Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 837

The little details showed a lot about one's character. Although Paisley often talked about how Patrick was her first crush, she was much better than Sissi, who acted like she did not acknowledge Patrick on the surface but liked to flirt with him behind Amelia!

"What are you daydreaming about?" Patrick changed his posture from leaning on the bed and looked at her with a composed look.

Whenever she faced Patrick, she was either silent or in a daze. Though Amelia's innocent look was endearing to Patrick, making him want to bully her, he still hoped she could chat with him with her sweet voice when he was feeling ill.

Amelia asked instinctively, "What do you want me to reply?"

Amelia swore she meant absolutely no sarcasm or prevarication in her words.

However, Patrick seemed to have misunderstood her. His peaceful eyes turned sharp as a hawk's in an instant, and he even let out a cold sneer.

This had just turned f*cking awkward.

Amelia, who was dense to start with, froze, the expression on her face blanking out.

Seeing her this way, Patrick resisted the urge to rub her face with his hands and sculpt out a funny expression. Instead, he said woodenly, "If you don't wish to see me, you can go back."

Fumes of rage curled at the corners of his eyes and the tips of his eyebrows, and even the temperature inside the room rose with his temper. Amelia shook her head and denied, "No, no! It's not that I don't want to see you, I just..."

Patrick narrowed his eyes. "Just what?"

Amelia gave him a wry smile. "Forget it. You won't want to know."

Patrick analyzed for her icily, "Do you feel sorry for Fluxton for staying by my side? Because you said that if he didn't come back, you wouldn't come back either."

face turned from flushed red to

replied, "I was guessing at first. But seeing how you're reacting to it, I know I got

was getting. She

thirsty." He did not want to argue with her, so Patrick shot a look at the cup on

brought him a cup of water. Regarding this instinctive behavior, Amelia had to admit that she was useless

stared at Amelia's

impulse to put the water back to its spot, turned

then fell onto Amelia's snowy fair hand holding the cup. He knew she had fair skin, but he did not know that her skin was clearer than the cup of water. Would

away the cup of water from

hand me the glass." Patrick replied

frowned. Was she not holding the cup in

"You're holding the cup so tight.

Wait! Was she hallucinating?

she make out a hint of flirt from what he

up in Amelia's heart, but she did not dare to

then murmured in a coquettish tone, "Calm down. I just want to pull

tone, some inexplicable imagined

addition, he was rubbing her hands this whole time.

wanted to shake his hand off, but the smooth cup slipped from her palm by accident. Luckily, Patrick was prepared for that to happen, so he caught the cup with a flick of

as Amelia's paled to white as a sheet from being crimson red, Patrick laughed out loud in his heart. His wife was so pure and innocent, and she would blush if he just flirted with her a little bit! After that, he took a sip of water from the cup she held a

sudden!

Amelia was floored. Almost right away, she began to cast the blame onto herself. Why did she

she underestimate what he was capable of just because he fell sick? This person was a beast in human