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."

to

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

was getting. She had fallen into

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

was thirsty, Amelia quickly got up from her seat and brought him a cup of water. Regarding this instinctive behavior, Amelia had to admit that she

stared

impulse to put the water back to its spot, turned her face away and answered, "Drink it

holding the cup. He knew she had fair skin, but he did not know that her skin

read minds. Otherwise, Amelia would probably have thrown away the cup of water from fear if she knew

hand me the glass."

holding the cup in front

had read her, a wicked smile flashed in Patrick's eyes. "You're holding the cup so tight. How am I

Wait! Was she hallucinating?

a hint

not dare to say anything about it lest the cunning fox

the rim of the cup. He then murmured in a coquettish tone, "Calm

tone, some inexplicable imagined scenes

this whole time. Finally, Amelia's hand could not

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

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

underestimate what he was capable of just because he fell sick? This