Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 839

Bearing this thought in mind, Amelia wanted to push Patrick away but was reluctant to do so all of a sudden.

She added out of the blue, "Go to sleep. I'll accompany you here."

Patrick was surprised for a brief moment but soon came to his senses about what was going on. "You're staying here tonight?"

"No." Amelia scratched her cheek and answered bluntly, "I'm leaving after you fall asleep."

The smile on Patrick's lips froze, but when he remembered her head-strong, unfaltering insistence after she made up her mind, all he could do was swallow the threat at the tip of his tongue and said, "Alright. Remember what you just said."

After that, Amelia did not need to mention anything else for Patrick to change their position into lying down on their sides, facing each other. One of his arms was still around her waist, but at least the intention to punish her ceased.

Patrick realized that he had been doting on her more and more this recently.

If it was in the past and he had the urge, he would not care whether or not she would get sick because of him and would relieve himself before anything else.

Being held in Patrick's arms, Amelia did not dare to move. After saying, "Let's sleep," she did not say anything more.

Five minutes later, she noticed the breath blowing on her forehead gradually slowed down into a peaceful rhythm. A sense of relief then emerged on her face.

Did he fall asleep?

She raised her line of sight slightly but was not met with an asleep Patrick.

He was looking at her, their eyes locked with each other as if he was watching over her instead of the other way round.

His handsome face was so close to her, staring at her so intensely. Amelia felt her cheeks as they burned and asked confusedly, "Why... Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I'm not sleepy yet," he replied.

"Liar!" Exhaustion was evidently overflowing from Patrick's voice.

"I'm really not sleepy at all." To sound more persuasive, Patrick put his other hand behind his back and pinched his own back, feeling refreshed and alert from the pain.

However, Amelia only noticed the way his eyes quickly turned red. She frowned and touched the corners of his eyes, saying, "Don't lie. Your eyes are red."

What an idiot! It was because of the pain!

Patrick gritted his teeth, regretting his decision to pinch himself a moment ago.

Amelia then brushed her palm over to shut his eyelids while clumsily coaxing him, "Be good and close your eyes. Don't worry. I'll be watching over you..."

When she covered his eyes with her hand, there was a gap between her fingers, from which Patrick saw Amelia's face through the glimmer of light. She was cooing him as if she was talking to a child and looked unusually serious while she did so. Well, she was really treating him like he as a child.

Just as he was going to lower her hand from how ridiculous she was being, she whispered to him, "Why don't I hold you? You don't have to be scared about not falling asleep then."NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Patrick was confounded and thought there must be a hole in her brain. How could he possibly be scared of that?

Then, the corners of his mouth curled upward into a self-deprecating smile. Actually, he was, in fact, afraid that once he closed his eyes, Amelia would slip away from him...

Before he could think about anything more, Amelia had put her arms around his waist and pulled herself completely into his arms.

Patrick's breath hitched. To avoid being engulfed by his desires, he had purposely maintained a distance from her. When she had buried herself in his arms, their skin was practically touching if it were not for the barrier of their clothes...

However, this was also the first time Patrick was not overwhelmed with lustful thoughts about indulging her, and he had no idea why. Her body was a fatal attraction to him, but at this instance, the only thing he wanted was to hold her soft and warm body as he immersed himself in his dreams...

As soon as the slightest hint of drowsiness arose in Patrick, it was immediately extinguished. He could not allow Amelia to leave like this. She had to wake up in his arms like this in the morning!

So, Amelia, who was covering Patrick's eyes with her palm, began feeling something strange.

Every time he was about to close his eyes, his top and bottom eyelashes would separate.

It went back and forth like this more than a dozen times, and Patrick's thick eyelashes tickled her palm.

When she could not stand it anymore, she retracted her hand and clenched her fist from the itchiness. She then asked the man in front of her, whose eyes were wide open, "Why don't you go

to sleep? Are you feeling uncomfortable from my hug? Or... You're not feeling well? Should I call Paisley over?"

Amelia's care and concern filled his heart with joy, which only made him even more hesitant to let her go. "I'm fine. I just... have some trouble falling asleep."

Hearing him, Amelia became even more worried. "I'm so different from you. I get incredibly sleepy whenever I'm sick or have a fever! Your body can only get the rest it needs if you take a rest. But you...you can't even fall asleep! Hmm, this is bad! I'll go and find Paisley to take a look at you!"

Silently restricting her every movement, Patrick affectionately rubbed her soft cheeks with his stubble and said, "This is alright. You're not allowed to go anywhere else."

Amelia was fretful. "But you..."

Patrick continued right away, "I'll try to sleep. But maybe it's because I'm sick these two days, I've developed a mild symptom."

Amelia was nervous when she asked, "What is it?"

Patrick responded with a sincere tone, "I'll wake up inexplicably in the middle of the night and won't be able to fall back to sleep for a long time."

Amelia involuntarily began to sympathize with him. "That's so pity of you! Well, just close your eyes. I'll be here to watch over you."

Patrick's lips lifted slightly when he added, "Really? Can you promise that I'll see you here whenever I open my eyes?"

"I promise!" Amelia replied firmly, one word at a time.

"Very well then..." Patrick trailed off vaguely. After planting a goodnight kiss between her eyebrows, he let go of his worry and shut his eyes.

But truth to be told, could Patrick really be this calm?

"Wait a minute, don't sleep yet..."

Amelia was being held like an over-protected cub. Her legs were firmly pressed under by Patrick's strong left leg, and her shoulders were also tightly wrapped around by his left arm. It felt as if they were about to assimilate into one.

If she maintained in this position for the whole night, she would definitely be paralyzed the next morning!

However, the man who had previously claimed that he had trouble falling asleep, who said he was a 'light sleeper', was snoring like a pig. Even if she made a thundering sound right beside him, he would not budge at all!

Amelia was so frustrated and helpless that she wanted to scratch his stubble. However, when she took in the two dark pools of shadow underneath his eyes, her lips squirmed as she finally admitted defeat, closing her beautiful eyes...