Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 505

Following his gesture, Amelia's eyes fell on his inviting thin lips and thought in her heart, "This man... His facial features are already perfect on their own."

His covetous eyes made her palms sweat slightly. She asked, "Close your eyes."

Patrick wanted to take a bite of her red face at this. "Why do you have so much to ask?"

Amelia replied, "If you don't close your eyes, I won't kiss you."

""Actually, he could have kissed her by force, but

this would go against his original intention. No matter how deep of a kiss he pulled her in, the excitement he would feel would not compare to her taking the initiative to give him a gentle kiss.

He cast her an evil look with his eyes. Before closing his eyes, Patrick said, "You don't dare to lie to me anyway."

Seeing him slowly closing his angled eyes, the anxiety in Amelia's heart finally eased a little. After adjusting her hectic breathing, she leaned forward and pecked his lips before quickly returning. After a long time.

Seeing Patrick was still keeping his eyes shut, Amelia asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you opening your eyes?"

Patrick said with his eyes closed matter-of-factly, "Because you haven't kissed me yet?"

Amelia was speechless for a moment. "I've kissed you already."

Hearing this, Patrick opened his eyes at once and said with an expression of being deceived, "Why didn't I feel it? No, kiss again!"

Amelia was so mad that she could cry. She said in a low and muffled voice, "You're still playing pretend after taking advantage of me! I've clearly kissed you!"

Patrick raised his eyebrows and asked teasingly, "Is there anyone who can prove it?"

Amelia paused, finally coming to her realization that she was being baited. "You know that there are only the two of us in the kitchen. Where can I find witnesses for you?" Patrick stared at the outrage of Amelia and said in a hoarse voice, "Since there's no witness, I'll take it as you didn't kiss me."

"Sc*undrel!" As soon as she cursed, the back of Amelia's head was in the hands of Patrick, and a kiss wantonly fell upon her lips...

One minute later.

Patrick walked out of the kitchen cheerfully with one hand in his pocket, accompanied by Amelia's scolding from behind him. There seemed to be echoes of the words 'pervert', 'sc*undrel', and 'liar'...

But it did not matter. Patrick was in a good mood, so he would not quibble with her.

It was her fault to flirt with him with that innocent face all day long. He had just only satisfied her game of cat and mouse with her.

He touched his lips. It was a lie to say that he did not feel the peck from Amelia just now.

At that time, her light breath sprinkled on his face, and her pleasant scent brushed against the tip of his nose, which made him forget about the idea of getting just one peck from her.

Due to his desire, he could only act rogue. He insisted that Amelia did not kiss him and tried every means possible to get more from her again.

When they were breakfasting, no matter what Patrick said to her, the fuming Amelia only responded to him with 'hmm', 'ah', and 'oh'.

Seeing that she was indifferent to him, Patrick knew that she was still bothered about what happened in the kitchen. But they had done it so many times, how could she still shy with it?

But how could she not be bothered?

Patrick's minute kiss was enough to ruin her lips. It hurt even if she drank something mildly warm.

When it hurt, she would be reminded of his rudeness. When she remembered his rudeness, she would naturally be unpleasant to him.

Seeing that she ate everything else but soup, he could not help but ask, "Why aren't you have some soup?"

Amelia replied coldly, "Hot."

"Hot?" He did not think that it was.

"Yes, it's hot." She was sure.

Patrick fell silent for a moment. Suddenly, he reached out his hand, trying to touch her bowl.

Amelia embraced the reflex to protect her food and said, "What are you doing? If it's not enough for you, there are still some in the kitchen."

Patrick replied slowly, "Don't worry. I'm not interested in sharing saliva with you."

"The world's biggest lie!" Amelia thought to herself.

If he was not interested, then how could he explain what happened in the kitchen just now?

Amelia only thought to herself but was smart

enough not to expose him. In case he got angry, he would want to annoy her again.

"Let go, give me the bowl," ordered Patrick.

In terms of strength, she was far from him. Amelia had no other choice but to let go. Anyway, it was just a bowl of soup. He could do whatever he wanted with that. After taking the soup, Patrick ordered Huxton from beside him to fetch an empty bowl from the kitchen.

Huxton quickly came back with a bowl in his hands. "Mr. Hopper, the bowl you requested."

"Okay." Patrick nodded lightly and reached out to take it from him.

While Amelia looked on in curiosity, Patrick slowly poured her bowl of soup into the empty bowl. He kept pouring it back and forth several times.

Huxton, who could not bear to see Patrick get tired, took a step forward and said, "Mr. Hopper, why don't I do it?"

Patrick, who was focused on the task at hand, said without lifting his head, "No need."

" "Huxton silently retreated to his original

position.

Amelia held her cheek in one hand and watched Patrick's movements. She could see that he wanted to make the soup cool down as quickly as possible. But how could a young master like him know this type of 'folk' method?

Sensing her gaze, Patrick smiled and said, "My mom used to do this when I was young."

Amelia replied, "Your mom treats you very well." It was just that Eve's love was too limited, and she only allowed it to only three to four people.

Patrick chuckled and followed up, "So am I treating you well right now?"

Amelia was perplexed for a moment and decided not to give him a chance to be arrogant. "It's just so so."

Patrick paused what he was doing. He wondered whether Amelia learned her smart mouth from him.

Seeing that he had no better response, Amelia's charming face cleared up. "The soup is cooled enough. Give it to me."

"Okay." Patrick worried that the soup was going to get too cold and would be bad for her health. So he put the bowl of soup before her.

She ladled a spoonful of soup into her mouth. Even though she bumped into the wound, Amelia did not feel any stinging pain, which proved that the temperature of the soup was just right. She happily had a spoonful after another spoonful, and soon the soup was finishing up. She put down

the bowl and said brightly, "I'm full."

At the same time, Patrick put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and said, "I'll take you to the gynecology clinic later to have a full-body check-up to take a look at your body condition." "Okay." Amelia nodded in agreement.

Patrick then continued the plan, "As for the gynecologists, I'll contact several of the best known doctors from German. By the way, can you understand German? Do you need an interpreter?" Amelia felt as if her history with education was insulted. She retorted, 'Yes, I can!' in German.

"Well, the pronunciation is quite standard...for a foreigner," Patrick commented with a serious face.

Amelia held back the impulse to flip the table over and replied Go to hell' in perfect German.