Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

After all, she was left without a choice. There was no way that she could fight him off or chase him away.

At the thought of this, Amelia could not help pouting in frustration.

Patrick thought that she looked cute. Hence, he reached out to poke her cheek.

As a result, his action immediately attracted her annoyance. Rolling her eyes, she said, "Are you going to apply ointment for me or not? If not, please get out of my room now!"

Patrick had not forgotten her bruises which required instant care and nursing.

Putting aside the thought of making fun of her, he sat right next to her and said faintly, "Give me your hand." Amelia stretched out her hand to him. She could only pray hard that this would be over soon.

Patrick first opened the bottle lid of the ointment before he squeezed out some onto his finger. Subsequently, he began to spread it out of her hand gradually.

He was treating her hand attentively as if he was

handling a rare piece of treasures.

However, Amelia could only describe him as being pretentious.

She was not going to forgive him. After all, he was the culprit who had made her suffer from these bruises. "You're not supposed to make me mad all the time."

After applying ointment for one of her hands, Patrick glanced up at Amelia. His words sounded like a warning for her, but Amelia could tell that this was the best he could say when he was trying to resolve their conflict.

Amelia was aware that he was referring to the matter where she mentioned Sissi in their conversation earlier. She answered back bitterly, "I'm just speaking of the truth! If you feel triggered upon the truth, this suggests that you're either guilty of it or you obsessively care for her!"

Frowning, Patrick asked, "You tell me then. What should I do to make you into believing that there's nothing between me and her?"

"It's not that difficult after all. I only need you to declare the news that Sissi is now in Northville to every members of The Hopper Family tomorrow night. In this case, I'll be convinced that you are innocent then. Can you do this?"

The high-pitched voice of Amelia suggested that she was overwhelmed with anger and agitation as she said this. Patrick could feel his heart sinking.

Putting a halt on his movement of hand that was holding another hand of hers, his voice was hoarse as he muttered, "This is no different from killing her."

They were both staring at each other. Patrick could tell from her eyes that her gaze was murderous and deadly cold. She uttered determinedly, "I don't mind if she's dead."

Patrick's expression darkened as he sneered, "I had never known that you can be such a ruthless person!"

Amelia did not bother to deny it, "If I'm kind towards her, can you be sure that she's not going to hurt me back instead?"

A hint of anger was traceable from his raising voice, "She's now held in dad's custody. There's no way that she's going to hurt you. All this while, you're the one being aggressively harsh towards her!"

become the

she forcefully withdrew her hand from his grip before she pointed

to hold her hand back even after she demanded for him

had outweighed his anger. Seeing that she was still struggling to shove him away, he

no way that she could escape from his grip if he

them remained

word. He stood up to

with her

that she had to throw the ointment onto

before it fell back

better, Amelia threw herself onto the quilt with her

The next day.

the bruises on

was not so fortunate

her right hand remained largely obvious. She thought that it must be the fight when Patrick was applying cintment for heright hand He had not been applying with due care the way he did

belongs to s

That was

something with it. After all, she had to go to work in

soon as she came

bed, she came to the dressing table. She then bent over and pulled out a drawer to take out

could see was the

to cover up the bruises on her right

life saver at

Amelia took out the bracelet from the jewelry

eyes, not only did the cracks on it not affect the aesthetic of the bracelet, they made the

applied a thick layer of hand cream to act as lubricant before she tried to squeeze her

before she managed to put it on. In the next second, she felt a

on a bracelet was something troublesome. However, right now she could not help thinking that wearing a bracelet was not wholly

shook her right arm

adapt to the

to her

the attire

bathroom, Amelia realized that the jade bracelet gifted by Milton remained

gradually. She could not help feeling chilled especially it was

like she should make a call to Milton some other time to express her gratitude for the gift. Also, she guessed it was time to

was silent as

passing by the dining room, Amelia realized that the dining table was spotless which suggested to her that there was no

bedroom. She remembered that