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.

second, Patrick flipped to his other side impatiently and turned

also lifted the quilt to his ears while he ground his teeth in

sleep.

he had not woken

was Amelia's

move

Amelia's second

the quilt covering her head and squirmed

rang. As she expected, her legs were numb because of the lack of blood

one was opening the door, the knocks on

Amelia noticed Patrick had

limbs and awkwardly walked

and turning the doorknob, to

dejected to find that Paisley had not asked anyone to lock

was an earnest woman, not someone who would do

when Patrick grounded Amelia, Paisley had risked her life for her by begging him

the thoughts whirred in her mind, Amelia looked out of the door and found Paisley slinging her arms over the railings of the corridor, her movements were casual. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Paisley looked back and greeted Amelia with a

door, stepped forward and

Paisley asked with a smirk. Amelia returned another smile. "Thanks to you, we spent a peaceful night together." "What?!" Paisley stopped smiling at once. "Don't tell me you both didn't do anything?" Amelia gaped at her in astonishment and indignance. "Didn't

out a cough and said, "He should rest when he's sick. But you're encouraing him to do that kind

hurriedly continued, "Paisley, calm

himself. Do you remember the time when he tortured you so badly that you couldn't

embarrassment for a brief moment and then

on, saying, "He was rough back then, having no regard for your body and feelings at all. And look at him now. He held himself

Patrick to the current Patrick, Amelia agreed that he had

not agree with

Patrick had never escaped from Sissi's grasp.