Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 722

Scarlett merely responded with a tacit smile.

It was only at this moment that it dawned on Amelia about what was actually happening.

Scarlett and Huxton had linked to set her up!

Scarlett was deliberately poking at Amelia's pitiful self-esteem and asked all kinds of questions to the point where Amelia had to pretend all was well with Patrick to drive Scarlett away.

And as a result of that...

Huxton had recorded her lie on tape. What were the two of them going to do to her next?

Forcing a smile onto her face, Amelia then spread out her palm and placed it in front of Huxton. She tried to persuade him, "Huxton, since I've always treated you as my friend, can you give it to me for the sake of our friendship?"

But Huxton only tightened his grip around the recording pen in his hand and replied, "Madam, you can't take back what you said. And you said it yourself that you want to sleep with sir. You can't go back on your words."

Amelia then responded in a weak tone, "Stop messing around. I've said so many things throughout my entire life. How can you guarantee that every word that comes out of my mouth is true?"

Suspicion ladened Huxton's face at once. "I've always thought that madam was serious about sir. But from the way madam is speaking, I don't think it's that serious anymore."

To which Amelia refuted right away, "Nonsense! My feelings for Patrick are true! I'm serious about it!"

Another beep sounded.

Amelia was taken aback.

"Nonsense! My feelings for Patrick are true! I'm serious about it!"

Her statement was put on loop again.

Amelia held back the urge to burst into rage, stomped her feet and questioned Huxton, "What exactly do you want from me?"

"Madam, do want me to replay the first statement you said?" asked Huxton.

"No!" interrupted Amelia interrupted in fury, her beautiful eyes fuming with anger. "Don't think you can threaten me just because you've recorded what I said. I will never share the same bed as him!"

"Madam, Since you are so high-spirited about this, then it shouldn't be a problem if I pass this recording to sir now, right?" With that said, Huxton cast a

glance towards Scarlett.

Scarlett then nodded in agreement and said, "Yep, yep! No problem at all!"

"You! Both of you!" Amelia's blood was boiling.

Then, Huxton took one step forward.

"Wait a minute!" Amelia broke down her facade in a second.

"Madam, have you changed your mind?" asked Huxton.

Taking in a deep breath, Amelia then uttered with difficulty, "You can't give him the recording pen. If you do, the divorce will seem like a joke to him!"

"Oh my goodness! Divorce?" Scarlett gasped at the sound of that.

When Huxton called her on the phone, he thought Amelia and Patrick were only having their trivial, usual quarrels. Who would have thought that...

With the recording in his possession, Huxton then continued fearlessly, "Madam, please forgive me for not being able to accept your request immediately. Unless you rest with sir tonight, I'll hand this pen to him at this instant. On the contrary, if madam cooperates, I'll agree to delete this recording."

Amelia gritted her teeth and glared at him. "So even you're pushing me to the wall now?"

All Huxton could do was lowering his head in silence.

"Come to think of it, you've been Patrick's man through and through right from the start. My feelings don't matter to you in the slightest."

After a momentary pause, Amelia then added indignantly, "I'll do as you wish! I hope you can keep your word!"

Watching Amelia as she stormed away to the second floor, Scarlett asked the man next to her with doubt, "Is it okay for us to do this?"

"Yes." Huxton then repeated, "It's totally okay."

In the master bedroom on the second floor.

When Amelia knocked on the door, she sincerely wished that Patrick had gone to sleep! Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

But she was wrong. The truth was far from that.

Even if Patrick took a hundred sleeping pills tonight, he still would not be able to sleep well.

And when he heard the knock on the door, he naturally assumed that it was Huxton at the door.

But the result was beyond his expectation. It was as if happiness had come to him when he discovered that it was Amelia behind the door!

Without thinking twice about it, Patrick pulled at Amelia's wrist and dragged her into the room, trapping her between him and the door with a dense aura emanating off him.

She stared at him furiously, and there was no emotion in her voice when she said, "Let me go!"

"Didn't you come to my room just for me to do this to you?"

As if he was entranced, Patrick pinched his fingers around her dainty chin and lowered his head, about to kiss the lips that caused him his misery.

But just as his lips were about to fell onto hers, Amelia rejected him with a disgusted tone, "Don't make me hate you."

'Don't make me...'

'Hate you?'

Patrick stopped whatever he was doing immediately when he realized Amelia did not see it as he was showing his affection towards her. Instead, she viewed it as if he was violating her!

To think that he was violating a woman...

The mere thought of it made him feel extremely stifled!

Patrick followed her line of sight and asked with a clenched jaw, "Since you came to knock on my door in the middle of the night, why are you still pretend to be unwilling about it?"

Amelia glanced at him, then spat, "I came here to talk to you about the matter we left unfinished in the evening. So, please, stop pressing against me..."

Noticing Patrick's increasing intimacy, Amelia pushed her heel, waist, back, and head all tightly against the door. But even so, she was still finding it quite difficult to breath from the way he was pressing against her chest.

She could not help but want to raise her hands to push Patrick away. However, he was one step ahead of her and pinned her hands down by her side, even shamelessly interlacing his fingers between hers. He then pushed the backs of her hands to the back of the door while she squirmed underneath him, immobilizing her in a flash!

Looking down at her blazing eyes, Patrick then said thoughtfully, "What happened in the evening was simple. You went to your vice president's house to observe his family while I just so happened to be on the way after work and fetched you home. That's all."

After a few seconds of pause, Amelia rebuked, "It's not that simple!"

"It is that simple!" Patrick's voice was sounding constrained.

Patrick thought she better not press him harder about this. If she dared to mention divorce again, he would grind her up, make her into dumplings and eat it. Then, he would turn her blood into red wine and let her course through his blood!

Amelia was startled by the murderous look in his eyes. She even thought, "Does he want to kill me?"

D*mn it!

If she died, the first person she would haunt was going to be Huxton!

"You... Don't mess around. I warn you... We're in a world governed by law. Be careful, or else I'll call the police and tell them... You're domestically violent..."

Seeing that she was rendered speechless, not only did Patrick not comfort her, but he rubbed his nose against the arteries on her neck like a vampire. Sneering wickedly, he said, "Do you think I'll stop there at domestic violence? I still have many other means that you haven't seen yet, and each one of them is enough to make you wish you're dead. I'll torment your body first. Then I'll torture your soul..."

Goosebumps spread all over Amelia's body. She was eager to reassure herself when she stuttered, "You won't... You won't do this..."

Patrick took in her scent, then threatened with a hint of intoxication and heartache in his voice, "I will! Don't forget that other than being the boss of Roxxon Corporation, I also run a nightclub. I know how to play games."