Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 640

Seeing Amelia standing at the door weakly, Finley quietly creeped up behind her and whispered in her ear, "Aunt, just relax and go in."

Amelia almost jumped in shock by Finley's teasing as she was naturally sensitive.

Since the direction Amelia dodged to was exactly towards the entrance of the sauna, Finley realized that this was the right time for Patrick, so she winked at him.

How could Patrick not understand the connotation of her action?

Patrick stretched out his hand, took the two towels and two sets of mulberry robes, and followed Amelia to the door of the room.

Finley grandly closed the door after Patrick entered the room.

Immediately after, Finley adjusted the temperature in the sauna to 80 degree Celsius. Then she dusted her hands off and left.

Amelia tried to calm herself as goosebumps started rising on her skin. When she turned her head, she saw a light grey robe approaching towards her, so she reflexively caught it and held it in her arms.

There were only two people in the room, so the person who threw the clothes to her must be Patrick. Amelia glanced at him and saw that he had already begun to remove his suit.

As Patrick unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom, his agile and perfect figure gradually got revealed in Amelia's eyes.

Amelia could not help but exhale a breath, wondering how the temperature in the room could rise so quickly.

"Why are you looking at me?" Patrick was a person who was capable of doing two things at the same time. While taking off his shirt, he did not forget to flirt with Amelia. "Want me to help you take off your clothes?"

Amelia quickly turned her face away as the temperature of her face continued to rise. "Just take yours off, don't worry about me!"

Patrick raised his eyebrows and primly took off the rest of the clothes. Without putting on anything else, he draped the loose towel around his shoulders and sat on the wooden bench opposite of Amelia.

Within a minute or so, his forehead was soaked with sweat, but it was not something that would rouse someone's disgust at all. On the contrary, it was so sexy and irresistible.

Sitting steadily on the long wooden bench, Patrick looked at the still neatly-dressed Amelia and pretended to ask with concern, "Aren't you going to take them off?"

To 'take them off' or not to 'take them off, that was a problem.

If she did not take off her clothes, her clothes would soon get wet with her sweat. What would she do when they had to leave later?

If she took it off, the wolf sitting across from her would start attacking her. What was the difference between taking her clothes off and throwing herself into the wolf's mouth?

She came here to get a sauna, not to do other things.

"Take them off. I promise I won't touch you." Patrick grinned like a wolf wagging its tail in anticipation.

Noting the evil glint in his eyes, Amelia shook her head and said, "I'll wait a little longer."

"Fine, up to you." Patrick shrugged, but in his mind, he was furiously forming a plan.

Amelia was dressed in thickwear. She was wearing a long coat and trousers and was cooped up in the sauna of around 70 to 80 degree Celsius. Even if she did not go crazy from the heat, she would still be stifled. He did not believe that she would continue to keep on her set of clothes without taking them off

soon.

One was holding back, and the other was waiting to watch the play. Three minutes just passed, and the room looked like it was covered with a layer of gauze. It was so foggy that no one could see their surroundings clearly.

Seeing that it was the right time, Amelia hastily turned around, took off her shirt that was almost soaked with sweat, and changed into the simple and light sauna robe.

The fabric of the suit was very soft and thin when worn, as if it was weightless. Amelia who was covered in sweat could not help but let out a long sigh of relief.

The lady's sauna robe was a dress-like robe, soothing Amelia's worry of having a parity flash when changed out of her pants. The robe's hemline reached her ankle, so when she took off her trousers, it would not expose her private parts.

Patrick's eyes were sore in the heated mist. He could not see anything except Amelia's shadow at the beginning.

Although usually when they had the activity, he could watch be it from the side, or from lying down. But this was purely something to spice up their relationship that he wanted Amelia to take the initiative to take off her clothes for him...

Two minutes passed by fast, and the red-faced Amelia suggested that they should go out to take a breath of fresh air.

Patrick was sulking because he did not get to see what he wanted to see.

When he heard that Amelia wanted to go out, he raised his dashing eyebrows and said relaxedly, "Okay, you can go out."

Amelia pointed at the electronic lock installed on the wall and said, "I just saw you set a fingerprint identification outside before you came in. I need your help."

Huh? Apparently, she was not that stupid.

Patrick deliberately fixed his eyes on the index finger of his right hand for a few seconds, then raised his head and smiled sweetly at Amelia. "Sure you need my help."

"Then come over." It was too hot inside, and Amelia could not help but fiddle with her collar.

When he glanced at her faintly discernable collarbones, Patrick almost could not stand it anymore. "If you're hot, just take it off."

Amelia, of course, refused, "If you keep wasting time with me like this, believe it or not, I will faint right in front of you."

Patrick straightened up regretfully. He put on the sauna suit thrown at the side of the chair and said, "Fine then."

He could play with her, but he did not want her to faint due to lack of oxygen.

Followed by the beep sound, Amelia could not wait to open the door and ran outside to breathe in fresh air.

Seeing that Amelia's thin back was now heaving intensely, Patrick could not help feeling sympathy for her. However he teased her instead, "How come your body so weak? You've only been inside for awhile, yet you are now panting like hell."

"I had never said that... that my body is good..." With that said, Amelia threw herself on the sofa lazily as if she would not get up for any time soon. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Seeing this, Patrick pursed his lips and turned around to fill a glass of warm water from the water dispenser. He walked over to the side of Amelia and placed the glass near her delicate cheek. He then ordered, "Drink it."

The temperature of the water was just right for her that she did not feel any uncomfortable when the glass touched her face, and she seemed to hear Patrick muttering from the side.

But she was too sleepy especially after she had been sweating profusely. She felt as if her body was too exhausted as if she was running on empty.

And the sofa underneath her was as soft as cotton candy. It would be such a waste if it was not being used for sleeping at this moment.

The look of Amelia right this moment which she struggling to keep her eyes open suggested Patrick that she was under deprivation of oxygen.

At this moment, CPR was the only method to help someone who was suffocating as a result of lack of oxygen.

Without hesitation, Patrick put down the glass and pressed his lips on hers.

Kissing was definitely not enough to save her. For the sake of feeding her more oxygen, Patrick carefully pried open her mouth using his tongue.

Amelia was in the middle of drowsiness when Patrick's tongue attempted to invade her mouth. She made an impatient noise which also let his tongue to slip into her mouth at this moment.