Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 885

Being despised by Patrick, Amelia felt very unhappy and said, "If that's the case, then quickly let go of me!"

Patrick tightened his grip on her wrist and stared intently at her. "Don't ever think that you can leave as you please when you are in my arms."

Amelia's heart skipped a beat. "What do you want?" "Well..." Patrick said as he pressed the back of her head with his other hand. Then he lowered his head and captured her lips in a deep kiss.

"Um!" Amelia cried out. She was completely caught off guard!

A while later...

It was not until the footsteps sounded behind them that Patrick let go of Amelia in his arms.

Seeing that her misty eyes and a strand of black hair on her red lips, he could not help but roll his Adam's apple. He pressed her face back into his arms with his big palm before Charles could see her.

Charles had already booked a car. When he came back, he saw Amelia sitting on Patrick's lap with her face covered tightly.

Then he saw Patrick's rapid breathing and the blue veins in his hand that clenched on the handle of the chair. It was obvious that he felt aroused.

Charles was amazed. He had thought that Patrick had no interest in any sexual activity. He would not get turned on no matter how beautiful a woman threw herself into his arms. It turned out that it was not that he had no desire, but that the only person who could make him lose his mind was Amelia.

Patrick suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him with hostility. "What are you looking at?"

Charles was not stupid. He would, of course, not provoke a dissatisfied man. He quickly looked away and said, "Nothing, you can continue... Go on."

Patrick's lower body begged him to continue, but he rationally refused to show the charm of Amelia in front of Charles.

Even if Charles had been friends with him since he was in high school, he still could not do that!

At this moment, Amelia wriggled in Patrick's arms. She was almost suffocated to death.

Charles noticed it and said, "Hey, your wife will die from shortness of breath if you continue to act like this."

Patrick ordered angrily, "Turn around."

Charles was stunned, "What?"

Patrick then prolonged the sound of each word, "T-u-r-n...a-r-o-u-n-d."

After Charles confirmed that he had not heard wrongly, he asked in a strange tone, "Why?"

Patrick's eyes immediately flooded with anger. "Too many questions."

Charles muttered, "Are you trying to scare me? Humph, I'm not afraid of you. I'm just afraid that you'll kill your wifey."

As he spoke, he turned around cooperatively.

Amelia's face was being buried in Patrick's chest forcefully. Her facial features were squashed and the sound of her voice was also distorted, "Pat..."

Patrick quickly moved his hand away from the back of her head and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her out of his arms.

Amelia panted heavily.

Patrick's eyes darkened. It took a lot of willpower for Patrick to resist his urge to hold her in his arms again. He said, "Slow down, don't choke."

Amelia was about to retort that it was not like she got choked on water, but as soon as she opened her mouth, a gulp of cold air coming from the air conditioner entered her throat, which made her cough repeatedly!

Patrick reached out and patted her on the back. "I

told you so!"

"Ugh... Alright, that's enough!" Amelia could not wait to break free from him.

Patrick's hand missed and was left hanging in the air. He then clenched it into a fist. A second later, he released it as if nothing had happened and put it on his knee.

Amelia, who was standing upright, hurriedly tucked the scattered hair behind her ear, and then touched her lips with her finger...

D*mn it! Just as expected, they swelled up from the bite!

In contrast to Amelia's resentment, Patrick licked his lower lip. Even when he tasted the lipstick, he felt sweet because of Amelia.

At this time, Charles's sorrowful voice was heard. "Eh? Can I turn around?"

Patrick glanced at Amelia. Seeing that she had already tidied herself up with the blush on her cheeks and the charm in her eyes faded away. He immediately said, "Okay."

Charles quickly turned around and wanted to see how awful Amelia had become after being tortured by Patrick. Apart from her slightly swollen lips, everything else was just the same as when he left.

Charles curled his lips with some disappointment.

He thought that Amelia's clothes would at least be torn by Patrick.

Patrick changed his posture with his legs crossed... He looked at Charles and asked, "How's it going?"

F*ck! What was with the tone of voice that sounded like he was talking to his subordinate? He was his buddy!

Charles was enraged, but he chose not to demean himself. "Well, it's all done, the car can be taken away at any time."

Hearing this, Amelia, who had been dazed by the deep kiss, immediately came into her senses.

She did not want history to repeat itself, so she said, "Mr. Sullivan, I have the money..."

Charles reflexively looked at Patrick.

Seeing Patrick shake his head, Charles immediately got the picture and said to Amelia, "I like you being so straightforward. But please listen to me."

With that, Amelia wanted to cover her ears and cried out, "Don't tell me...", like the leading actress of those melodramas.

Charles said seriously, "It's also a wedding gift. You accepted the Audi QQ before. Why do you want to pay this time? Are you looking down on me?"

After being mocked by him, no matter what reason she was going to use, it would become an excuse.

She muttered, "But... Well! This is too expensive."

Charles could not make sense of it. "Expensive? Patrick, say something. It's just a car. Is it expensive?" Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Patrick clarified, "Idiot, can't you read between the lines? She means the gift is inexpensive."

Charles said with an enlightened expression, "I see! Hmm... Amelia, how about I give you a Ferrari instead? You should be satisfied with that, right?"

Amelia was left speechless.

Patrick agreed faintly, "That's more like it."

She did not say anything either.

Charles was ready to leave. "Then let's go to my other 4S shop."

Amelia could not bear it any longer and said, "Mr. Sullivan, don't listen to my husband's nonsense. I have never thought of having your Ferrari!"

Charles paused and asked her hesitantly, "Amelia, are you serious?"

"That's not true!" Patrick said firmly, "Didn't you hear what she said just now? She said she likes Ferrari."

"Oh, yes yes!" Charles immediately pushed his hesitation away and said to the flushed Amelia, "Amelia, look how stupid I am. You can just say whatever you like. Don't need to beat around the

bush. I almost neglected you!"