Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 1405

"Patrick, all you asked for is a kiss. Look at where you're touching now!"

Amelia shot a cold stare at the man who seemed to have such a poor self-control when it came to making out.

Patrick smacked his lips crookedly before he said shamelessly, "You're too delicious. I can't resist your charm."

Amelia had no other choice but to grab his hands which were in the mist of exploring her body. She threatened expressionlessly, "If you were to continue like this, don't blame me if I go and request Paisley to inject you with anesthetic. You'll get to experience a life as a disabled person."

Patrick raised his eyebrows in shock, "Mrs. Hopper, you can't be serious, can you?"

Amelia imitated his expression and raised her eyebrows threateningly as she challenged him, "Go ahead and try."

A tiny smile began to creep onto the corner of his lips. Patrick replied fawningly, "Fine, I promise that I won't simply touch you again. Please forgive me, Mrs. Hopper."

"That sounds much better." While saying, Amelia could not help but sweep a glance at their current posture.

At this moment, Patrick had already lied back on his bed while she was pressing herself against his sturdy chest. The only common thing they shared was their rumpled shirts.

Amelia could not help flushing. That was certainly not what she had expected earlier. After all, what they had both agreed was nothing but a kiss.

At that instance, he followed Amelia's gaze and swept a glance at their posture before his gaze fell right on his own crumpled shirts. He began flashing his crooked smile satisfactorily as he teased, "It seems like I'm not the only one who was aroused. You had been turned on too, hadn't you?"

At the sight of his mischievous smile on his unrealistically handsome face, Amelia pouted, "Fine, you're right. You're such a good kisser. How could I not get turned on by you?"

She paused for a moment before she grumbled again, "I wonder which woman trained you into such a good kisser..."

Patrick stared at her intensely. He was intrigued by her question, "Mrs. Hopper, are you feelingjealous?"

Amelia stunned for a while before she denied, "Jealous? Why must I get jealous? Everyone must have kissed someone before!

There's nothing to be jealous of!"

frowned when he heard Amelia's word. His expression saddened with a hint of sorrow flashed across his eyes. He murmured, "Mrs. Hopper, I get jealous when I

sight of this. The truth was no one could ever resist Patrick's expression at

in a patient

his sharp features were clothed with sheer delicacy. He was still charming as usual despite looking ill and gloomy. All in a sudden, Amelia could not help feeling sinful for becoming the reason of him being

anyone before. I was just being fussy. Don't take it to heart. I'll forget it too..." Patrick could not help but exclaim secretly, "Aww... How can she be so adorable?" Ever since they opened up to each other, Patrick realized that Amelia had changed. She was getting more comfortable in coming clean with him. She stopped being mean to him. The truth was she was just like any other ordinary woman who was madly in love. She would care about his feeling and comfort

a sudden, he

of guilt

replied smilingly, "I'd

you.

by surprise. After all, she remembered that he was overwhelmed by sadness a moment ago. She had no idea what was on his mind that cheered him up and made him think of hugging

I won't be doing

smile. When she finally came back to her senses, she found herself

Patrick wanted nothing but to enjoy the serenity among them at this

time when Amelia sighed emotionally before she murmured, "Why didn't we get to know each

Daniel or Sissi as well as Sawyer. Those people would not end up becoming the obstacles

for you unless you've met the wrong one before. Don't you

that we will somehow come across with some sc*mbags before we get to

way

Amelia was referring to Sissi when she mentioned 'sc*mbags', the truth was he was not mad at

same time in Streams

overwhelmed

not

outcome

to wonder, "Is

earlier in the morning and he managed to pronounce word by word after her. However, when it

was

regarded herself as a teacher with great patience, not to mention the fact that Abner was her child. Hence, she repeated the poem dedicatedly for

worse was when Sawyer was there with them during the revision in late afternoon. As a result, she could not help feeling embarrassed irrespective whether from a perspective of Abner's