Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 840

Early in the morning the next day.

When Amelia opened her eyes sluggishly, the sunlight from outside the window blinded her momentarily. Acting on reflex, she buried her face in the crook of Patrick's neck and rubbed lightly.

After a while, something came to Amelia's attention, and she quickly reached out to touch Patrick's forehead.

Though it was still hot to the touch, his condition was at least better than the previous night.

Amelia could not help but feel full of joy, laying and rubbing her head against Patrick's neck again.

And with this rub, she soon realized his reaction towards this.

The smile on Amelia's face froze. She looked up in oddness, only to find Patrick sleeping soundly, his lidded eyes not moving at all.

Upon seeing this, she let out a sigh of relief.

Patrick still had her legs constrained, which allowed her no room for movement. If she woke Patrick up from her wriggling, the consequences would definitely be unbearable for her.

However, she could not let herself get trapped in Patrick's arms like this. She still had to go to work.

But if she woke him up like this, would he pester her to stay with the anger from being awakened by her?

Amelia bit her lower lips hesitantly. She sincerely hoped there would be knocks on the master bedroom door like what happened last night.

She did not know if heaven heard her prayer, but in the next second, two knocks had actually sounded from the door.

Amelia's heart pounded along with the thudding on the door, for she noticed the tremble in Patrick's eyelashes.

It was undeniable that this guy's eyelashes were even longer and more luscious than most girls'.

Despite that, this man's horrible temper completely overshadowed his beauty. To the public's knowledge, Patrick Hopper's temperament was his more defining feature than his appearance!

Just when Amelia thought Patrick might wake up at any time, the hold on her body loosened all of a sudden.

The next second, Patrick flipped to his other side impatiently and turned his back to her.

Probably because of the noise, he also lifted the quilt to his ears while he ground his teeth in his

sleep.

Ah, he had not woken up yet!

That was Amelia's first reaction.

Hey, she could move around freely then!

That was Amelia's second reaction.

With this thought in mind, Amelia quickly lifted the quilt covering her head and squirmed out of it.

When she sat up by the bed, Amelia's head rang. As she expected, her legs were numb because of the lack of blood circulation from the night.

Seeing that no one was opening the door, the knocks on the door ceased.

At the same time, Amelia noticed Patrick had stopped grinding his teeth.

She then stretched her stiffened limbs and awkwardly walked towards the door.

Reaching out and turning the doorknob, to her surprise, the door opened!

She could not help but feel a little dejected to find that Paisley had not asked anyone to lock the master bedroom's door.

But upon second thought, Paisley was an earnest woman, not someone who would do that.

Thinking back to the time when Patrick grounded Amelia, Paisley had risked her life for her by begging him for mercy.

As the thoughts whirred in her mind, Amelia looked out of the door and found Paisley slinging her arms over the railings of the corridor, her movements were casual.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Paisley looked back and greeted Amelia with a smile, "Hey."

"Good morning." Amelia gently closed the door, stepped forward and stood beside Paisley.

"How did it go last night? Did you edge him on?" Paisley asked with a smirk.

Amelia returned another smile. "Thanks to you, we spent a peaceful night together."

"What?!" Paisley stopped smiling at once. "Don't tell me you both didn't do anything?"

Amelia gaped at her in astonishment and indignance. "Didn't you tell him not to do it?"

Paisley rolled her eyes. "You two really didn't f*ck just because I told him not to do it? Come on! I deliberately said that to provoke him because I know how arrogant he is! He should have f*cked you wildly!" NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Listening to the series of cuss words coming out of Paisley's mouth, Amelia let out a cough and said, "He should rest when he's sick. But you're encouraing him to do that kind of stuff. Isn't that bad for health?" "Wrong!" Paisley locked her eyes with Amelia, and her stare was serious and wise when she explained, "For your husband, the raging flames in his body is every more torturous for him than his fever. Last night, I intended to add fuel to the fire and let him vent his frustrations. But that fool actually took me seriously and held himself back! I..."

Amelia hurriedly continued, "Paisley, calm down!"

After taking a deep breath, Paisley added, sounding quite surprised, "But he's actually pretty good at controlling himself. Do you remember the time when he tortured you so badly that you couldn't get out of bed, and I had to treat you?"

Amelia was struck by embarrassment for a brief moment and then nodded shyly.

Paisley went on, saying, "He was rough back then, having no regard for your body and feelings at all. And look at him now. He held himself back because he was afraid he would make you sick. It seems like you have him wrapped around your finger."

Comparing the then Patrick to the current Patrick, Amelia agreed that he had changed in some ways, like what Paisley said.

However, Amelia did not agree with the latter half of Paisley's statements.

From the beginning to the end, Patrick had never escaped from Sissi's grasp. So, how could he have fallen into her hands?

At nine-thirty in the morning, at Apex Construction Corporation.

"President Ramsay, you have a guest."

Audrey knocked on Amelia's office door and announced.

"Guest?"

Amelia stopped writing and signaled to Audrey by miming with her lips, "Who?"

With a tacit understanding, Audrey smiled and replied, "He's not from the Environmental Protection Bureau. He said his last name is Wright."

Kaiden Wright!

Amelia was so shocked that she almost flung the pen in her hand across the room. She could not suppress the joy when she said to Audrey, "Invite him in!"

Witnessing the drastic change in Amelia's mood, Audrey assumed Mr. Wright to be an incredibly important person.

"Okay!" She answered and left right away. Audrey then rushed back to her desk and said to the pretty man waiting by her side, "Mr. Wright, President Ramsay invites you in."

Kaiden, who was on his phone, gently lifted his head, looking up with a face that would make any beautiful woman pale in comparison.

He took a look at Andrey. And under her restrained stare, he strode to the ajar office door.

As soon as he entered the office, Kaiden saw Amelia's attractive yet perturbed face.

"Kaiden, you're here!" Seeing how Kaiden had come to her on his own initiative, to tell the truth, Amelia felt extremely grateful and relieved.

She still remembered that night at the restaurant when she accidentally pissed him off to the point where he stormed out.

And that incident depressed Amelia.

As a 'person', Kaiden was not of much significance to her. But in terms of 'connection', he was indispensable!

Without Kaiden's connection, Amelia would not know how she should tread through the dense forest of wild predators to Streams Villa, much less about being able to see Sawyer.

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