Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 224

Patrick was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said, "Why are your noses so sharp? When I was working overtime, the client who I turned down this afternoon request to meet with me, so I took him to the restaurant for dinner."

Amelia felt the irony. He was so much better at lying than she was, and if Milton hadn't sent her that picture, she would have believed it!

Patrick was sitting on the couch, suddenly said to her, "Come here for a moment."

Amelia walked over indifferently, and with a quick glance she noticed that there were threads of blood faint under his suit jacket

She got worried, forgot to get angry, and sat down beside him to examine where the blood was coming from.

Patrick said easily, "Don't look for it, it's the knife wound in my arm that's cracked."

To be honest, he was so happy to see her worried expression that he couldn't even feel the pain.

Amelia glared at him, "Are you laughing? What are you laughing at? Don't you feel the pain?"

"Well, I'm not laughing." That said, his smile didn't stop.

Although Amelia was angry, she couldn't stand by and watch him get hurt, so she got up and said, "I'm going to call Paisley right now and get her over

here!"

Patrick reached out and took her wrist, looking into her eyes that couldn't hide her worry but feigned composure, "Don't bother her, you'll help me change my medication."

Amelia looked nervously at his blood- stained clothes, "You seem to be in a serious situation. I'm afraid I can't handle it."

"It's okay." Patrick tightened his grip on her sweaty hands tightly, smiled gently and said, "I wouldn't want to die before you."

Amelia talked back, "What are you talking about? Don't say nonsense!"

She then got up and went to the second floor to find scissors and a first aid kit, cutting open Patrick's coat as Paisley had done earlier to reveal the arm wrapped in a bandana inside.

Noticing her slightly wet eyes, Patrick's face smiled, "You look like you're on the verge of tears, is it possible that your conscience is starting to tell you that you're loving me so much?"

Amelia's medication stopped, "It's the injury that's so nauseating. It makes me sick to see it."

"Really?" Patrick continued to tease her, "Are you pregnant, or why else would you feel nauseous?"

Without even thinking about it, Amelia said, "There's no way I'm getting pregnant."

"Oh? Could it be that you're infertile?" Patrick raised his eyebrows. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Amelia really wanted to throw the potion in her hand right in his face, "Do you have to insult me like that to be happy? You always leave birth control pills in my room after you sleep with me. If that makes me still pregnant, that only proves one thing, I'm cheating on you behind your back!".

"Don't you dare!" As soon as Patrick heard her say the word "cheat", he became furious, "If you do anything wrong to me, I'll never let you go!"

"You..." Amelia blushed, not sure if it was anger or shame, but the thought that he had just been eating dinner with Cynthia hid her suddenly made her not want to quell the argument so quickly,

"You're now injured like that. It looks like a paper tiger to me, so I can do whatever I like!"

Patrick vigorously reached out his sound hand and clutched the thin wrist where she had drugged him, warning viciously, "Yes, I've hurt one of my hands, but as long as I'm breathing, you'll never ditch me for one of your overly intimate male friends!"

"What about you! Why you can..." Amelia's words suddenly got stuck in speech.

Patrick came furiously over and kissed her on the mouth, and the bottle of pills she was holding fell off the couch and splattered all over the floor as a result of his unexpected attack...

After the kiss, Patrick stared at her freshly kissed red lips, anxious to make sure of one thing, "Don't you dare to question my abilities anymore, eh?"

Amelia tried to argue, but his gesture of "attacking" her again kept her from saying anything, and she switched her gaze and pointed at the soiled couch, saying, "Look, you've spilled the potion!"

Just after kissing her, Patrick's mood improved with a smile, "You are a capable woman. I'll leave it to you to clean up later. I'd love to help, but my arm is hurting and I can't do it well."

Amelia was speechless. Patrick was crafty!

After having a hard time patching him up, Amelia complained, "You were fine this afternoon, but how come you came back from a drink with a client like you did a 'strenuous workout'? Are your clients looking for your business or are they trying to kill you?"

Patrick didn't know yet that Amelia already knew about his dinner with Cynthia, and rightfully says, "I may have accidentally pulled a wound while I was toasting a client."

This reason sounded so real.

He's got a wound in his arm that's bound to hurt if there's a little more movement in these couple of days.

The excuse was good, but unfortunately, she knew the truth!

Amelia scoffed as she waited all night for the truth from him.

"Well, it seems that the client must be very important to you, or you wouldn't have made the toast yourself."

Patrick nodded and said, "It's quite important."

Seeing him speak as if the person he was having dinner with tonight was really his business partner, Amelia laughed sadly, "Patrick, I thought you wouldn't hide anything else from me even though you usually talk a little b*tchy to me..."

Patrick froze at her words, he finally knew the reason for her tantrum tonight so he stopped hiding it, "How did you know?"

Even when she exposed his lie, there was still no guilt in his demeanor, and Amelia said quietly, "If you do something bad, people will inevitably hear about it. You said that."

Patrick frowned, got annoyed by her mocking stare, "I just took her out to dinner and then came right home. What do you want me to do?"

what did she want him to do?

His perfunctory tone saddened her, "I can't ask anything of you. The only thing I want is to get your honesty. Just as you have asked of me wherever I go and whomever I am with, I need to completely honest with you. But you? You lied to me for an outsider..."

"Cynthia is not an outsider." Patrick interrupted her without any hesitation.