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.

sight of her beautiful neck,

with all her might Amelia slammed

Patrick's pale face, Amelia thought that he hurt his butt. Unexpectedly, he touched his

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 gulping it down, she said,

is one in

"Okay."

for him since he came back, Patrick suddenly felt that it was kind of nice to have a woman looking

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

thinking she was

did not 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 out with a

and cry for the pain to stop, but Patrick was no average men. No matter how deep her tweezers dug in his hand, he

gauze, she closed the first aid kit and reminded him, "Be careful with the bath later. Don't get your hand wet or it might get

with a straight face, "Well, since I'm injured,

slightly heated up, and she almost applauded

after getting drunk from a nightclub, he was just another spoilt brat to her. "I'm tired. Gonna get some sleep now. Help

walking away without hesitation, Patrick had no reason to stay

on Amelia's body by the light like a mountain, an omnipotent guardian, a shadow that she cannot get