Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 373

Patrick dropped on the backseat of the car with his eyes half-closed, a genuine longing escaping his thin lips, "Send me home."

Cynthia's hand on his face stiffened, "Which home?"

"Land of... Fragrance." He really wanted to go home. Hurt by Amelia, he had tried to bury himself in alcohol, but she was still the only one he wanted.

Cynthia's finger brushed his eyebrows, which showed he was hurt by love. Cynthia hated the fact that the woman Patrick cared about was not her. As for the woman he loved, Amelia could wear his love at will! As far as Cynthia knew, Amelia had pushed Patrick to alcohol more than once. How could she do that?

It was extremely lucky to have such an excellent, perfect man to be her husband, yet she dared to hurt Patrick's feelings! Good! If Amelia didn't cherish him, what was wrong with Cynthia trying her best to win Patrick over?

After getting rid of her last bit of conscience, Cynthia gently landed her head on the shoulder of Patrick and said, "Okay, let's go home."

In the room at a five-star hotel.

When Cynthia came out of the bathroom, her skimpy dress had been changed into something sexier. She climbed up to Patrick's bed and ran her fingers all the way up from his calf.

Realizing that someone was caressing him, Patrick struggled to open his eyes and found a beautiful woman very close to him. Suddenly, in a daze, he had an illusion that Amelia was right in front of him. With a strong impulse, he drove her under him with force.

Cynthia let out a cry in a low voice and lay down obediently, waiting for Patrick to enjoy her. However, Patrick froze when he met her pretty eyes.

He shook his head and said to himself, "No, you're not her. She won't be so obedient."

Untying him, Cynthia whispered, "Patrick, I'm never her. It's me, Cynthia."

But the woman in front of him looked as if she were

it's me." Cynthia threw the tie away and began to unbutton his shirt. She said slowly, "Patrick, did you eat or drink something you shouldn't have in the club? Otherwise, why do you keep saying you're hot?" "Drink something I shouldn't have?" Patrick thought

"I was drugged?"

out a soft sigh as an

warm and soft body by his side, Patrick needed great self-control to stay away from her. He said with uneven breath, "Cynthia, judging from my current state... I may hurt you at any time... Would you stay away

hesitation, Cynthia replied, "No! Patrick, I'm not afraid of you hurting

You don't understand at all...

in front of him, and began to take off her clothes. "Patrick, am I not a woman to you? I can't stand watching you suffer. It doesn't matter. If you want,

have to do this!"

you afterward, and I will not threaten you by this either..." She drew his veined hands on her breasts and said with

any man, not to mention Patrick, who was drugged and unable to think

seconds, Patrick did not take action. Instead, he said something that broke Cynthia's heart, "You are not her. I don't want you and I can't..." Cynthia asked agitatedly, "How can you still think about her when you're like this? You've fallen in

reason in his eyes, Patrick still said firmly, "Even if I don't love her, I won't accept

a hesitation in her eyes. With such a perfect opportunity in front of her, she

will. When the drug was in full

went as she had expected. Patrick's handsome face gradually reddened and sweat began to cover his body. He looked incredibly sexy. "Patrick, if you can't hold on, I'll be right in front of you..." "Patrick, you've sweated a lot.

kept talking in his ear,

its limit, Patrick blurted out from his teeth, "Send me back to

to trick him into her bed. How could she

closer to him.

flashed across Patrick's face. In the face of Cynthia's shocked gaze, he punched the wall behind him with force!