overwhelmed with frustration.

He immediately told the waitress who was still having chicken picked up in her tongs, "Yeah! She is on a diet

now, that's why she is not going to eat anything. You can give them all to me!"

"Yes, sir!" The waitress replied warily.

She could not help thinking that this man was frightful due to his unpredictable mood despite the fact that she

had to admit he was good-looking.

In comparison, the female customer sitting across the table was much more approachable. At least she had

thanked her for her attempt to serve her.

Taking the opportunity that the waitress had emptied the barbeque pit, Amelia hurriedly laid the cod fish slices

down onto the pit accordingly.

It was expected that she had put them in the slocation where she barbequed the cuttlefish. She would not

behave savagely like what Patrick had done.

After putting all the chicken onto Patrick's bowl, the waitress turned around to serve Amelia, "Miss, please allow