Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 984

As Patrick listened to her sigh, he felt a little embarrassed. Amelia made it sound as if he was the tyrant of Northville who bullied her every day.

Unhappily, he squeezed out a reply. "The reason why I went back on my words was because you were always seducing me!"

"I seduced you?" Amelia's beautiful face was filled with astonishment.

"Yes, you seduced me!" Patrick was determined. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

"I have never. Tell me then, when did I seduce you?"

Amelia felt so wronged. During this period of time, she did not even have time to run away from him, so how could she have the time to seduce Patrick?

"Huh, you're saying that you have never seduced me?" Patrick stretched out his hand and pointed at her red eyes. "If so, then why do you always look at me with tears in your eyes? Weren't you sending me flirtatious glances?"

At this point, Amelia felt that she was wrongfully accused by Patrick. "I'm suffering from trachoma today!"

Patrick proceeded to caress her lips with his finger and continued gloomily, "If so, then why did you apply lip gloss and then pouted at me? All you're doing is inviting men to eat your lips!"

What did he mean by "eat your lips"? Why was he so vulgar in his usage of words!

Amelia's face was burning hot. She pushed Patrick's hand that was still pressing onto her lips, but she could not get rid of the ambiguous feeling he left behind.

She retorted, "How can I have any lip gloss on my lips now? I eat it all into my stomach along with the porridge just now!

In addition, even if I pouted at you, it is just my way of expressing my anger. I absolutely! Absolutely! Have no intention of seducing you!"

Patrick sneered and began to slander her even more. "Are you still denying the fact that you're seducing me? I should've used a recording device to record what you just said and replay it for you to hear!

You need to hear how you usually talk. Your voice is so charming and...pampered. To those who don't know, they would think that you were flirting!"

"That's it! Get out of here!" Amelia was so angry that Patrick was this shameless. She, on the other hand, still wanted to keep her shred of dignity!

"Why should I leave? You tried so hard to seduce me. If I don't give you a taste of sweetness, you'll blame me again!"

Patrick finished speaking with red eyes. He pushed the door open with force and confidently strode into Amelia's bedroom.

Amelia's features were alternating between blushing and turning pale white. This man had put all the blame on her. In the end, everything was ultimately for his own benefit.

Clenching her fists, Amelia glared at him angrily. She almost stood on her tiptoes and sputtered. "What a despicable... Ugh!"

The word 'vile man' was harshly blocked by Patrick.

He seized the opportunity and bit her lower lips as if he had been thirsting to taste them. Taking advantage of Amelia's painful gasp, he squeezed his tongue into her mouth...

Her little figure's constant writhing made Patrick suddenly feel pleasure amidst his pain!

If it were not for the fact that he was keeping his promise to heart, he would definitely do her till she was unable to stand up straight tomorrow!

Although Patrick could not have the main course, at least he could still have dessert.

As he thought of this, Patrick gradually stopped her struggling with his palms placed at the back of her waist. After planting another kiss on Amelia's lips, he reluctantly left.

His kiss gently went from her cheeks and then slowly towards her neck...

Amelia was so anxious that she stamped her feet. She knew that Patrick was a hard-hearted man. Otherwise, he would not have tried all kinds of tricks on her every time he got the chance to spend time alone with her!

However, this kind of intimacy was really not in line with the boundaries set between them!

They were only nominal husband and wife, and they lived together only to appease the elders.

It was inappropriate for Patrick to hug her, let alone kiss her!

When there was no other way, Amelia had to remind him loudly, "Patrick Hopper, have you forgotten about the agreement that you wrote for me?"

Patrick's kisses suddenly came to a standstill.

Half a second later,

"I remember." Amelia heard Patrick confess sullenly while his head was still buried at the nape of her neck.

His lips were in very close proximity to her neck. Whenever he spoke, she would feel a string of hot and humid breath lingering on her skin.

Having been touched by Patrick's fingers at her waist, Amelia could not help but curl up in shyness.

Although Patrick did not kiss her anymore, his handsome face was still buried in her neck and rubbed affectionately against her.

Amelia felt absolutely helpless, but she did not dare to make any more demands in case Patrick became angry from embarrassment and did something even more outrageous to her.

At such a close distance, Patrick could easily smell the scent of Amelia's body shampoo.

Since the beginning, she had been using the same brand of shower gel and the smell made him feel really comfortable and at ease.

It was unknown of how much time had passed...

Sensing the release of the force on her wrist, Amelia was stunned for a moment and she gently slid her hands away from Patrick's palms.

Pushing his shoulders with hesitation, Amelia realized that his body was so heavy that she could not push him away at all.

"Wheeze... Wheeze... Wheeze..."

Noticing Patrick's extremely regular breathing pattern, a ridiculous idea emerged in Amelia's mind.

In order to confirm this idea, she tentatively called out, "Patrick?"

There was no response...

It seemed that he was really asleep.

Amelia heaved a sigh of relief and could not help but frowned.

It was usually difficult for Patrick to sleep anywhere, but now he had fallen asleep on her shoulder.

What made her want to cry even more was that she was quite a distance away from her little bed...

Patrick slept like a log. Even if Amelia wanted to carry him, she could not. But, if she chose to push him away, then that would not look very polite. The other alternative is that she should drag him to bed?

Just when Amelia was yelling and cursing in her head, the head that was pressed against the nape of her neck suddenly moved.

Amelia was happy and quickly patted him on the shoulder and shouted, "Patrick, wake up! You have to sleep in your own room!"

There was no more movement from Patrick in the next second.

Amelia was tongue-tied. What was he doing?

"He's not messing around with me, is he?"

After muttering to herself, Amelia got the courage to pinch Patrick's waist and twisted it.

The face of the man who buried his head on

Amelia's neck turned was as black as pan. This girl was really presumptuous. Did she think that his flesh was made of plastic!

After thinking for a while, Patrick decided to tease Amelia who was still trying to figure out how to wake him up by lifting his hold on her waist.

With both of her feet leaving the ground, Amelia subconsciously placed her hands on Patrick's shoulders!

Pulling herself together, she reprimanded him angrily, "Patrick, do you think it's fun lying to me by pretending to be asleep?"

Patrick did not even look at her. He clamped her waist as firmly as an iron wall and walked towards her bed.

Amelia was so angry that she bit her lips. What she did not know was that Patrick truly fell asleep because of her fragrance.

However, standing while sleeping was not as comfortable as lying oneself down. After squinting for a while, Patrick then woke up.