Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 800

Tightening her grip around the hilt of the knife, Amelia turned to the man behind her that watching her and said, "Come here!"

Patrick smiled and said, "You're good at cutting meat. Can I watch you work it for a while more?"

But Amelia felt no delight after being complimented. She then said, "Since Mr. Hopper so smart, you must have mastered the skills of meat chopping after my multiple demonstrations. You can finish up the rest I'll just stand by and guide you!"

Patrick lifted one of his brows. Then, instead of taking the knife over, he lowered his head and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Amelia's eyes glistened and widened when she cried out, "What are you doing?"

Patrick only took a glance at her and replied with a straight face, "This shirt is too obstructive."

"What does your shirt have to do with chopping beef?!" seethed Amelia. She then reached out to redo his opened buttons, but Patrick dodged from her in a flash.

"But we're going to start cooking later. I don't like when it gets hot, and you know that."

Patrick finished his sentence in all seriousness and increased the speed of his fingers. And soon, his dark colored shirt fell to the ground, revealing his firm, fierce chest and hard six-packs on his abdomen... Amelia's dainty cheeks blushed slightly at the sight when she realised the kitchen was already warm before they even got to cook.

Patrick, topless, graciously showed off his figure to Amelia.

The more she blushed and the tougher she found it to look straight at him, Patrick grew even more excited, so much so that his voice started to shake. "Come on, I'm ready!"

Amelia's hand with the knife shuddered, thinking that there was no way his words were not suggestive.

She then gave the knife to him in a fit of panic while she added breathlessly, "You can get to work first. I'll go drink some water first!"

"Drink some water?" Patrick murmured. Suddenly, he reached out his hand and grabbed Amelia's tender chin with his fingers. First, he kissed her panic-stricken eyes. Then, the trail of his hot kiss fell passionately to her lips, prying her mouth open and capturing the tip of her tongue...

long while of Amelia's coy moans of 'hmm's and 'ah's, only then did

reluctance.

she heard Patrick chuckling

Amelia did not reply.

dinner that Amelia and Patrick whipped up hand-in-hand

a banquet or decorated with candles or flowers, Patrick was more than contented. He felt he

was already in her seat when Patrick was admiring 'his'

a bowl of fried rice before she came back. But after a busy session in

just treat it as giving an extra midnight snack to the baby

hand on her belly while a trace

are you doing? Are you

away from her belly on reflex. She then looked up and forced a smile at him, saying, "No, I'm just hungry. Sit

for a moment before saying to Patrick, "Um, you

appeared on Patrick's face when he replied evasively, "Why don't you

dishes. However, Patrick did most of the seasoning. She did not want to risk being poisoned to

time cooking. So, with a clenched jaw, she reached

up, Amelia could not help but

just had in mind. "Mr. Hopper, you've worked so hard on this for so long.

Amelia's lowered

when she denied, "No!

stretched his hand across the table, and held Amelia's hand in his. Gently rubbing the back of her hand, he said, "If not, why are you in such a hurry to

began to feel itchy from his touch. Amelia then shot him a glare and retracted her hand. "I only gave you the first piece for the sake of your hard work tonight. If you misinterpret my

continued, "My dear Mrs. Hopper, if you want to treat me as a lab rat, just tell me. Can you