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 pale. "You... You

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

was getting.

did not want to argue with her, so Patrick shot a look at the cup on the bedside table, his

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

to take the glass of water that she handed to him, he stared at Amelia's plump lips and asked a little

the impulse to put the water back to its spot, turned her

did not know that her skin was clearer than the cup of water. Would he be able to quench her thirst by

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

hand me the glass."

Was she not holding the cup in

wicked smile flashed in Patrick's eyes. "You're holding the cup so tight. How am I supposed to pull it out

Wait! Was she hallucinating?

out a hint of flirt from

not dare to say anything about it lest the cunning fox

hot fingers clasped around the rim of the cup. He then murmured in a coquettish tone, "Calm down. I just want to pull the cup out from

suggestive tone, some inexplicable imagined scenes began to fill up Amelia's

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

her palm by accident. Luckily, Patrick was prepared

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 moment ago. Before she could come to her reaction, he stretched out his

sudden!

cast the blame onto herself. Why did she have to get so close to

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