Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 957

Amelia nodded aggressively, "That would be the best if it's possible."

Without hesitation, Patrick agreed, "Sure. Since you desperately need a proof of my words, I will write you one once I'm home.

Feeling relieved, Amelia nodded. However, in the next second, she thought of something, and immediately she glanced at him and caught him empty-handed. She could not help asking, "h Where's your meat?"

Upon being reminded by her, Patrick came to realize that he had left the meat that he had asked to waitress to pack for him in the restaurant. He replied in frustration, "I've left it at the restaurant."

Amelia hurriedly said, "Faster get going and ask for the meat back! Don't you know that there's quite a lot of it? The meat can make good portion for both of us for the next two coming meals!"

"For both of us?" Finding these words engrossing, Patrick glanced at Amelia as he teased, "Aren't you the one who said that you want to go Dutch with me over everything? Why had it become an 'us' again now?"

Amelia's mind went blank for a short while before she hurriedly explained, "I was using a wrong expression, OK? I need to get going now. It's entirely up to you to take it or leave it. After all, the meat belongs to you!"

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Patrick held her hand in time and pulled her nearer. He ordered, "You come with me."

Baffling, she turned to look at him and asked, "What for? Are you a kid who needs supervision wherever you go?"

"No, it's just that I'll be worried if you go anywhere further." Patrick pretended to be serious as he said.

Amelia contained herself from making any sarcastic comment. She said calmly, "You're thinking too much. My cake is still with David. Where else do you think I can go?"

"It's hard to tell." Looking perplexed which was unusual for him, he lifted her hand which he was holding and planted a soft kiss on the back of it. He said, "I feel better only when I hold your hand like this."

Feeling a rush of blood in her head, Amelia felt a bit dizzy.

She wondered when on earth could she be immune to the side of him who was soft and delicate? Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Meanwhile, Patrick had dragged her into the barbeque restaurant again at ease when Amelia was lost in her thought.

In Camry Cake.

When Patrick and Amelia showed themselves at the door of the classroom, David was already falling asleep on the countertop.

Amelia exchanged look with Patrick before she grumbled, "It's all your fault!"

"Yeah, you're always right. I'm the one to be blamed." Patrick said grinningly.

He was the one who insisted on walking on their way back from lunch. He even prohibited Amelia from hailing a taxi.

Fortunately, the distance was not beyond acceptable. Otherwise, she would have bought a knife and chop off his hand which was all this while holding hers.

As for Patrick, he was silently praying that it would take forever for them to reach the shop. It was only then he could be with Amelia for as long as he wanted.

Collecting himself from his thought, Patrick squeezed her hand a little.

As a result of holding hand for a significant amount of time, both of their hands began sweating.

Frowning, Amelia glanced up to him and said, "I need to wash my hand."

Her implied message for him was to ask him to let go of her hand.

However, Patrick clearly had misinterpreted her meaning. He asked, "You're despised by my sweat, aren't you?"

"What does he mean? No one in their right mind would ever find sweat appealing!

Besides, this is not what I meant!" Amelia exclaimed secretly.

"No, you had misunderstood my words. I'm just worry that I'll leave any trace of sweat during the cake decoration later."

Feeling satisfied with her explanation, Patrick said, "Alright then. My hand is wet too."

Even idiot could tell his implied meaning.

Amelia rolled her eyes and refused to have him followed her to the washroom, "It doesn't matter if you are wet. I can do it on my own later."

Patrick was discontented by her sentence this time as he said, "Am I still a man if I let you do on your own while I watch you doing it?"

Amelia retorted, "Why can't women do it on our

own?"

At some point in time, David had already woken up from sleep. Unavoidably, he overheard the conversation between Amelia and Patrick beginning from the middle part of it.

Feeling embarrassed of their conversation, David had to bury his head down on the countertop again.

"How can they have such an erotic conversation here?

Even if they think that I'm asleep, after all I'm still an outsider.

How can they talk as if I'm not here?"

Struggling with his inner conversation, David had no other choice but to pretend as if he had not woke up at all.

However, Amelia had already caught David lifting up his head as soon as he woke up. She immediately greeted, "We're back, David!"

Hearing this, David knew that there was no way for him to continue pretending.

He glanced up and gave the two of them an embarrassed smile.

After washing her hands, Amelia immediately requested David to guide her in decorating the cake.

David reminded in between, "The top left corner is covered with too much cream, Ms. Ramsay."

Hearing this, her hand trembled nervously which led to more cream was spread unevenly on the cake.

"It's okay. Let me assist you." David scooped away excessive cream on the cake so that Amelia could continue her work.

Such scenario happened all the time. At one point in time, Amelia spoke to David who had all this while been cleaning her mess, "It is such a fortunate to have you here, David."

David flashed a gorgeous smile and replied, "You're more than welcome. This is what I'm supposed to do here."

"How can you be so clumsy?" Patrick who was all this while resting to feel better from his bloated stomach commented. All in a sudden, he walked towards them. Circling her from behind, he held her hand.

"Eh! What... What are you doing?" Taking aback by shock, Amelia tightened her grip onto the cream spreader.

Not only was Patrick's chest sturdily hard, she could feel the warmth of it radiating underneath his shirt. She struggled to dodge away from him.

"Don't move! Except for helping you, what else do you think I can do?" After all, David was still here, otherwise, he would not mind going deeper to help her.

Even David had thrown a nasty look at her. Gritting, Amelia uttered, "I can do it on my own!"

Patrick retorted mercilessly, "Forget about it! I already lost track of the number of times that your hand trembled. If you were to continue, I bet we need to redo another cake all over again."

Amelia could not help blushing upon hearing Patrick's sarcasm. However, she persisted, "Everyone will need a transition period to get used to something new. I believe all I need is time to master it. On top of everything, it is not my first attempt at making a cake. Don't you know that practice makes

perfect? Right now, all I need is for you to stay as far as possible from me. Had you forgotten what you promised me just now?"

She was literally pouting as she spoke. At the sight of this, Patrick broke out into a burst of evil laughter, "Hadn't I agreed that I'm going to put it in writing once I'm home? Everything is not counted until I actually write you one."

"You!" Enraging, Amelia was about to turn around and hit him.

However, Patrick unexpectedly lowered his head.

Turning around, Amelia's lips inevitably brushed off his cheek. As a result of this, Patrick could not help letting out victorious laughter.

Amelia was stunned for a moment before she turned back and stared at the cake in frustration. Right at this moment, she really wanted to wipe out this incident from the memories of three of them so badly.

"You're the one who kisses me this time." Patrick had not left her alone even after putting her into such an embarrassment.

All she could see was Patrick resting his chin on her collarbone. Staring at her face, which was flushing red, Patrick gently blew at her face from the side.