Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 773

Patrick's second instinct was to flee, but unfortunately, a few drops of his nosebleed dripped onto the desk as well, which was definitely going to pose as a source for suspicion.

As a result, Patrick's third reflex was to wipe the desk clean before escaping, but where was the f*cking paper towels?

When Patrick could not find any paper towels around him, he began to get enraged!

He then stopped caring about anything else and tried his best to use the sleeve of his limited-edition shirt to wipe the table...

He rubbed... And rubbed... And rubbed again....

And the blood continued to flow from his nose... Drip... Drop...

As a result, all of his efforts were wasted in a couple of seconds...

Not only that, though his palms and back of his hands were dirty and his sleeves were stained, the table still was not clean...

Cursing under his breath, Patrick was angered to the point where he was beginning to feel light-headed. All he could do at this moment was to tip his head backwards while feeling around and wipe away the blood on the table with his sleeve...

Just like doing a handstand could make tears flow backwards, it seemed to have the same effect on stopping the nosebleed.

Finally, when the heat in his nose slowly dissipated, Patrick heaved a sigh of relief and tried to lower his head.

And right at this moment, the bathroom door opened.

Patrick, while lowering his gaze, crossed eyes with Amelia, who was stepping out of the bathroom.

His eyes first narrowed in confusion, then followed by a gape of disbelief. Amelia was wearing his shirt and trousers!

To top it off, because his shirts were mostly white, her upper body was dressed in a layer of thin fabric, contributing nothing to cover up the beautiful view before him...

And when his attention fell to her inexplicably shy expression, Patrick was suffocating internally, finding the scenery much more exciting than listening to her melodic hums.

I realized I didn't bring any clothes to change when I closed the door... So, I borrowed your clothes

later."

around underneath the wide hem of his clothes and kicking the long

said. All he took in was how attractive her opening and closing lips looked at this moment. To prevent his nose from causing a ruckus again, he resolutely tore his gaze away from her

'Hmm'?

in furtive as she thought, "Great. Luckily, he's not mad about me wearing his

my room

stiff 'hmm' from his tightened throat again. His body was clearly overfilled with the yearning to pounce on her right then and there, but his reasoning made him looked impassive and

was too dark, or maybe the trouser legs were too long for her, for when Amelia took

Pffft!

and he even lost it all

back up, she saw Patrick had turned his back onto her, his shoulders and his back

looking into a mirror?" Amelia could

thoughts then began to

his back to Amelia and his hand over his tall nose bridge, Patrick uttered in a

sleek brows creased with doubt. "Your voice sounds so

distant back figure. In truth, the humiliating, embarrassing feelings and scenes from a moment ago were circulating in his

ago just happened to reveal the snowy, fair patch

Sh*t!

blood is coming out again..."

pull himself together. She then swung her long trouser legs and walked over to him, wanting to find out what

sensitive at this

not take it anymore and ask, "Patrick, just how old are

Hide-and-seek!

felt his intelligence had been insulted and stopped his movement right

was blood on the

nose and snorted twice in response. He would just let her mistake

wanted to tug it off his face. It took her a lot

blood patches seemed a bit