Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 723

Amelia turned pale with fright, her palms breaking into a sweat in his hands.

Watching him as his devilish eyes scanned her up and down as if he was considering where to start with her, she yelled anxiously, "Don't get any of those disgusting ideas about me! If you want to kill me, just say a word! Don't insult my dignity!"

Patrick was delighted to see that he had successfully made Amelia flustered. It was better for her to get agitated with him than to have no interest in him.

"But I want to insult you. I wouldn't do it if it were someone else."

Amelia shot him a glare. "I'll sue you for marital r*pe! Bet you're scared now!"

But Patrick only slowly broke into a grin as he said, "Haha, but there's something I'm more curious about. When you give your statement to the police, can you accurately tell them about the tools I used on you?"

Amelia was so embarrassed that she struggled to reply. Just in case, she then stopped caring about the recording pen and turned around to open the

door.

But she seemed to have forgotten that her hand was still entangled with Patrick's.

Patrick was so tall and fit, it was impossible for her to budge him!

Just then, Amelia heard footsteps approaching from behind the door.

With a gleeful look on her face, she called out, "Huxton! I know you must have found your conscience! As long as you open the door and let me go, I'll forgive the dirty tricks you pulled on

me!"

Patrick raised his eyebrow upon hearing her and let Amelia continue to cry for help.

It was indeed Huxton who appeared at the door. But he was not there to help Amelia open the door. He was there to help Patrick lock the door!

He took off a ring of keys from his waist, picked out the key to the master bedroom, inserted it into the keyhole, then with a few clicks, it was settled!

At this point, it would be hard for Amelia to get away from Patrick, even if she had wings.

After clearing his throat, Huxton pretended to have both of their best intentions in mind and shouted, "Sir, madam, you can rest assured. I'm guarding the house, so it's totally safe. You two can come out

whenever you want after you're done!"

Upon hearing him, amongst the two people in the room, one laughed while the other cried.

The one who cried was, of course, Amelia. She could tell that Huxton had just locked the door. Didn't he do it on purpose to facilitate his master while his master did 'things' to her? So despicable and shameless of him!

But when it came to despicability and shamelessness, there was no doubt that the man before her took the crown for the title!

Amelia glared at him with resentment. "You jerk... Hey! Put me down!"

Just when she spoke, Patrick pulled her onto his shoulder and strode to the bed, all the way while holding each other's hands.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Amelia bit her discolored lip and continued to scold, "Patrick, you pervert! Sc*mbag! You... Ouch!"

Before she could finish telling him off, Patrick had thrown her onto the bed behind them, making her so dizzy!

And before she could come to her senses, Patrick began to unbutton his shirt and said calmly, "I suddenly remembered that we've been so busy recently that we've forgotten about the most important thing..."

Amelia then sat up from the bed, clenched her fist and shouted, "There's nothing between me and you that's worth remembering, you b*stard!"

Right after that, Patrick bent forward and lifted Amelia's chin with his perfect index finger, saying with certainty, "Yes, there is. We've forgotten that we're supposed to create a life."

Amelia's face froze, then she frantically swatted Patrick's hands away.

A hiss sounded. And as a result, she noticed that the hand he used to lift her chin was wrapped in a smear of white.

She quickly shifted her gaze away as if she did not notice anything.

But in the next second, he complained, "I've been injured for so long, and at such an obvious place too. It's okay if I don't get a word of care from you, but you're not even bothering to look at it now?"

Amelia's heart missed a beat at the thought that it would be a good idea to avoid the topic of 'creating life' by talking about his hand.

So, she asked, "What happened to your hand?"

"I hurt it."

"How did you get hurt?" "I was bitten by a snake." While speaking, Patrick sat down calmly beside Amelia and stretched his arm out, waiting for her to comfort him.

Though his precious hand was right in front of her, Amelia did not want to touch him at all. "Snake? Who are you trying to trick?"

"It's true. It was a venomous one."

As if she was reminded of something, Amelia let out a cold laugh and said, "In my opinion, the snake you mentioned was a fascinating beauty, am I right?"

"You knew about that?"

"I just took a guess. And it seems that I had guessed it right." Amelia's expression then turned cold. "Spill it then. What great sacrifice did you make for your beloved teacher again?"

Patrick's voice tensed up. "No, this injury wasn't because of Sissi!"

But Amelia remained the same cold sneer on her face as she replied, "If it's not because of her, are you trying to say that it's because of me?"

"What if I say it because of you?" Patrick looked straight into her eyes.

Self-mockery flashed in Amelia's heart instantaneously. "Do you think I'll believe it?"

"I'm just stating the truth. It's up to you whether you believe it or not," answered Patrick.

Of course, Amelia did not believe him!

When she left home this morning, Patrick's hands were fine. It was when she saw him again in the afternoon that she discovered his hand was injured. And they did not meet each other in between.

To say that he was hurt because of her was too ridiculous of a reason.

"Then I'd like to ask why didn't I see a snake when I walked home today. And about how you get bitten by a snake...because of me?"

"It's because you're the fascinating beauty snake you were talking about."

Upon hearing Patrick's answer, Amelia grinned and replied, "I don't have the habit of biting people."

No, she did not indeed.

But even so, every single wink and smile of hers seeped into Patrick's body like the venom of a snake, causing him pain. Not only that, he even could not help but hurt himself for her sake!

Taking a glance at the lingering sadness between her creased brows, Patrick confessed, "I didn't go to see Sissi this evening."

His words shook Amelia's heart, but her eyes revealed her disbelief in a second. "You're lying to me again?"

Patrick continued without missing a beat, "I didn't lie to you. I went to your vice president's house and came back after learning about the situation."

Amelia gave him a side-eye glance. "Didn't you say that Sissi's husband was threatening her to meet him? Don't you worry that something bad will happen to her if you don't go and protect her?"

"But at that moment, I was more concerned about what happened to you," responded Patrick.

Upon hearing him, Amelia turned her head away as a layer of tears fogged her eyes up against her will. "Stop trying to be sweet. Those scandalous pictures of you and Sissi are a hot topic now. Do you think I'll buy into your lies?"

It was then that Patrick's eyes darkened. "There's a reason for that. Someone took photos of Sissi and me on purpose. They wanted to use them to stir you up during the tender meeting!"