Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 837

The little details showed a lot about one's character. Although Paisley often talked about how Patrick was her first crush, she was much better than Sissi, who acted like she did not acknowledge Patrick on the surface but liked to flirt with him behind Amelia!

"What are you daydreaming about?" Patrick changed his posture from leaning on the bed and looked at her with a composed look.

Whenever she faced Patrick, she was either silent or in a daze. Though Amelia's innocent look was endearing to Patrick, making him want to bully her, he still hoped she could chat with him with her sweet voice when he was feeling ill.

Amelia asked instinctively, "What do you want me to reply?"

Amelia swore she meant absolutely no sarcasm or prevarication in her words.

However, Patrick seemed to have misunderstood her. His peaceful eyes turned sharp as a hawk's in an instant, and he even let out a cold sneer.

This had just turned f*cking awkward.

Amelia, who was dense to start with, froze, the expression on her face blanking out.

Seeing her this way, Patrick resisted the urge to rub her face with his hands and sculpt out a funny expression. Instead, he said woodenly, "If you don't wish to see me, you can go back."

Fumes of rage curled at the corners of his eyes and the tips of his eyebrows, and even the temperature inside the room rose with his temper. Amelia shook her head and denied, "No, no! It's not that I don't want to see you, I just..."

Patrick narrowed his eyes. "Just what?"

Amelia gave him a wry smile. "Forget it. You won't want to know."

Patrick analyzed for her icily, "Do you feel sorry for Fluxton for staying by my side? Because you said that if he didn't come back, you wouldn't come back either."

Amelia's face turned from flushed red to pale. "You... You know about that?"

Patrick pursed his lips and replied, "I was guessing at first. But seeing how you're reacting to it, I know I got it right."

Amelia's skull rang from the headache she was getting. She had fallen into Patrick's trap again!

"I'm thirsty." He did not want to argue with her, so Patrick shot a look at the cup on the bedside table, his meaning self-evident.

When he said he was thirsty, Amelia quickly got up from her seat and brought him a cup of water. Regarding this instinctive behavior, Amelia had to admit that she was useless in this aspect.

Refusing to take the glass of water that she handed to him, he stared at Amelia's plump lips and asked a little breathlessly, "Feed me with your mouth."

Amelia withheld the impulse to put the water back to its spot, turned her face away and answered, "Drink it yourself!"

Patrick's darkened eyes then fell onto Amelia's snowy fair hand holding the cup. He knew she had fair skin, but he did not know that her skin was clearer than the cup of water. Would he be able to quench her thirst by kissing on her hand?

Fortunately, Amelia could not read minds. Otherwise, Amelia would probably have thrown away the cup of water from fear if she knew what Patrick was thinking.

"Okay, hand me the glass." Patrick replied calmly.

Amelia frowned. Was she not holding the cup in front of him?

As if he had read her, a wicked smile flashed in Patrick's eyes. "You're holding the cup so tight. How am I supposed to pull it out from your hand?"

Wait! Was she hallucinating?

If not, how could she make out a hint of flirt from what he said?

A strange feeling welled up in Amelia's heart, but she did not dare to say anything about it lest the cunning fox would take a bite at her.

Patrick's burning hot fingers clasped around the rim of the cup. He then murmured in a coquettish tone, "Calm down. I just want to pull the cup out from your hand."

Listening to his subtly suggestive tone, some inexplicable imagined scenes began to fill up Amelia's mind.

In addition, he was rubbing her hands this whole time. Finally, Amelia's hand could not help but trembled.

She had wanted to shake his hand off, but the smooth cup slipped from her palm by accident.

Luckily, Patrick was prepared for that to happen, so he caught the cup with a flick of his wrist.

Watching as Amelia's paled to white as a sheet from being crimson red, Patrick laughed out loud in his heart. His wife was so pure and innocent, and she would blush if he just flirted with her a little bit!

After that, he took a sip of water from the cup she held a moment ago. Before she could come to her reaction, he stretched out his long arm to wrap around her waist and dragged her onto him all of a

sudden!

In this turn of events, Amelia was floored. Almost right away, she began to cast the blame onto herself. Why did she have to get so close to Patrick?

How could she underestimate what he was capable of just because he fell sick? This person was a beast in human skin!

Flipping her around, Patrick then pinned Amelia under his body and pressed his lips upon hers. Amongst her whimpering and moans, he shamelessly wanted to share the water he had in his mouth with her.

However, Amelia's mouth was shut up sealed. She would rather die than surrender to him!

Patrick found it amusing because as long as he wanted to do it, he had plenty of ways to make her open her mouth for him obediently.

For example, when he lightly tickled her soft waist, she could not stop herself from chuckling, which enabled Patrick to indulge in her laughter and at the same time share with her the mouthful of water.

Their relationship was intimate to begin with, so such a nauseating intimacy did not bother Amelia at all.

However, this was also the biggest problem!

She was still unable to fend off Patrick's wild

ambushes!

Her limbs, bones and even her soul had probably long since been accepted this treatment from him.

This was horrible! If he stopped touching her one day, or if he did not want to lay his hands on her again, would she feel out of place then?

While the thoughts whirred in Amelia's mind, she did not realize that she had served herself completely to Patrick's enjoyment.

Until she felt a chill on her belly, the blurred and drowsy Amelia only came to her senses that a corner of her shirt seemed to have been lifted...

In desperation, she bit down on Patrick's tongue! Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Patrick gave out a grunt, then stopped kissing and undressing her.

"What are you doing?" roared Patrick.

Locking eyes with the gaze that were filmed to the brim with fierce lust and displeasure, Amelia was so maddened that she gnashed her teeth in irk. He was touching her without her permission and had even almost pressed down onto her baby. And he had the audacity to ask her what she was doing?

Amelia adjusted her lifted clothes and covered back her fair and thin waist. "Don't you think you're asking for too much? I only came to see you, and I didn't promise you any other requests. Now, get off me!"

Patrick replied high-soundingly, "No, I'm ill. I can't move."