Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 986

What?

Amelia looked at him, petrified. Could she tear up the contract now and ask Patrick to draft a new one?

While she was still in a daze, Patrick took the opportunity and went forward to steal two more kisses from her.

Before his desire got the better of him, Patrick dutifully stayed away from her. He patted her cheeks and instructed in a hoarse voice, "Stop daydreaming already. Go wash your face and come back. I'll help you apply your eye medicine."

Amelia blinked her eyes in disbelief and then quickly pushed him away when she realized what had happened.

Patrick had already planned to let her go, so she managed to push him away easily. He leisurely leaned against the headboard, glancing at her with a smile.

As her eyes met his deep ones, Amelia felt as if the seat under her was burned by a hot iron. Without even wearing her slippers, she rushed into the bathroom.

Patrick chuckled and switched into a lazy position whilst he continued to lean against the headboard.

As long as he slept with her, even if only for an hour, he would be full of energy once he woke up.

On the contrary, if the space next to him was empty without her existence, even if he were to take one year's worth of leave from work, he would still be in low spirits.

After washing her face, brushing her teeth in the bathroom, and finished up at the toilet bowl, she then slowly opened the bathroom door and walked out.

At first glance, she saw that Patrick was still in her room. He looked so relaxed, as if he was in a resort!

"Come here and lie down. I'll help you with your eye drops," Patrick said while shaking the bottle in his hand.

Amelia took a closer look. Patrick was probably afraid that she would run away from him again, so he clutched the medicine as tightly as he could.

Seeing her stand still, Patrick added slowly, "If you don't come over soon, your eyes will start to itch again."

Amelia's eyes were fine when Patrick did not say it, but once he said it, she did not know whether it was a psychological effect but she immediately felt an itch in her left eye.

She walked over, resigned to fate, but did not lie down on the bed next to him. Instead she sat close to the edge of the bed. Then she raised her face and commanded Patrick, "Just help me apply like this!"

Patrick really helped her with the drops just like that.

Just after dripping the medicine, Patrick immediately noticed that Amelia wanted to put her little chin down. Patrick instantaneously reached out his hand and pinched it up in place while he ordered in a deep voice, "What are you hurrying for? Let the medicine nourish your eyes for a bit before doing anything else!"

"All right..." The reason why Amelia was so anxious was because she did not want to give Patrick a chance to take advantage of.

However, when she heard that Patrick did not seem to have any intention in doing anything remotely sexual to her, she was no longer so eager to leave.

After about ten seconds or so, Patrick took his hand away from her chin and said softly, "You can open your eyes now."

"Okay," Amelia answered and slowly opened her eyes.

Since the eye drops had not been fully absorbed yet, Patrick noticed that there was a gleam at the rim of her eye. As she gently blinked, the light gathered into tears and rolled down her cheeks.

For some reason, Patrick's heart skipped a beat.

He felt that he was really sick. Otherwise, why would he be so hungry for Amelia? Why did he feel like crushing her so much to make her cry?

After the blurriness in her eyes faded, Amelia immediately ordered Patrick, "I'm going to change clothes now. Please go out!"

Originally, Patrick planned to go out. Later, after hearing Amelia inform him what she wanted to do, he immediately refused to leave.

Amelia cursed him as a shameless man, but he accepted it as a compliment.

Since time was running out, Amelia had no choice but to get up and head to her wardrobe to pick out a suit for work. Then she went into the bathroom to change!

With a teasing tone, Patrick caught up to her from behind. "We're an old couple. Why are you still so shy?"

Amelia could not help but retorted defiantly, "Who's the old couple? I'm only in my early 20s this year, and you're already in your mid-30s! You're the only old one here, okay?"

Before Patrick could say anything else, Amelia furiously closed the door of her bathroom.

When she emerged again, Patrick had already disappeared.

Amelia decided that maybe Patrick left because he was angry at her. Unconcerned, she fished out her leather handbag from her cloakroom and proceeded to sweep her hair up into a high ponytail in front of the vanity mirror.

After repeatedly confirming that her red-eye had been cured to the point where it could not be found out without careful observation, she then stepped out. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Although Amelia had relied on the alarm to wake her up early in the morning. However, Patrick's teasing had caused delay to her preparing of porridge for breakfast.

In a bad mood, Amelia walked towards the refrigerator and took out a box of frozen dumplings and leftovers from last night. She threw them into a pot and boiled them together. Then, she placed the cold vegetables into the microwave and heated them up.

Amelia put the reheated food on the table with both hands. When she wanted to eat them while it was still hot, she caught sight of Patrick walking over, pulling the chair opposite of her, and sat down.

The suit on his body had been changed. It seemed that he had gone back to his room to take a bath. He looked energetic and handsome.

Oh, it was worth mentioning that a second before Patrick sat down, he snatched Amelia's dumplings away.

After sitting down, he commented good naturedly, "Amelia, how could you eat dumplings without vinegar?"

Amelia clenched her teeth and did not want to argue with him about the vinegar. Irritated, she asked, "Why do you always keep trailing after me?"

Patrick took a glance at her and asked in a questioning tone, "If I remember correctly... This is my home, right?"

"Yes, sure, okay! I'm the one who's apparently trailing after you now!" Amelia argued angrily.

Patrick was worried that he went a bit too far and that Amelia would run away from home, so he quickly comforted her. "I didn't mean it that. You don't have to blame yourself."

Wait a minute. Was this supposed to be a consolation?

Patrick knew that he was quite awkward, but he did not expect that his sweet talk could be so... touching.

Glancing at Amelia's ashen face, he decided to

distract her by some delicious food, and so he coaxed, "The leftovers that you just reheated, look like they're getting cold already."

Amelia quickly sat down.

Patrick saw her sit down and he was immediately in a better mood.

He looked down and found two pairs of cutleries by the table.

There was a warm feeling in his heart. Amelia was far from being as heartless as she said. Otherwise, why would she prepare his cutleries too?

Noticing the look in his eyes, Amelia raised her eyebrows slightly. Preparing things out of habit was maybe a dangerous thing after all...

After breakfast, Amelia hurried to work.

Patrick knew that her car had been lent to a friend that he did not know, so he grabbed the keys at his hand and said to her, "I'll fetch you to work today."

Amelia turned around and refused him out-rightly, "I've already booked an Uber, so you can save a bit of petrol money by not sending me there.

Upon hearing this, Patrick frowned and asked, "Booking an Uber? What the hell is that?"

Amelia snorted. "You're old, aren't you? You don't have to deny this fact. If you want to know, go search on the Internet by on your own. I'll take my

leave first."