Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 14

"Mr. Hopper..." Patrick did not move a muscle but simply looking at her. The girl seemed to have made up her mind. She arched her back and was ready to give him a kiss. Yet Patrick suddenly frowned and pushed her away.

The girl was startled, Charless speechless, Patrick himself confused...

"What's wrong? Are you even interested in women now?"

As if struck by lightning, Patrick stood still and pondered on this strange question.

The new girl whose kiss was rejected kept her eyes wide open, holding her breath.

"Patrick, are you really..." Charles swallowed his saliva and scanned Patrick from head to toe.

Being doubted his mojo, a horrible storm stirred in Patrick's mind, "I don't have a problem. I was a fracking tiger when I had sex with Amelia!"

"Who is this, Amelia?"

"That's my wife!"

"Oh, that's her." Charles slapped his forehead in surprise, "Patrick, have you fallen in love with her?"

was so angry that he almost swept the wine

me rephrase it, do you only like her body and

held his arms on the back of the sofa, with his mood

fix. Just sleep with her a few more times. Once it starts to get old, you won't have any

of advice. He raised his glass and clinked it with Charles'. The strong liquor burns his throat so much the heat spread across his entire

went down the memory lane with him, recalling the ups and downs, as if they would never run out

do you remember

drunken eyes turned sharp. He shouted a name,

her. Ms. Wallace was a beauty at that time. So many of the boys had sexual fantasies about her, including you!

glass broke into pieces in Patrick's palm. The girl shouted, "Your

did not seem to feel any pain at all. His piercing gaze punctured straight into Charles' eyes, giving Charles a chill in his spine. He got a little sober because of it. Realizing that his mistake, Charles explained, "I know, Patrick, Ms Wallace is like a goddess to you. I shouldn't have joked about your love. I just never thought that you still can't

cut in his palm and slowly tightened it, amplifying

suggested with her voice still trembling, "Mr. Hopper and Mr. Sullivan, let me

of tissue and pressed down on the wound. He got up and

lips. Had he known this earlier, he would not have mentioned Melissa Wallace. "No. You're drunk as a skunk. You can't drive home

In the Hopper residence.