Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 657

On that topic, Sissi's tone softened, and even her breathing became cautious. "Did I call at the wrong time?"

His gaze unconsciously drifted to the master bedroom door again. After he was sure that Amelia would not open the door suddenly, Patrick mumbled, "No."

"That's good." He could hear Sissi's relief through the phone. "I assume you're home by now. It's so quiet over there."

"Yea, I'm home." Patrick massaged the furrow that formed between his brows.

Sissi smiled, then said, "Then I won't bother you from getting intimate with your wife. Good night."

"Good night." Patrick responded briefly.

The time it took to exchange the few words on the phone was already pushing the limit of what he could tolerate.

After the call, Patrick walked to the door and opened it, his face as tranquil as usual. As soon as the door was pushed open, Patrick saw Amelia sitting on the ledge by the window and looking up into the night sky.

He did not know if he was imagining it, but her eyes looked especially lonesome, which gave his heart an inexplicable wrench!

Not only that, but her sitting posture was also alarming to him! It was even sending out signals that indicated it was of the gravest danger!

He strode over quickly and shouted out, "Amelia Ramsay! What are you doing over there? Get down!"

Amelia had just wanted to feel the night breeze on her face to dispel her inner frustrations. Her grasp on the windowsill shook from Patrick's sudden roar and her upper body trembled violently.

"Be careful!"

Amelia's sway on the windowsill almost threw Patrick out of his mind.

He rushed over and tried to hold her, but it was too late.

Amelia had already put her hands on the windowsill and hopped down from it gracefully, her nightgown fluttering in the air...

Patrick watched in a daze until the hem of her nightgown floated back down to Amelia's fair, smooth ankles. Patrick, who just snapped back from reverie, grappled her shoulders at once and scolded her, his breathing disordered, "Do you know how dangerous that was? What if you fell from the

window? Why can't your brain be at least half the size of your enormous stomach?"

"Hiss..." Amelia inhaled sharply, feeling as if her shoulders were getting crushed.

Patrick glared at her and growled furiously, "Answer me!"

Amelia breathed a sigh of relief and said in an unusually calm tone, "Calm down."

F*ck! Why was he being comforted by someone who almost fell off a building?

Noticing the lingering fear between his brows, Amelia said with a chuckle, "I won't fall."

It was difficult for Patrick to calm down from his fit of anger. "And what if you did?"

"This is the second floor." Amelia struck the core of the matter with a simple sentence.

Because they were on the second floor, even if she had the worst luck, she still would not die...

Patrick scowled. This reason alone was not good enough to convince him. He then added, "What if you lost an arm or a leg? Do your limbs not matter to you?"

Amelia was stunned by his lecture and then cackled up at the ridiculousness of it. "I was just sitting there for some fresh air and to clear my thoughts a little. It's not as serious as you said, isn't it?"

She still had no idea where she did wrong!

Patrick's chest heaved. "Just how much is on your mind that you had to sit there in the middle of the night and bask in the freezing wind? Tell me, and I'll take care of it for you!"

How kind of him! But even if she had told him, he could not solve whatever was on her mind!

Amelia answered coldly, "There's no need. A man can't interfere in the thoughts of a woman. The same goes to you too."

Patrick sneered, "There's nothing in this world that I can't have a hand in!"

Amelia only replied to him with a slight smirk on her lips. And then she turned around to look in the direction of the window without another word.

She did not seem to care about what she did at all, which infuriated Patrick. "Amelia! Look at me!"

"Spring is coming, isn't it?" In contrast to his concern, irritation, and fury, Amelia's tone remained as gentle as ever.

"Hmm?" The frenzy on Patrick's face froze.

"I'm asking you if spring is coming soon?" She was finally willing to look at him.

Patrick snorted in displease. He wanted to talk about the importance of safety with her, not to discuss the seasons.

A touch of deep sentiment crossed Amelia's face, "Spring is coming, so, what do you think? Should I wear a flared top with long pencil pants or a waistfitting, knitted dress? And should I wear a bracelet or earrings for accessories? Hmm, should I go for pumps or stiletto heels? Oh, and also..."

For the first time, Patrick had no idea what she was talking about.

Upon the realization that Amelia could go on about this topic for the entire night, he hurriedly interjected, "How can I possibly know about this!"

Amelia raised her brow and asked with a laugh, "Didn't you say you wanted to know what was on my mind?"

Patrick's handsome facial features scrunched up in a bunch. "This is what you're thinking about?"

Amelia tilted her head slightly and asked him back, "Yea, am I not allowed to?"

Patrick clamoured in disbelief, "You sat by the window, with an incredibly depressing look on your face, just to think of these?"

Patrick believed his intuition, and it was telling him that things were not as simple as she was making it to look!

Amelia pursed her lips and smiled. "Depressing?

Huh... It's not that serious. But to be honest, clothes are actually important for women. If I don't plan my outfit, I won't want to go out anymore. So, shouldn't I spend time thinking about it?"

Patrick could not help but blurted out, "You look good in anything you wear..."

Amelia's jaw dropped. "What did you say?"

Patrick said gruffly, "I said, you look good in anything you wear! So stop thinking about these unnecessary problems in a dangerous place like this. Do you hear me?"

Warmth filled Amelia's eyes. "Okay."

Patrick spoke again with a sense of entitlement, "You gave me a scare just now. So, have you decided on how you're going to make it up to me?"

Amelia's lips twitched in helplessness. What else could he want her to compensate him with? Of course she would have to make it up to him with her body.

"Very well!" said Patrick, when Amelia dipped her head slightly. Wither her looking submissive and defeated, excitement showed in Patrick's tone as he said, "Looks like you've thought it through. Come..."

Before he could say 'here', a phone rang from Amelia's pocket.

She looked at him and took a step back. "Sorry, my phone is ringing." NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Under his unhappy look, Amelia put one hand into her pocket as she made her way towards the door. It was then Patrick's turn to feel invisible.

Patrick's intense gaze followed Amelia all the way even after she turned and disappeared in the corridor.

Was she keeping secrets from him?

The thought had just popped into his mind when a faint thud of a door shutting came from outside. Patrick's heart skipped a beat.

Who one earth called her that she needed to hide in her room to pick up her phone?

In the secondary bedroom.

When Amelia returned to her own room, she still found that it was not safe enough. So, she locked the door.