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.

any clothes to change when I closed the door... So, I borrowed your clothes to wear for the time being. I'll

later."

arms around underneath the wide hem of his clothes and kicking the long trouser legs, Amelia glanced at Patrick behind the desk, saying with some hint

she said. All he took in was how attractive her opening and closing lips looked at this moment. To prevent his nose

'Hmm'?

Amelia sighed with relief in furtive as she thought, "Great. Luckily, he's not

go back to my room to

'hmm' from his tightened throat again. His body was clearly overfilled with the yearning to pounce on her right then and

maybe the trouser legs were too long for her, for

Pffft!

nosebleed, and he even lost it all right in front of Amelia, whom he dreaded

had turned his back onto her, his shoulders and his back muscles pulled tautly. She did not know what he was doing, but it seemed like he had his hands

looking into a mirror?"

Amelia's thoughts

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

Amelia's sleek brows creased with doubt. "Your voice sounds so nasally. Are you actually sick? Turn around.

struggled to maintain the image of his lonely, distant back figure. In truth, the humiliating,

seconds ago just

Sh*t!

hell, the blood is

himself together. She then swung her long trouser

was extremely sensitive at this moment. Wherever she

not take it anymore and ask, "Patrick, just

Hide-and-seek!

felt his intelligence had been insulted and stopped his

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

and snorted twice in response. He

nervously grabbed one of his hands and wanted to tug it off his face. It took her

the placement of the blood patches