Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 948

Amelia's concern towards Florence was manifested in her sentence.

Having in mind that Patrick had not had his breakfast, Amelia knew that she only said so because she could not bear to let Patrick starve again.

Florence subconsciously said, "I'm not going anywhere, Amelia. After all, we had came here together. There's no way for us to leave you here alone. What do you say, brother?"

Nodding, Patrick subsequently said, "I'm going with Amelia."

"Huh? What did you say?" Florence glanced at him in shockingly.

Florence was not the only one who could not believe her ears. With Amelia still stunned at his words, Patrick rephrased again.

Upon confirming that she had not misheard it, Florence snickered, "You go then!"

Florence could not help feeling surprised yet glad at the thought that her brother had indeed changed a lot for Amelia.

At room 1 of the pastry class.

Amelia turned around and sought confirmation with Patrick again before she entered the room. She asked, "Are you sure that you don't want to stay with Florence?"

Puzzling, Patrick asked her back, "Why must I stay with her?" After all, Florence was no one but his sister while his wife was here with him.

Amelia replied grumpily, "Of course you have every reason to stay with Florence now. Can't you see that she had ordered food?"

At this point in time, Amelia was not sure what was on his mind. He could have stayed and had his meal yet he had chosen to follow her here. She wondered if he had gone mad or that he regarded himself as ironman who was unconquerable.

"Why didn't you stay with her if she had everything as you said?" It seemed like Patrick's jealousy was no longer restricted to men only.

Amelia was about to push the door open when she said, "Aren't you asking the obvious? Had you forgotten that I'm here to make a cake for Andrew and Ashley?"

"That's right! I'm here for the same reason as you." No matter how ridiculous he sounded, Amelia could find no reason to retort the excuse he made up.

Amelia could not help but sneer, "I never know you can bake cakes for others too."

It was not hard to tell the sarcasm in her words. Yet, Patrick had taken her words as compliment. He spoke with great self-admiration, "I don't simply bake for others. Andrew and Ashley are my exceptions. After all, they are our beloved kids."

A handful of women who were here for baking session happened to pass by. Patrick's words immediately attracted their envious stares towards Amelia.

Most probably they thought that Patrick was a model husband and father who was willing to spend time for his wife and children. Most importantly, this man was extraordinarily good looking!

Amelia could not help feeling annoyed. Under the camouflage of his glorious shiny armor, this man had successfully hid his shady true character well!

"Regardless of how much I adore Andrew and Ashley, after all they are not my kids. Please mind your words next time and don't call them as my beloved kids. Most importantly, it will lead to misunderstanding of others when you say so!"

Darkening his gaze, Patrick said, "Good, I'll pass your message to Andrew and Ashley. I believe that they are not going to adore you as their aunt after this!"

Hearing this, Amelia stared at Patrick in disbelief.

She wondered if this could be regarded as a blackmail.

"But you know this is not what I meant!"

"Judging from what you had just said, they are annoying to you, aren't they?"

Gritting, Amelia uttered furiously, "I had never found them annoying. Otherwise, why would I be here to bake for them? You're the one that truly annoy..."

Before she could finish her words, her mouth was forcefully shut by Patrick's kiss.

It was not enough to just kiss her on the lips. By chances, Patrick's tongue had invaded into her mouth intrusively before she could even block him off. His kiss was overbearing with his tongue trespassing her territory willfully. Her tongue was forced to intertwine with his in such a confined space.

If it was possible, Amelia would have kill Patrick right away with her murderously furious stare!

But Patrick did not seem to bother at all.

Instead, he recklessly pinned her body onto the door behind him. When she reached out to shove him, Patrick took the chance to hold those hands!

She struggled to tilt dodge her head away from his attack but to no avail.

"Oh my! Why are you..."

Losing track of time, Amelia began to feel suffocated with his intrusive make-out. It was only then she heard a voice full of surprise lingering in the air.

Hearing the commotion, Patrick forcefully bit her lips for one last time before he let go of her unwillingly.

Noticing that she was fighting off the flush on her face hard, he pressed her head against his chest protectively so that no one could see her tempting look.

As for him, he was now glancing at the unwelcomed intruder irritably. Squinting, he said, "So it's you, David."

David immediately sensed the hidden danger creeping on him. He explained in a hurry, "Um... I had waited for you in the classroom for some time. It was only then I came out thinking you might not be familiar with the direction here. Um... I didn't expect that both of you were up to something."

He then took a quick glance at the woman in Patrick's arms. David could totally picture the embarrassment suffered by Amelia even if he had not seen her face. He could no help saying, "It'd be better if Mr. Hopper can hold your horses especially during a public occasion."

Patrick smiled crookedly as he muttered, "How can you be sure that I'm the one who is being impatient now?"

His hand slowly reached to Amelia's waist-length hair at the back as he spoke. He began to caress it intimately.

Amelia had never undergone any chemical treatment on her hair before. Her hair was naturally silky smooth as a result of well taken care of. Hence, it was a pleasure to caress her hair.

With his gaze turning seductive, it was as if Patrick was touching her bare back rather than a sprig of hair. As a man, David could not help feeling distracted by this scene.

"Enough!" Coming back to her senses, Amelia shoved Patrick away furiously.

At this moment, the heat on her cheek had already faded completely. Instead, she looked disgusted and distant!

Disgusted?

Patrick could feel anger overwhelming his chest.

This was not the only reason that got his infuriated! It was the fact that Amelia had receded to David's side that had triggered him even more.

It did not matter whether Amelia had meant anything from her action. Right this moment, he only thought that Amelia had done it on purpose!

Amelia could tell that her make-up was smeared even without looking at the mirror. Receiving the stare from David, she hurriedly said, "David, if you can excuse me, I would like to go to washroom now."

Nodding, David replied, "No problem. Do you know the direction to the washroom, Ms. Amelia?"

It was hard to ignore Patrick's murderous stare as if he would have eaten up her alive. Panicking, Amelia blurted out, "I know! I've been to the washroom the last time when I was here!"

With that said, she turned around and flee off the scene towards one particular direction. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

As soon as Amelia left, Patrick immediately put up a stuck-up face.

He turned to look at David and asked uncourteously, "It seems like you're quite close to my wife, aren't you?"

David was in still in the midst of worry that Amelia might have gotten her direction wrong. Hence, his gaze followed closely after Amelia's back. Upon hearing Patrick's question, David answered absentmindedly, "Yeah, we're pretty close!'