Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 749

"Are you staring at me?" Patrick asked while feeling pleased.

Since she was caught, Amelia had no choice but to ask casually, "What's wrong with your hand?"

"Oh, I accidentally crushed a glass and I was cut by the broken pieces."

As he said this, Patrick sense sorrows on Amelia's face. He could not help but comfort her, "I'm fine, it's nothing"

He treated this as a minor injury but five scratch marks on his shoulders was a big issue. Amelia was dumbstruck for a moment.

Amelia calmed herself and said, "Although you're a man you should love yourself more too."

"Okay, got it!"

Just as Patrick felt relieved that Amelia had finally cared for him, she continued, "After all, your hands are often in contact with your clients. You shouldn't leave a bad impression..."

Patrick was stunned for a moment and his face, which had just turned sunny showed a trace of resentment.

Amelia seemed to have thought of something and opened the first aid kit. She took out a tube and handed it to Patrick. "This is aloe vera, it helps in healing. It was given to me by Florence. I've read about it and it is said to be good for the skin. Here, take it!"

At the end of her words, Amelia has shown traces of loss.

Patrick looked at her from afar and felt a warm current flowing through his heart. Her unexpected tenderness had become a part of him that he could not part with.

Just as he was about to receive the ointment, Amelia's expression changed.

"Hey, wait." Unknowingly, she bent down to check Patrick's palm and her eyes widened. "Your hand... it hasn't healed yet!"

In order to let Amelia take a closer look, Patrick held his palm opened and a drop of blood ooze out from his flesh.

Patrick did not say anything.

Neither did Amelia.

After Amelia came to her senses, she immediately pulled out a roll of bandage and wrap it around Patrick's palm which was bleeding profusely.

When she was halfway through the bandage, she remembered that she had not disinfected the wound and applied medicine to the wound yet. She then unwrapped the bandage in a hurry...

Although being caught back and forth like this, Patrick was still in a leisure mood and comforted her. "Don't worry, take it slow."

Amelia lifted her head and glared at him. She asked unhappily, "Your hand hasn't recovered yet, why didn't you wrap it up?"

Patrick looked at her anxious face from afar.

Thinking that she was worried about him, he said happily, "I can't bathe with a gauze, can I? It will be infected."

"Nonsense! Do you think that it wouldn't be infected if you took a bath without bandaging it? " Amelia shouted angrily as she poured alcohol on the cotton pad and cleaned Patrick's wound with

it.

Patrick smiled to himself when he noticed the concentration in her eyes and her cautious behaviour.

If he could make her worry about him, then it was totally worth it to be injured.

Seeing that Patrick was silent for a long time, Amelia threw a glance at him because she was afraid that she would hurt him. However, all she saw was Patrick looking at her with a lewd smile.

With a cold expression on her face, she put more strength into her hands and noticed a change in Patrick's expression. She then mocked him and said, "Let's see if you still can laugh!"

She was angry!

She was mad at him for not loving himself.

He was born in a noble family and was surrounded by many protections. Obviously, there was no one or nothing that could be a threat to him, yet he was still hurt!

The most annoying thing was that his injury was caused by self-mutilation!

She tried to control her temper but she could not hold back any longer "Don't come to me again if you decided to crush plates, cups or any other things just for fun!"

Patrick then asked, "Then who shall I look for?"

Amelia snorted coldly and said, "You can find whoever you want!"

The next morning.

Amelia was woken by her alarm clock.

She opened her blurry eyes and grabbed the alarm clock. "Oh my god, it's only five thirty!"

Why did she awake at this hour?

She dismissed the clock with sleepy eyes and went

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Three seconds later.

"Ah!" Amelia screamed as she bounced up from the bed.

She was very sleepy to forgot that her car had been blown up!

From the day onwards, she would need to take the subway, bus or taxi to work!

On the subway.

Like everyone else, Amelia was caught in a rush hour.

Half of the seats were occupied by the elders who went to the market and the other half were given to children. Amelia kept her hands on the handle and counted quietly how many more stops was it from her destination.

While counting, Amelia let out a sigh.

As it would always be easier to enjoy than to suffer, Amelia found that since she drove her Audi to work, she could not bear standing all the way to work anymore.

As she was lost in thought, she heard the robotic announcement upon arriving her stop. She loosened the grip on the handle and went out along with the

crowd.

Before she walked out of the subway station, Amelia realized that her leather bag felt lighter than before.

She turned her head and saw that all her belongings in the leather bag fell onto the ground with a crash. When her wallet was falling, a man's hand passed through her wallet from below and caught her wallet!

After that, the man with a white cap and a black mask turned and run!

Amelia had never experienced such a thing since she was young. Fortunately, her reaction was just two seconds slower. After that, she opened her mouth and shouted, "Robbery! Help!"

The passers-by next to them apathetically allowed the thief to slip past them and head straight for the exit of the subway!

It was better not to rely on the others!

Amelia stomped her foot. Just as she was about to chase after him, she saw all her things that were scattered on the ground from the corner of her eyes.

She had to admit that the thief did has a scheming little mind.

He first cut her bag silently and watched all her things fall out one by one but there was only one thing in his mind, that was her wallet!

As for Amelia, she would need to pick up her personal belongings first, which undoubtedly gave the thief time to escape.

Gritting on her teeth, Amelia decided not to fall into the trap of the thief!

She bent down and picked up her phone and ignored the rest of the items that were not important.

The next second, she ran in the direction of the thief with her heels on.

Amelia chased after the thief that was trying to escape. After a while, both of them got close to the exit of the subway.

The thief, who reached to the middle of the stairs turned his head and looked at Amelia. He found that this girl had run after him but was nowhere close to him.

For some reason, the thief stopped, waved the purse in his hand. He then sped up the stairs while Amelia stared at him.

Amelia was so angry that she gritted her teeth hard, but what else could she do?