Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Glancing up, Amelia spoke to the waitress, "I would like to have another plate of cod fish and cuttlefish please."

Sulking, Patrick hurriedly added, "Another plate of beef cutlet and chicken breast for me too."

"Hold on a second, I'll take down the order now." The waitress hurriedly took out the electronic pad from the drawer.

It was this glance of the existing order list that had sent the waitress into surprise. The man and woman sitting in front of her had already ordered about twenty dishes. It was just that most of the dishes were not served on the table yet.

"How are they going to finish all the food?"

She strongly doubted.

Seeing that the waitress was stunned studying the electronic pad, Amelia immediately recalled that a significant number of dishes had been placed by Patrick when they were first seated.

However, most dishes that he ordered were meat. Having in mind that she had already told the waitress that any meat order belonged to Patrick, she had no other choice but to order something

else.

Thinking of the fact that Patrick had added two more plates of meat into his order list, Amelia could not help feeling nauseous. She prayed hard that he would not throw up later.

On the other hand, Patrick had not realized that he had put himself in trouble. Frowning, he said to the waitress who had yet to proceed with the additional order, "What face are you showing now? You don't think that I can afford this meal, do you?"

"No! It's not like this!" The waitress shook her head earnestly. With no more hesitation, she hurriedly keyed in the order that Patrick and Amelia had placed in order to notify the kitchen.

Honestly speaking, although Patrick was never someone who was friendly towards the service crew, he seldom gave an attitude towards them either, unless someone else had purposefully provoked him. As for that day, Patrick was having a terrible temper as he was starving, let alone the fact that Amelia had more than once triggered him!

He never regarded himself as someone patient. He would need to vent his anger all the time.

However, it was not that everyone could handle his tantrum.

Right now even if he had already directed most of his anger at Amelia, he had inevitably involved others during his venting.

Unfortunately, the waitress who volunteered to help turned out to be the victim of his anger.

The chef back in the kitchen thought of serving the dishes in an orderly manner. As soon as he realized that Patrick and Amelia had added four dishes into their existing order list, assuming that both of them were starving, he immediately ordered his kitchen helpers to get all their orders served as soon as possible.

The consequence of this was that Patrick soon found himself stuffed.

With Amelia beaming, he had no other choice but to order the waitress, "I had enough! Help me to pack all the meat remaining."

"Ha!"

Amelia struggled to contain her laughter.

Even the waitress, too, found it amusing.

"What the hell so funny now? I'll see how you are going to finish your dishes!"

Having this thought in mind, Patrick wiped his mouth with wet tissue gradually before he adjusted his posture to ease his stuffed feeling. He then glanced at Amelia leisurely.

Judging from his malicious gaze, Amelia soon realized the evil plan that he was having in mind.

Patrick had only asked the waitress to pack the meat remaining. In other words, she had to settle the remaining dishes on the table on her own.

Fortunately, Amelia had only ordered the portion right for herself. Hence, it was totally not an issue for her to finish the dishes.

Therefore, it was a regret for Patrick that he would not get to see her getting stuffed like him.

Upon settling the bill, Amelia's words had triggered Patrick even more. Not only had he facing difficulty in digesting a ton of meat in his stomach, but he could also feel his stomach bloating even more because of anger.

"Patrick, let's go Dutch. I don't want to take advantage of you."

Patrick could tell that her implied meaning was she did not want to owe him any favor!

With that said, Amelia had placed two thousand dollar on the table before Patrick got the chance to say anything.

Two thousand dollar was more than enough to cover the portion she had ordered for herself. She left Patrick to top up for the outstanding bill.

The waitress would have returned the change to Patrick if she had paid extra than what she was obliged to pay. He could use it as her rent payment for him.

Having this in mind, Amelia turned around and left as soon as she put the money on the table.

"Hey!" The waitress managed to stop Patrick from going after Amelia. She said, "Excuse me, sir. The total bill would be three thousand and four hundred dollars!"

This meant that there was still an outstanding amount of one thousand and four hundred dollar to discharge the bill. The waitress was not going to let him get away from payment. "D*mn it!" Patrick could not help cursing.

"Amelia, stop right there!"

Hearing the roaring from behind, Amelia was surprised that this man had managed to catch her up so soon.

In a split of second, Patrick had already bypassed her and came to block her from her way!

Amelia was force to put on halt her movement. He waved the money right in front of her face and said grumpily as if he had been humiliated, "What the hell do you mean?"

Taking a glance at the money that he was squeezing in his hand, she replied faintly, "Had I not been clear enough just now? I don't want to take advantage of you, that was why I went Dutch for lunch." "Had you ever asked me if I want to go Dutch with you?" Patrick was already on the verge of anger outburst as he clenched the money in his fist forcefully.

Amelia began getting anxious as the money in his hand was still waving in the air. She exclaimed, "Can't you stop being ostentatious? It was two thousand dollars after all. What if someone comes and snatches it from you?"

Patrick said gruffly, "Let it be then! I don't care about this little sum of money!"

Biting her lower lips, Amelia said, "Fine! Since you don't care about it, you can do whatever you like with it as long as you don't wave it in front of me!"

With that said, she shoved his hand away ruthlessly in an attempt to bypass him.

With one hand holding the money still, Patrick grabbed her arm and dragged her back to his side.

"Where do you want to go, huh?"

Realizing that they had already attracted the attention of passers-by, she could not help feeling embarrassed, "Don't be over you!"

Patrick pinched her slender arm and asked coldly, "Am I being over? So by you humiliating me with money you don't regard yourself as being over?"

Amelia was all this while struggling with his restraint. Upon hearing him, she baffled, "Humiliating you? Since when did I humiliate you?"

"Do you know that what does this money mean to me? How useless am I to go Dutch with my wife over one meal?"

So it turned out that it was Patrick's machismo mindset that led to him feeling humiliated!

Amelia glanced at him disapprovingly, "I guess you were using the wrong word. Our marriage has no meaning in it."

Startling, Patrick could not help feeling headache as he asked, "Do you have to be like this? Do you need to keep a distance from me and draw a boundary for everything?" Glancing away, Amelia refused to meet his eyes as she muttered, "Yeah, I have to be like this! This is the only way that can make me feel comfortable."

Patrick frowned, "What do you mean?"