Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 656

Hearing her 'compliment', Patrick's thin lips could not help but curled up at the corners. A sigh of relief heaved in his heart, and he said, "Of course. There are still so many things for you to learn from me."

Amelia nodded, her eyes as calm as the surface of a peaceful, undisturbed lake. "Well, I'll definitely take notes from your expansive experience."

She then wriggled her wrist around, wanting to pull her hand free of his grasp.

However, Patrick held onto her tightly. "Where were we?" asked Patrick, with a tease in his voice.

Amelia pursed her lips and kept silent. He had asked her whether she cared if one of the ladies at the nightclub had kept him company last night.

A few moments ago, she was eager to answer him that yes, she did care about it!

But at this moment, because of the intervention from the call, she lost the interest and enthusiasm to reply to him.

"I... I forgot..." said Amelia perfunctorily.

He then drawled sluggishly, "Oh, you forgot? It doesn't matter. I have the whole night to help you recall."

Before she could react, her body became weightless in a split second, and her feet were off the ground...

She then looked down only to find Patrick holding her up by her waist. His long, slender arm wrapped around her abdomen, trapping and locking her in his embrace above her hip bones.

Patrick took a step forward and made way for her open bedroom.

"Hold on!" Amelia tightened her grip on the crane of his neck, slight anxiety dazzling in her bright eyes.

Patrick frowned. He had always scowled on instinct whenever he heard Amelia say 'wait' or 'hold on' because it signified Amelia's refusal to him!

But fortunately, Amelia's next sentence was still acceptable for Patrick. "Can we go to your room?"

Patrick raised his head and looked at the secondary bedroom. It was just two steps away, but still, she insisted on going to his master bedroom. "It's too far, so no."

With that, he carried the beauty in his arms and entered the secondary bedroom.

Of course, Amelia would not let him have his way!

She hooked his neck with one hand and tugged hard at his necktie with the other...

For a moment, Patrick began to wonder if Amelia wanted to strangle him.

When he focused his eyes on her face again, she tactfully lowered her hand and whined affectionately, "To tell you the truth, I've started to miss the smell of your bed after sleeping in the secondary bedroom these days..."

Patrick's eyes seemed to have morphed into two heated and erupting volcanoes at her words...

Did he hear wrongly? She was actually flirting with him!

To make sure she stuck to her plan, Amelia had no choice but to continue whining, "Mr. Hopper, can we?"

"'Mr. Hopper, can we?'

Patrick raised his eyebrow and said in dual-meaning, "Of course, we can!"

As she wished, he then carried her to his room and put her down gently onto the bed.

He stood by the edge of the bed and looked down at her. "I'll feel better if you're more initiative tonight."

And as long as he was happy, she would naturally share the benefits from it too.

Amelia knew exactly what he meant, so she got up and sat on her knees on the comfy bed...

Her head was only at the level up to his chest, but it did not matter. She still had her hands, didn't she?

She raised one of her hands and put it on his collar line. Then, Amelia began to undo his black tie slowly and undulatingly.

Her movement was languid. After all, she was not in a hurry to remove the tie. It also felt good to take her time this way.

On the other hand, Patrick felt the opposite. He wished there was more time to make up for the number of days they had lost from sleeping separately!

How could Amelia have known what he was thinking?

The more impatient he was, the slower she should pace herself. If not, the person who would be tired out this night would be herself.

"Oh no!" Patrick face dulled at once, and Amelia looked up at him after her mistake, biting her lips apologetically. "I'm so sorry, I made a mistake..."

Swatting her clumsy hand away, Patrick pulled at his tie around his neck that was tighter than before, then asked gloomily, "Are you sure it was a mistake, not intentional?"

Amelia shook her head, feigning innocence. "I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't expect myself to be so clumsy, I just wanted to untie it for you as quickly as possible, but my hand just didn't listen to me..."

As Patrick stared at her with suspicion, his hands fumbled with the tangled tie at his neck.

He could usually undo his tie fairly easily, but it was particularly hard to remove it at this moment. He then cursed in a low voice, then went to the bathroom!

Amelia flashed a mischievous smile as she watched him go. But after a few seconds, she could not get herself to keep up her smile anymore.

"I'm done!" When Patrick showed up again, the tie was cut up into pieces in his hand.

Amelia swallowed in nervousness. "What, what did you do to it?"

"Oh, I cut it," he answered lightly.

Only then did Amelia realize that Patrick had gone to the bathroom to look for a pair of scissors!

She forced a dry laugh and said, "Mr. Hopper, you're indeed so high efficient..."

Glancing at her foul expression, Patrick thought to himself that she did tighten his tie on purpose. But why was she dreading to be close to him?

But the more she did not want it, the more he wanted to give it to her! He would even give her so much that she would not be able to stand it!

Sensing Patrick's imposing manner rising to another level higher, Amelia stuttered, "Um, you've just untied your tie. Shouldn't I... do the rest of the work?"

Glimpsing at the clock on the wall, Patrick turned back and smiled at Amelia. "Time is money. Mrs. Hopper doesn't have to bother with the rest, I can do it myself."

Amelia wanted to weep right then and there.

Right then, Patrick's phone rang again in the most untimely manner.

Amelia drew her brows together and asked, "Is that your unreasonable client again?"

"Impossible!" Patrick denied and quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket with his left hand. His face dimmed the moment he saw the caller ID!

Then, Patrick merely held his phone and turned around to leave in a hurry.

He also did not forget to shut the door in the process. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Right this moment, Amelia was completely forgotten by him, as if she was not there, to begin with.

Taking deep breaths, Amelia raised her hand and wiped her cheek, and under her touch was nothing but a pool of tears...

Outside the door in the corridor.

Patrick looked back and made sure that the door to the bedroom was close before clicking on the answer button. He answered pretty ferociously, almost growling, "Hello!"

"Patrick, I..."

"What's wrong?" He interrupted her with his hoarse voice.

"I'm worried about you." She was skilled in emphasising the right points. "I used the map to calculate the distance and found that it was only about forty minutes of driving between my place

and yours. But you haven't texted me back for an hour, so I got worried about you and had no choice but to break what we agreed on earlier..."

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