Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 15

Helplessly, she had no choice but to ask the guards on patrol for help. It took two guards to carry Patrick back in the house..

Still, she did not want to disturb her new family's rest. Once they were at the house entrance, she had to once again take on the weight of her husband alone.

She had a glimpse of Patrick just as she was panting from the heavy lifting. All she smelled was a pungent rush of alcohol from his breath and clothes. Pushing down her strong urge to throw him into the swimming pool, step by step Amelia dragged him past the house's entryway.

While Amelia was struggling to move, Patrick slowly regained consciousness.

Staring down at the little head of his wife's, he once again took advantage of his new identity as Amelia's husband, "Mrs. Hopper, water please..."

For a moment, she almost fainted after hearing Patrick calling here Mrs. Hopper with his grave yet soothing voice.

"Feeling better now? Can you walk to the living room on your own?" she asked.

"Yea." Despite his response, Patrick did not want to get off her at all.

His long arm had unconsciously wrapped around her tiny waist. Something was about to change.

Patrick had turned the tide: from leaning on Amelia to embracing her petite body.

She could only pretend that he was not entirely sober, had to keep moving while ignoring whatever Patrick was trying to do.

appreciating the sight of her beautiful neck, and was eager to give it

slammed

hurt his butt. Unexpectedly,

right back." After a pause, she noticed Patrick deliberate kept his right hand away from everything. She couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with your hand?" Patrick's

warm water. After watching Patrick gulping it

one in

"Okay."

back, Patrick suddenly felt that it

Merbromin on a ball of cottonwool, she attentively observed Patrick's facial expression, "Tell me if it

thinking she was teasing

intend to make fun of Patrick. When dressing with the wound, she found that some small glass shards remained in Patrick's palm. She had to take them

the pain to stop, but Patrick was no average men. No matter how deep her tweezers

reminded him,

at his right hand calmly and said with a straight face, "Well, since I'm injured, can you

slightly heated up, and she almost applauded for

at him crawling back after getting drunk from a nightclub, he was just another spoilt brat to her.

Patrick had no reason to stay in the living room, so he

casted on Amelia's body by the light like a mountain, an omnipotent guardian,