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.

swept the bottle off the coffee table, and no matter what he did, Amelia still ignored him. Patrick didn't want to please Amelia. He left Land of Fragrance after he trashed the

Bang-

was deafening. Amelia was far away in the

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

so she was up early and walked up the spiral staircase in her nightgown, finally stopping at

the shoe closet and there were no Patrick shoes on it, proving he hadn't been home last

forehead helplessly, Patrick was an adult and should be able to take care

of the storage room and set about cleaning up the messy living room. During the cleaning,

that night was the same rapist who

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

different male reporter had to go in so the interview could

in the house. When she saw

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 and look for

a short while, he'll pay for what he's done." The host added a final comment and the morning

feel her

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

Paisley, who sleepily says that Shawn's agent obligingly took Shawn away

and said, "Nothing happens. You should go back to

up the phone, Amelia had a quick

her phone screen lit up with an incoming

rare that Patrick would reach out to her. She'd thought he didn't want to see