Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 825

"He's my husband and I'm not worried about him at all. What's there for you to worry about?" Amelia then got up and sat Paisley down on the sofa, demanding her to take a rest.

Subsequently, Amelia handed her the remote control and said, "Let's watch some TV and release the stress."

Paisley glanced at the remote control, then turned to look at Amelia in disbelief. She said, "This is strange. Why are you not worried at all? He is having high fever and wandered out alone. Aren't you afraid that something might happen to him?"

Amelia patted Paisley on the shoulder and said vaguely, "He is the one inviting trouble when he decided to go out alone. But don't you worry, perhaps he is having fun outside."

On the contrary, Paisley's mood was the total opposite of Amelia's. She had let Patrick left the house under her nose. If he really got into trouble or anything, Eve would definitely throw a fit at her, just like how she would at the men in black outside.

Amelia tried to calm her by coming up with an idea. "If you're really worried, why don't you give Patrick a call?" Paisley was extremely horrified. "Oh my goodness! He's your husband, why should I call him when you don't plan to do that?"

"But he is also your patient, so you should be responsible for his wellbeing, right?" Amelia supported her face with one hand and replied with a faint smile.

Paisley was so pissed that she literally coughed up blood, but she had to admit that Amelia's threat had worked on her. She then took out her phone from pocket and scrolled to Patrick's number while trembling with fury. Under Amelia's subtle peek, she dialed the number.

Beep... Beep... Beep...

Amelia was sitting close to Paisley, so close that she could hear the dial tone. Every time the 'beep' sounded from Paisley's phone, Amelia's heart would sink a little.

The longer the time it took for Patrick to pick up the phone, the higher the probability of something was happening between him and Sissi.

Was he that busy until he did not have time to answer the phone? Amelia raised her eyebrows coldly.

In fact, Patrick had indeed chose to ignore Paisley's phone call because he had not wanted her to bug him about taking his medicine.

Because of this incident, it had by accident, further worsened Amelia's misunderstanding towards him.

"He's not answering my calls..." After numerous calls, Paisley finally came up with a depressing conclusion.

She took a peek at Amelia on the other end of the sofa out of the corner of her eye. Suddenly, she motioned for her to take the phone and said, "Patrick must be avoiding me because he got annoyed by me. Maybe you should give him a call instead."

Amelia straightened up and dodged Paisley. "I don't think so. Anyway I should go back now."

Paisley would not let Amelia escape. "It's now one o'clock in the morning, where are you supposed to go? By all means you can stay here tonight."

"Amelia, I hope you'll take my advice. The Land of Fragrance is your only home."

At that moment, Owen's advise rang in her ears, and Amelia struggled inwardly. "Paisley..." She said.

Sensing that Amelia had wanted to refuse her again, Paisley pursed her lips and begged, "Please stay, Amelia. I've already lost a feverish Patrick under my care, I don't want to lose you as well, or else I won't be able to walk out from here alive."

Meanwhile at the Escalt Hotel.

Knowing that Patrick was sitting on the bed, Sissi deliberately left the bathroom door open with a tiny gap while she bathed.

If Patrick was attentive enough, he would have noticed the gap left open by her.

Sissi had never stopped testing Patrick.

While she was taking a bath, Sissi deliberately scooped up a handful of water and let it roll down her arm. Patrick could hear the ticking sound of water droplets through the opened gap.

Apart from that, Sissi deliberately hummed a little tune that sounded like she was moaning. She recalled that there was once an outstanding man equivalent to Patrick who had valued her moans, that each of her moans scratched a man's heart like a cat's paw, making men wanted to pierce their hands into their chest and scratch it hard.

Sissi moaned harder at the thought of the happy memory, but at the next moment, she felt that she herself was useless. Patrick had not done anything to her, but she could not help savor the excitement first.

"Sissi..."

Suddenly Patrick's husky voice came through the door. Sissi raised her eyes filled with lust, and glanced at the tall figure standing by the door.

Biting on her dry lips, Sissi managed to suppress the urge to let Patrick come in. She pretended to asked warily, "Patrick! What are you going to do?"

Her voice trembled as if she had met an evil person who wanted to harm her, and this could easily arouse a man's desire.

Although Patrick had walked to the door, his eyes were glued to the TV in the room. "Nothing, are you okay in there?" NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Sissi was stunned. What was she supposed to answer?

If she had answered 'nothing happened', then would Patrick leave right away?

No, her ultimate target was to remind him to go to bed with her. She could not let him slip away like this.

"Patrick, I... I can't breathe well. I don't know what's going on!" Sissi then coughed.

Patrick frowned at her cries and cough. "I know! There must be something wrong with the incense! Sissi, come out quickly, I'll get you out of here."

Sissi choked and asked helplessly, "Preally?"

Patrick answered with a 'yes'. He had a vast experience in managing a lot of entertainment venues, so of course he knew something was fishy about this.

The incense burning in this room had some effects on humans. Just now, when he was breathing hard and starting to feel feverish all over his body, he thought it was because of his fever.

Until he heard Sissi making strange moaning sound in the bathroom, then only he realized that it was not because he was abnormal, but there was something suspicious in the room!

Sissi stared at Patrick's shadow incredulously. She had not expected that he would come to her for this. She quickly asked, "What should we do now? I'm weak all over and can't stand up at all."

In order to be more convincing, Sissi purposely patted the water, creating a false impression that she was eager to get up from the bathtub, but she could do nothing about it.

Patrick turned his head around and accidentally peeked through the narrow crack, allowing him to see the beautiful view in the bathroom.

He rolled his Adam's apple and took a deep breath. After all, he was a normal adult man.

The smell at the tip of his nose became stronger with each breath he took. His face changed slightly, and then he quickly held his breath.

"Patrick..." Sissi called his name softly from the bathroom. Each word was like the seductive musical note made by a mermaid. If anyone were not careful, they would be crushed to pieces.