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.

when I closed the door... So, I borrowed your clothes to

later."

underneath the wide hem of his clothes and kicking the long trouser legs, Amelia glanced at Patrick behind

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

'Hmm'?

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

my room to change," Amelia

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

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

Pffft!

he even lost it all

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

a mirror?"

nose?" Amelia's thoughts then began to take

his tall nose bridge, Patrick uttered in a hoarse voice that sounded

so nasally. Are you actually sick?

I don't need your help!" Patrick struggled to maintain the image of his lonely, distant back figure. In truth, the humiliating, embarrassing feelings and scenes

floor a few seconds ago just happened to reveal the

Sh*t!

the blood is

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

of hearing was extremely sensitive at this moment. Wherever

end, Amelia could not take it anymore and ask, "Patrick,

Hide-and-seek!

insulted and stopped his movement

of him. Discovering that there was blood on the back of his hands, she screamed, "Gosh! Your... Your hand

his nose and snorted twice in response. He

then nervously grabbed one of his hands and wanted to tug it off his

the placement of the blood patches seemed a bit