Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 964

"Sweetheart!" Smiling, Florence pinched Andrew's cheek before she said, "Surprise! I'm back again!"

The atmosphere fell back to dead silence.

In fact, no one had responded to her enthusiasm.

Andrew was rubbing his cheek which she had just pinched...

Patrick was staring at Ashley's homework...

As for Amelia, she was keeping her head buried as she tried to figure a way out from the chessboard...

Florence was bashed with embarrassment. However, she shrugged it off by clearing her throat. She then exclaimed, "Nora had sent me here to tell you guys that my big brother is back and that dinner is ready on the table."

Andrew unconsciously moved his hand away from his face and ended up having it on his belly. He replied, "Aunt Florence, please excuse me for a moment. I'll return inside and let them know."

"Go ahead." Florence always found Andrew adorable, especially when he spoke like an adult despite looking no different from any other kids.

There was no need for Andrew to remind Patrick since he already overheard the conversation between him and Florence. Hethen said, "Ashley, we will take a break here."

She immediately threw away the pencil that she had just sharpened. In fact, she had been waiting for the arrival of this moment ever since she was forced to solve the mathematic questions.

The pencil rolled to the edge of the table and soon fell off from it. It was at the right time that Amelia managed to catch the pencil from falling down onto the floor.

At the sight of this, Ashley stuck her tongue out playfully at Amelia. Feeling grateful, Ashley knew that had her uncle seen that she threw away the pencil, he would have scolded her again.

The truth was that Patrick had been observing the secret interaction between Ashley and Amelia. It was for Amelia that Patrick had chosen to remain silence and bear with Ashley.

"Let's go. Time for dinner." Patrick said.

"Time for dinner! Time for dinner!"

Repeating after Patrick's words merrily, Ashley came down from her chair and threw herself on Patrick's thigh again. Apparently, she had forgotten the painful incident earlier.

On the first floor.

"What's so special today? Why are you all here?"

Owen could feel his jaw dropping as soon as he saw the crowd descending the staircase.

Upon reaching home, he had been rushed by Nora to the bathroom. Alongside, she complained of his oily skin and insisted him to wash his face before having dinner with the special guest that they were having in house.

Only on very rare occasions that Nora would complain about his look. Although he smiled without a word in front of his wife, the truth was that he felt triggered.

Upon washing his face, Owen could not help wondering the identity of the guest. After all, it was not usual for Nora to take the dinner so importantly. He wondered if it was a man that was going to be

their guest tonight. If that was the case, he could not guarantee that he would be approachable and friendly towards a male guest that his wife valued so much.

In order to outstand the mysterious special guest from the aspect of outlook, not only had Owen washed his face, he even clean-shaved his face. Also, he styled his hair with hair wax which he rarely did so!

Perhaps the last thing he had not done was to put on the suits that he had been wearing during his wedding.

It was only then he realized the special guests that he was having tonight were no one but his own family members.

It turned out that it was a complete waste for him to go extra miles in creating such a refreshing look for himself.

Anyhow, upon realizing that Nora did not mean to subject him to comparison with the look of other men, Owen soon found himself relieved at such realization.

Meanwhile.

As soon as Patrick and the remaining fellows came downstairs, they immediately bumped into Owen who looked different apart from his usual look.

Rubbing her eyes, Florence murmured, "Am I the only one who feel like Owen looks different today?"

"I don't see any difference though. He is still Owen." Patrick remarked indifferently.

"That's not what I mean!" Florence shot Patrick with a glare.

It was then Florence found Patrick's expression perplexing.

She wondered what was going on.

She could tell that Patrick was staring at Owen as if he was holding grudge against him.

Apparently he had not been like this during the birthday celebration last night.

What Florence was not aware of was that whenever Patrick saw Owen, he could not help feeling threatened.

Precisely speaking, such sense of crisis was caused by Amelia.

Especially when Amelia could not withdraw her gaze from Owen's face, this had intensified Patrick's sense of crisis.

Patrick was holding back himself from covering Amelia's eyes. He thought that it was necessary to warn her from continuing to stare at his brother.

In his eyes, Owen had done no more than shaving his stubbles and styling his hair. He struggled to understand why would these women find him attractive.

Patrick began to secretly hold grudge against his brother.

Apparently, Patrick was blinded by his jealousy.

The truth was that the way Amelia stared at Owen was no different than the way Florence was looking at her own brother.

She, too, could tell that Owen looked different.

As for the exact differences...

She first thought of his hairstyle. He had a shiny and slicked-back hair this time.

He had also cleanly shaved his stubbles.

Amelia realized that most of the time Owen had not been paying close attention in maintaining his stubbles. Even so, she did not think that the stubbles had made him look shabby. Instead, she always felt that he looked manly this way.

"Have you stared enough?" Patrick's hissing that lingered in the air was like a chill running down her spine.

Withdrawing her gaze all in a sudden, Amelia made a casual remark, "Owen looks more like a gentleman now."

Her comment immediately attracted approval from Florence. She agreed, "Exactly! I feel the same way too! Gosh, we share the same opinion, Amelia."

Ashley boasted smugly, "That's a fact for sure! My daddy has always been good-looking. It's just that it's not obvious all the time during normal days!" Upon hearing the compliments of Owen coming from the three women around him, Patrick could not help frowning from time to time.

At the sight of this, Andrew reached out to tug the corner of Patrick's shirt.

Patrick lowered his gaze irritably. Upon seeing that it was Andrew who was calling him, his gaze went soft as he asked, "What's wrong?"

Andrew asked bluntly, "Patrick, are you getting jealous of the fact that daddy is more handsome than you?"

Patrick could feel his eyelid twitching. He asked, "Why would you say so?"

Andrew answered honestly, "You were at ease upon descending the staircase. Your expression changed as soon as you saw daddy..."

Touching Andrew's head, Patrick said insidiously, "You've been thinking too much! I don't need to be jealous of your father. You know what, even after he shaves and styles his hair, I'm still more handsome than him!"

The truth was that he was overwhelmed with jealousy!

"Why are you guys looking at me without a word?"

In fact, Owen's mental toughness was worth being complimented. Despite receiving stares from everyone, including the cold stare from his beloved brother, he was as calm as a toad under the sun.

After getting dinner served, Nora came out from the kitchen wiping her hand. Upon seeing that her husband looked extraordinarily good-looking this time, she could not help coming forward to give him a brief hug.

"This look suits you!" Nora spoke the mind of everyone.

Owen ran his finger over his chin which was cleanly shaved. Initially, he maintained stubbles so that he could more or less frighten the culprits with his look.

He was still feeling heavy-hearted upon shaving his stubbles. However, as soon as he heard the compliment from his wife, he was glad that he did so. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

"I'll keep it like this from now onwards then." Owen told Nora.

"Sure..." Flushing, Nora nodded.

Florence who was still single pretended to cover her heart and said in regret, "I'm blinded by such public display of affection! Oh no, can anyone come and hold me?