Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 357

"When will you stop being so stubborn?" Patrick shouted angrily. He raised her hands with one hand and rolled her sweater up dominantly until her bra was exposed. "Patrick! Stop!" With redness on her face, she wanted to stop him.

He fondled two of her most sensitive parts until she was softened, strengthless, and defenseless. Then he said with a smile, "What? What is it about your body that I can't see? Here, or here!" Amelia drew her feet together to resist his evil invasion. Finally, she gave in and said, "You... Didn't you say you want to see my hand? I'll show it to you."

"Smart choice..." Along with a chuckle, Patrick breathed out warm air over her breasts, sending electricity down her body.

With that, he slowly let go of her hands, and calmly took two steps back to exam her.

Amelia learned her lesson this time. After straightening up her sweater, she rolled up her right sleeves and revealed her slender, fair arm.

She put it in front of Patrick and said, "Look."

Patrick contemplated her arm for a while. When he found that there was no injury on her arm, instead of being happy, he was worried. "Could it be an internal injury?

Amelia explained, "The doctor said that I'd sprained my hamstring accidentally. As long as I don't do heavy work, it's okay."

Patrick was so angry that he wanted to spank her. "You just couldn't say no when I sent you to the warehouse to work, could you?"

She wrinkled her delicate nose. "Weren't you just trying to give me a hard time? You think it would work if I have said it?"

The next second, she let out a cry. Patrick pushed her on his thigh and began to spank her in the bottom with his hands!

A series of clapping noise sounded in the room.

With the sounds bursting in her ears, Amelia was stunned. Patrick scolded while spanking her, "To you, I am such an unreasonable man! What do you take me for? An exploitative boss or an inconstant hypocrite?"

Every time he popped a word, he slapped her ass. She was abashed with shame.

"Stop... It's so humiliating!" She moaned, on edge. In the end, she simply turned over and grabbed his arm to stop him from torturing her.

Despite himself, Patrick broke loose from her and raised his hand as if he would drop it at any moment. "Tell me, will you hide any things from me again?"

Listening to the harsh voice above her and feeling her burning bottom, Amelia said with tears in her eyes, "No, I won't!"

It was shameful. She was not Andrew or Ashley.

How could Patrick treat her like this?

Only then did Patrick put down his hand. To tell the truth, her butt was not only tight but also bouncy, of which he somewhat couldn't get enough. He just wanted to teach her a lesson at the beginning, but later, there was flirtation.

If Amelia knew what he was thinking about now, she would probably jump up to fight him!

Unfortunately, she didn't know, so she made a compromise and asked, "Hey! Are you done interrogating me? Stop pressing your hand against my waist and let me up!"

"Since you are truly sorry, I could forgive you this time." After a pause, regardless of his serious look, he acted like a hooligan. "Is your butt red? Take off your pants so I could blow on it."

Amelia couldn't help it anymore, "Get lost!"

Suddenly, the sound of a text message interpreted them. Amelia glanced at Patrick and said with a blushing face, "I have a text."

Patrick restored her to a sitting position. Amelia tucked her messy hair behind her pink ears, took out her phone from the pocket of her sweater, and unlocked it. A text message from a stranger popped into her sight.

She opened it, and her face went pale as if she were hit hard.

Patrick noted the change in her emotions. While she was lost in her thoughts, he took over her phone and cast a look at it. In just a second, his expression turned cold.

Amelia stiffly took a look at the photo on the phone and saw herself lying on a wide sofa with money under and surrounding her. Two buttons on her sweater had been unbuttoned, revealing her collarbone. And on her was a man whose face could not be seen clearly!

This picture strongly stimulated Patrick's eyes and nerves. He stared at a line of words under the photo and looked like he was about to murder someone.

All of a sudden, he dropped the cell phone, grabbed Amelia's fragile neck, and shook it. "Amelia, how dare you to mess with another man behind my back!"

"Let me explain..." Coughing, Amelia pushed him uncomfortably, but she was far from being able to fight against the strength of a mad man.

He sneered. There were unprecedented anger and despair in his chest. "Explain? What else do you have to explain? Who else could it be if the woman in the photo is not you? He even asks you to come to a hotel with him to have fun tomorrow evening! That's it. Are you still trying to lie to me? Do you think I am those stupid men who could be easily fooled by you?"

Patrick swore that he was never as angry as he was now. Staring at Amelia's face, which was red by his clutch, Patrick couldn't help but generate a thought: He should strangle her to death like this. Let her die under his body. She was his woman when she was alive and dead!

"I... did... not..."

Tears ran down her eyes. Amelia struggled to look into his red eyes, which only reflected wildness and cruelty. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of her lips. Forget it. Anyway, her life had been hard enough. Death wasn't a bad way to get rid of it.

With that in mind, she slowly loosened her fingers on the sheets and closed her watery, despaired eyes.

"You want to die? It's not that easy!" Seeing that she was motionless, Patrick snorted coldly. He pulled her up from the bed and pushed her into the bathroom. When he loosened her neck, Amelia coughed with her eyes wide opened in disbelief. She asked in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you... killing me? Why did you stop?"

Patrick directly threw her into the bathtub and ran the current at full blast. He tore her clothes and said fiercely, "Clean up your dirty body!"

Amelia's body was soon soaked by the water. The worst part was that Patrick was bathing her with cold water on such a cold day, which clearly showed how much he hated her.

She bit her pale lips and looked at him, shivering. "Believe it or not, I was threatened..."

Patrick paused, and said with uneven breathing, "I would like to know what could force a woman to lie in the money voluntarily and get f*cked!"

Amelia's face changed. Did Patrick think that she sold her body for money?