Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 840

Early in the morning the next day.

When Amelia opened her eyes sluggishly, the sunlight from outside the window blinded her momentarily. Acting on reflex, she buried her face in the crook of Patrick's neck and rubbed lightly.

After a while, something came to Amelia's attention, and she quickly reached out to touch Patrick's forehead.

Though it was still hot to the touch, his condition was at least better than the previous night.

Amelia could not help but feel full of joy, laying and rubbing her head against Patrick's neck again.

And with this rub, she soon realized his reaction towards this.

The smile on Amelia's face froze. She looked up in oddness, only to find Patrick sleeping soundly, his lidded eyes not moving at all.

Upon seeing this, she let out a sigh of relief.

Patrick still had her legs constrained, which allowed her no room for movement. If she woke Patrick up from her wriggling, the consequences would definitely be unbearable for her.

However, she could not let herself get trapped in Patrick's arms like this. She still had to go to work.

But if she woke him up like this, would he pester her to stay with the anger from being awakened by her?

Amelia bit her lower lips hesitantly. She sincerely hoped there would be knocks on the master bedroom door like what happened last night.

She did not know if heaven heard her prayer, but in the next second, two knocks had actually sounded from the door.

Amelia's heart pounded along with the thudding on the door, for she noticed the tremble in Patrick's eyelashes.

It was undeniable that this guy's eyelashes were even longer and more luscious than most girls'.

Despite that, this man's horrible temper completely overshadowed his beauty. To the public's knowledge, Patrick Hopper's temperament was his more defining feature than his appearance! Just when Amelia thought Patrick might wake up at any time, the hold on her body loosened all of a sudden.

next second, Patrick flipped to his other side impatiently and turned

he also lifted the quilt to his ears while he ground

sleep.

he had not

was Amelia's

move

Amelia's second

quickly lifted the quilt covering

by the bed, Amelia's head rang. As she expected, her

opening the door, the knocks

same time, Amelia noticed Patrick had stopped

stretched her stiffened limbs

the doorknob, to her surprise, the door

help but feel a little dejected to find that Paisley had not asked anyone to lock

an earnest woman, not someone who would do

back to the time when Patrick grounded Amelia, Paisley had risked her life for her by begging him for

looked out of the door and found Paisley slinging her arms over the railings of the corridor, her movements were casual.

the door,

smile. "Thanks to you, we spent a peaceful night together." "What?!" Paisley stopped smiling at once. "Don't tell me you

he is! He should have f*cked you wildly!" Listening to the series of cuss words coming out of Paisley's mouth, Amelia let out a cough and said, "He should rest when he's sick. But you're encouraing him to do that kind of stuff. Isn't that bad for health?" "Wrong!"

continued,

"But he's actually pretty good at controlling himself. Do you remember the time when he tortured you so badly that you

struck by embarrassment for a brief moment and then

look at him now. He held himself back because he was afraid he would make you sick. It

current Patrick, Amelia agreed that he had changed in

not agree with the latter half of Paisley's

to the end, Patrick had never escaped from Sissi's grasp. So, how could he have fallen