Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 530

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The pain did not come. Instead, Amelia was caught from the back!

After catching the woman in his arms, the man took a couple of steps back to dispel the crushing impact from the fall. After that, his breathing became slightly disordered as he asked, "Not opening your eyes still? Coward..."

Hearing the voice behind her, Amelia's whole body trembled. She would remember that guttural, seductive voice for a lifetime!

She opened her eyes obediently, and the first thing she saw was the two hands wrapping around her chest and waist.

Amelia's eyes welled up with tears in an instant. She recognized who the hands belonged to.

"Patrick..." As soon as she spoke, her voice vibrated uncontrollably, the remnant of lingering fear. "Its me."

If he had not happened to pass by here, Amelia's head would have been split open.

He glanced up the stairs but saw no one up there.

Patrick's deep gaze then fell on the top of Amelia's head. "What happened?"

Amelia calmed down and said, her voice faintly shaking, "Nothing..."

"You'd better tell me the truth." He whipped her face toward him in impatience. Noticing her pale-stricken face, Patrick controlled his irascibility a little. "Don't tell me that you were so dumb to trip and fall on your own?"

Amelia hesitated for a while and said, "Yes, I fell because I was dumb."

"Is that so?" But he seemed to have heard Maryanne's voice just now.

Amelia looked away and said apprehensively, "Yes..."

Why couldn't she say Maryanne's name?

That was because Patrick's methods of revenge were too bloody and cruel. She could not accept it.

Hearing her, Patrick felt that something was wrong. Milton and Sierra had no motives to hurt her at all. Unless it was Maryanne...

But if it was really Maryanne who pushed her down, then there was no need for Amelia to cover for her. Did Amelia actually fall by herself?

"I'm fine now. Let me go," Amelia said. This time, she was much calmer than before.

She had to admit that she was getting bolder and bolder. Maybe it was because she had gone through a lot of things.

Patrick asked uncertainly, "Are you really okay?"

"I'm all right. Let's hurry up and leave." With her face blanched, Amelia thought of leaving The Cook family as quickly as possible for the first time.

Patrick slowly released his grip from her chest and waist and chose to hold her left hand. However, he found that she was far less composed than she appeared to be, for her palm was sweating profusely.

He took a step forward as if he had noticed nothing. Amelia followed and strode towards him naturally as her hand was clasped in Patrick's.

The next second, she let out a hiss...

"What's wrong?" Patrick turned around quickly.

Amelia lowered her attention to stare at the heel of her left foot, a painful expression on her face.

Seeing this, Patrick decisively put her arm around his neck and carried her in his arms.

"You..." Amelia stared at him in surprise.

"What? You didn't even look at Milton like this when he touched his face!" Patrick said gloomily.

As her husband, he was stared at by her in alarm even when he carried her. How could he not get angry?

"It's not like that..." Amelia wanted to explain, but she did not know how to start.

Eventually, she leaned her sullen head into his arms and closed her eyes.

Through the fabric and his skin, she could clearly feel his chest violently rising and falling. She knew that Patrick was enraged.

"Alas, let him lecture me as he likes. I made him worry this time," thought Amelia.

Seeing her lying in his arms with her eyes closed and not responding, Patrick's fury continued to emanate.

Just as he was about to teach Amelia a lesson, her hair drew along her figure, flowed softly down his chest and to his arm...

Her soft, silky hair swept across the exposed skin on his arm, first numbing his arms, his limbs, and then into his bones, all the way to the bottom of his heart.

"This rogue, showing the white feather when you don't want to face the problem!" Patrick thought.

After cursing at her in his mind, Patrick held her in his arms and left in a hurry.

Outside The Cook family's house.

Huxton was waiting in the car at the same spot. As soon as Huxton's sharp eyes caught sight of Patrick walking out with Amelia in his arms, he felt a chill run down his spine. Huxton quickly climbed out of the car and sprinted towards them.

After running some distance, Huxton did not even pause to catch his breath. He first looked at the coldfaced Patrick, then at Amelia. She was lying on his chest as if she was asleep. Huxton asked with concern, "Mr. Hopper, what happened?"

Patrick glanced at Amelia and noticed that she had encircled her hands around his torso. This act of attachment had Patrick in a mess.

He had wanted to bring up what happened and satirize Amelia, but he did not utter a word. Instead, he looked up at Huxton and said, "We'll talk about it when we get back."

Not long after they got into the car, Amelia fell asleep for real because Patrick's body was so comfortable, although she was merely pretending to be asleep before.

When he looked down and saw that her eyes were no longer rolling around, Patrick lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. He whispered with a sigh, "You troublemaker. Don't think that you'll be fine just because you're asleep."

On the other side, The Cook family.

Maryanne stood in front of the French window from the second floor and watched as the Lamborghini disappeared into the night. She felt like she had fallen into an ice cave and caught on a floating wood out of luck.

However, she did not feel lucky that she had survived the fall. On the contrary, she felt as if a great calamity was awaiting her.

She had pushed Amelia down the stairs!

She pushed the wife whom Patrick Hopper so adored down the stairs!

How did she dare to do such a thing?

Maryanne sat down on the ground dejectedly, ending up curling her body in extreme fear...

At Land of Fragrance.

After the car stopped, Patrick returned straight to the master bedroom with Amelia in his arms.

He placed her on the bed, pulled a chair, and sat next to her. He then took off the pair of stilettos.

Amelia only felt a shot of pain from her heel that spread over her body in her dream, forcing her to open her eyes at once.

When she woke up, the scene in front of her made her want to pass back out again.

She was greeted with Patrick holding up her left foot, with his eyes focused on her the back of her heel.

She went out in a long dress tonight...

"Let me go!" Amelia thought the posture was shameful.

Hearing Amelia, who seemed to stir awake from her dream, Patrick slowly moved his line of sight away into her shy, flustered watery eyes. "You're awake?"

Amelia asked angrily, "Why are you grabbing my foot?"

Patrick replied, "You're injured. I'm about to apply medicine to your wound."

Amelia came to her realization. "I was injured?"