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."

trying to see more clearly. But the woman in front of him looked as if she were covered by mist, preventing him from seeing who

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 of the

"I was drugged?"

out a soft sigh as

said with uneven breath, "Cynthia, judging from

of you hurting me. No matter what happens, I'm willing

his palm and managed with his little remained reason. "Cynthia! You don't understand at all... I'm drugged and would be calmed down only by women. Your staying here won't help me at

Cynthia changed her position, knelt in front of him, and began to take off her clothes. "Patrick, am I not a woman

really don't have

I will not threaten you by this either..." She drew his veined

not to mention Patrick, who was drugged

couple of 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

Patrick still said firmly,

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

on his strong will. When the drug was

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, trying

about to reach its limit, Patrick blurted out from his teeth, "Send

changed. It took her a lot of effort to trick him into her bed.

and leaned closer to him. "Patrick, what are you

shocked gaze, he punched the wall