Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 1995

When they returned to their room, Amelia stole a glance at Patrick and heard him say, "Amy, I want to take a bath first."

"Okay." Amelia loosened her arm and watched him walk into the bathroom.

Not long after, she heard her cell phone ring in her pocket.

She took out her phone and saw that it was a text message from Alice. It said, "Amelia, I've prepared everything for you. It's in the wardrobe."

After a moment of hesitation, Amelia walked to the wardrobe. When she opened the wardrobe, she saw a very eye-catching red clothes.

This was obviously not her own clothes.

With the addition of the text message sent by Alice, Amelia could not help thinking, "When did Alice prepare it for me?"

When she reached out to take it out, she found that it was a thin, transparent sexy nightdress like cicada wings. It was sexy. The mysterious place was covered with printed technique, but in the man's eyes, it was as if it was not covered.

Thinking of Alice asking her to wear this nightdress to appease Patrick, Amelia unconsciously bit her lower lip.

"I'd better wait for a while."

She put the nightdress back.

Half an hourlater-

Patrick came out of the bathroom and said to Amelia, "Amy, it's your turn to take a bath."

Hearing this, Amelia looked at him and saw that his hair was dripping with water drops, looking rather sexy.

She walked over, stood on her toes and pulled the towel off his neck. She said to him warmly, "Let me dry your hair first."

As soon as she finished speaking, he grabbed her wrist.

Sensing the coldness on his fingertips, she couldn't help asking, "You've taken a cold shower?"

"Mm," answered Patrick lightly.

Amelia said softly, "It's autumn. Be careful and don't catch a cold."

"It doesn't matter." He lowered his eyes and refused her good intentions. "Go take

a bath. I can dry myself."

Amelia frowned slightly and said, "Well, I'm going to take a bath."

After that, she stuffed the towel into his hand and turned to the wardrobe to take her clothes.

Seeing her walk into the bathroom without any hesitation, Patrick's eyes darkened.

After hastily sweeping his hair with a towel, Patrick threw it heavily against the wall, making a wet and heavy thud.

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been blown dry and reappeared, he saw Patrick sitting on a rattan chair with his legs crossed, seemingly focused

he had been

helplessly and walked toward

she approached, Patrick smelled a delicate fragrance. He was lost in thought, and then his face was held by

raised her hand to touch his black hair on the front of his forehead and asked with some concern, "Why is it

he threw the

picked

didn't know what he was thinking, Amelia removed the book from his hand and sat on

saw her smiling gently at him. "Mr. Hopper, why are you in such a good mood tonight? You're

would fall down, so he put his palm on her back through

and asked with a whimsical question, "Tell me, is

but he quickly responded,

asked unexpectedly, "Then don't read, can you look at me?" Patrick's heart skipped a beat and he fixed his

hint of sweetness, "You look so serious tonight. You didn't even smile.

help moving a little. "You scared

smiling eyes, Amelia said coyly, "Because I want to

her face with his other hand and said, "How

her face in his palm and rubbed against it like a

pretended to be strong.

1 saw it wrong." Amelia did not argue with him. "Then

his mouth and gave a

She knew it!

simply stretched out two fingers and pressed them on

gave up and withdrew her hand. "It's

Patrick frowned.

wanted to smile, but he

patted him on the shoulder. "That's enough. Let me perform a magic show for you. If you like it, just smile and I'll take it as you enjoy it, okay?" Patrick asked with curiosity, "When did you learn to do magic

shook her neck like a spoiled child. "You don't have to ask

Patrick said, "Sure."

said and jumped off his

to make him happy, so no matter how awkward her

to unfasten the belt of the

bathrobe finally fell to the ground, a thin, beautiful red dress appeared. Its translucent texture

a layer of shyness, which was reflected in the light over her head, like the best porcelain was painted with a layer

asked with shyness and

his heart thumping. This was too outrageous. He was so aroused that he could

a magic trick, but a

she used herself as a Refined Weapon and "killed" him, leaving

blood!

when she saw that although he looked at her motionlessly, there

from what Alice said.

Was her figure bad? Or was

short, her

up the bathrobe on the ground, Patrick's deep eyes

put on her bathrobe, he said, "Come