Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 212

Amelia tilted her head up to meet his gentle gaze, which pained her. These were all fake, right?

His tenderness, his dependence as well as his soft words are all lies!

Amelia reached out and blocked his eyes as she said painfully, "Don't look at me like that anymore!" He obviously loved and missed someone else, so why was he still looking at her with such soulful eyes? Patrick frowned and didn't immediately go to remove Amelia's hand, just asked, "What's wrong with you?"

At an angle he couldn't see, Amelia hurriedly rubbed her teary eyes a few times. It's strange that her tear ducts seemed to be getting more developed lately...

"Nothing." Amelia pulled his arm away and sat up from the couch, she then slowly lowered the hand that was over his eyes and said with her back to him, "You're going to catch a cold sleeping in here. You should go back to your room."

"What about you?" Patrick was a little reluctant to leave this warm and cozy "cuddle".

Amelia said without looking back, "I still have to cook and shower. Go back to your room and rest first, and I'll be with you later..."

Amelia's attitude in the latter half of the sentence seemed somewhat perfunctory.

"I'll wait here for you, and I'll come upstairs whenever you come up." Patrick laid in the couch a little mischievously, like he was certain that Amelia would give in to his caprice.

Amelia turned back abruptly, her expression indifferent, and said, "Then you'll just have to wait here the whole time!"

Patrick was startled by the words, and she quickly made her way to the kitchen

Patrick finally sensed that something was wrong with Amelia and stood up, asking after her, "What do you mean?" She didn't turn around to answer him.

the bottle off the coffee table, and no matter what he did, Amelia still ignored him. Patrick didn't want to please

Bang-

sound of the door being slammed shut was deafening. Amelia was far

she numbly washed her bleeding fingers under the faucet, feeling suddenly alone

and walked up the spiral staircase in her nightgown, finally

and there were no Patrick shoes on it, proving he hadn't been

forehead helplessly, Patrick was an adult

vacuum cleaner out of the storage room and set about cleaning up the messy living room. During the cleaning, Amelia turned on the TV to

gosh, it turned out that the man who attacked her that night was the same rapist who

was refined and even a little feminine. The first words out of his mouth when he was interviewed by a

a different male reporter had to go in so the

always said I was not manly and even called me a sissy. One night I came back from a business trip and found her hiding men in the house. When she saw me she not only didn't admit her mistake but also encouraged the adulterers to knock me out. When I woke up I found that they had taken

he became more and more frantic, and he relied on constant disguise, appearing in all sorts of situations, and whenever he saw a young, beautiful, alone beauty out, he would try to approach the person

he's done." The host added a final comment and the morning

cupped her chest, she can feel her heart racing,

phone, resting on the coffee table, vibrated with a text from Milton, "Shawn's skipped

says that Shawn's agent obligingly took Shawn away yesterday and disliked the hospital's

him, Amelia smiled and said, "Nothing happens. You should go back

up the phone, Amelia had a quick breakfast and got dressed before

lit

to her. She'd thought he didn't want to see her again after last night's