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, and was

the next second, with all her might Amelia slammed Patrick

Amelia thought that he hurt his butt. Unexpectedly, he touched his fresh wound on

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

glass of warm water. After watching Patrick gulping it

is one

"Okay."

suddenly felt that it was kind of nice to have a woman looking after him at

she attentively observed Patrick's facial expression, "Tell me if it

she

the wound, she found that some small glass shards remained in Patrick's palm. She had to take them out with a pair of sterilized tweezers before she could help cover the wound with

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

she closed the first aid kit and reminded him, "Be careful with

with a straight

up, and she almost applauded

Jessica earlier, she wouldn't give a damn about him. Looking at him crawling back after getting drunk from a nightclub, he was just another spoilt brat to her. "I'm tired. Gonna get some sleep now.

away without hesitation, Patrick had no reason to stay in the living

the light like a mountain, an omnipotent guardian, a shadow that she

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