Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Amelia could see that every inch of his body was tensed. There was no doubt that Patrick was trying very hard to hold back his desire. Despite feeling sympathetic towards his struggle, Amelia knew that Patrick had no other choice but to bear with it.

As soon as he turned around, she immediately covered her abdomen with her hand. It was only when she was convinced that there was no visible bump on it that she finally put down her hand.

It took Patrick several minutes to add sufficient drops of body oil into the bathtub. He thought that he had already managed to regain his self-control during the time when he had his back facing her. However, as soon as he turned around, he found himself completely vulnerable in front of her irresistibly tempting body.

"Let me carry you inside." His voice was hoarse as if he was thirsty of her nurture.

Amelia tried to contain her embarrassment by putting on an awkward smile on her face, "Alright."

This was perhaps the longest bath that Amelia had ever taken. After bathing her, Patrick carried Amelia, who was at this moment covered in a bathrobe, out from the bathroom.

Unlike Amelia's body which was clean and fresh, Patrick was soaked in sweat as well as shower gel and hair shampoo.

In fact, Amelia was considerably tall next to most of the women. Even so, she looked relatively small and delicate upon being carried by Patrick in his arms.

"Put me on the bed."

Even if Amelia had not said so, this was exactly what Patrick was about to do.

She heaved a sigh of relief as soon as she was free from his embrace.

She had been extremely restless during the time she spent with him in the bathroom. After all, Patrick was unpredictable and she had no confidence in his self-control.

She had to rest her injured hand on his sturdy arm in order to remind him of her injury. Otherwise, he might at any time begin to make out with her during the bath.

With his intensified gaze staring at her, Patrick said, "I'm going to change the bandage for you."

"Uh?" It was only then Amelia realized that her nightmare was yet to over.

"Your bandage needs to be changed." With that said,

Patrick had already reached out to her injured hand and began removing the bandage. He then carefully applied the ointment bought from the hospital on her hand before he wrapped it with a new bandage.

"Done." Even if he said so, he had not let go of her hand still.

Amelia dared not to exert force on her injured hand at all. She had no other choice but to urge him, "Since it's already done, you can let go of my hand now."

Patrick looked up at her before he said earnestly, "Mrs. Hopper, don't be mad at me. I regret for what happened today."

Amelia was unmoved by his sincere apology. She sneered, "The bracelet had already been removed. You can say whatever you want now."

Shaking his head, Patrick muttered, "I don't feel regret of removing Milton's bracelet from your hand."

"Then what are

said, he planted a soft kiss on her bandaged hand before he continued, "Get

shoved his hand away with her uninjured left hand in annoyance. She then uttered, "Patrick, you will never understand what kind of damage you had

he scolded, "It's just a wreck

is the good will of the person who gifted it to me. Let me tell you this.

provided that you can find it still

it on the floor after removing it earlier. It seemed like she had been vesting all her

you treasure the bond you share with Milton. If you can't find the bracelet one day, this will only suggest that he is not that important to you

alarmed at his seemingly threatening words,

he said, "The answer is right

sight of Patrick's leaving, Amelia could feel her heart

was no longer an issue that concerned

them in relation to who was going to own

door was closed, she immediately ran towards the torn garments and began searching

was still in the pocket, she took it out and tried to squeeze her left hand into it. Unfortunately, the overwhelming pain coming from her

she had this feeling that Patrick could easily sort it out from

she was convinced that the safest way was to carry it with her all the time from

her pillow when she went

day which

woke up in the morning, she subconsciously

her pillow.

it to the washroom while she brushed her teeth

she opened the door and

and pasta

of a fact that the pasta was gotten

prepared by Patrick. Nevertheless, she told herself that she

this moment, Patrick walked out from the

she was about to leave the table, he stammered, "Why are you here if you're not going

just been exposed. She

all kind

a divorce. I want our marriage to come to an

was raging upon hearing her

talking as he wished. In fact, an anger

dream of that! You're not getting a divorce even after you die!" Amelia

down and

to him. After all, she was a person of free will that

decide whether to

at her silence, Patrick hushed,

rolled her eyes at him before