Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 531

"Yea, the skin on the heel chafed a little."

In fact, it was more than a little. Patrick was distressed just by looking at it, but he did not say it.

"Oh..." No wonder it was painful when she walked. "Where's the ointment?"

Patrick licked his alluring thin lips and said wickedly, "My saliva."

"Don't even think about it!" Amelia flushed red, and she had the desire to kick at his handsome face.

Feeling her left foot grappling in his palm, a trace of coldness flashed across his eyes. He tightened his fingers and dug deeper into her heel. She frowned in pain and shouted, "It hurts!"

Patrick answered coldly, "Since you know it hurts, then don't say things that I don't like to hear."

If her foot had not been in his hands, she wanted to jump up and hit him. "I don't know what you like or don't like to hear!"

"Don't say anything that refuses me!"

She had nothing to say then.

Although he wanted to see if cleaning the wound with saliva was actually effective, Amelia would

definitely scold him a freak afterward.

Regretfully, he placed her left foot back on the bed. Patrick glared at her and said roughly, "I'll go get the first aid kit. You stay here."

Amelia had no time to respond to him. She was busy adjusting her long dress.

Less than a minute after Patrick left, he came back with the kit in his hands.

He sat back on the chair and said cooly, "Your foot."

He held a bottle of liquid merbromine in his left hand and a sterilizing cotton swab in his right. He did not have a free hand to grab at her foot.

Amelia glanced at him and asked, "Where do you want me to put my foot?"

"On my lap," Patrick said graciously.

"Oh," Amelia said and put her foot on his thigh in embarrassment.

"Turn over," Patrick said.

Amelia went along and flipped over onto her belly.

At this time, her upper body buried in the blanket while her lower body was on Patrick's lap. The injured heel came into sight as Amelia turned over, making it convenient for him to treat the wound. In the process of treating her wound, the solution stung Amelia's injury and she let out a hiss.

Patrick's hand paused, and he sounded irritated, "You're the one who asked for it. Who told you to be careless when going down the stairs?"

"I..." Amelia looked back at him, aggrieved. "I didn't do it on purpose."

Patrick said with a somber look, "Do you know? You would have split your head open with a boom in another few seconds!"

This ill-intentioned man was deliberately trying to scare her, but she could not get back at him. She could only thank him and said, "You made up for the few seconds just in time. Thank you." Patrick pursed his lips and lowered his head, continuing with what he was doing.

Seeing that he did not lecture her again, Amelia felt guilty instead. "Mr. Hopper, I'm sorry for worrying you."

Patrick threw her a glance at her and said, "Will you still dare to disdain me for asking the bodyguards to follow you?"

Amelia replied in a small voice, "Whether I like it or not, you'll continue to send them to follow me anyway..."

Hearing the unwillingness in her words, Patrick's arrogance emerged again, "That's right! I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm merely informing you.

The bodyguards will be only three meters away from you whenever you go out, as compared to the preagreed twenty meters. They can deal with any emergency at any time this way!" "Can they still be twenty meters away?" Amelia negotiated.

Patrick threw the things away from his hands and covered her small calve with his enormous warm palm. With lightning in his eyes, he said, "Possible."

Amelia's eyes lit up. "Really?"

After the joy, she felt particularly pathetic. Patrick had completely defeated her in this game of tug-of-war.

She went from insisting that she needed no bodyguards to being satisfied if the bodyguards could be twenty meters away from her.

He gently caressed Amelia's calf with his slender and long index finger. Patrick rumbled deeply, "You can convince me."

His hinting paralyzed her. "Then I can promise you."

Under his aggressive glare, Amelia quickly added, "But my foot is injured. I'm afraid I can't do it tonight! Let's do it another day!"

Patrick narrowed his eyes dangerously. "No! I want it now! Immediately!" "But..." Amelia moved her left foot in an attempt to arouse his sympathy. Patrick had been waiting for this for a night. He would not let her escape just like this. "No 'but's. I have ways to leave your left foot alone."

"Then..." Amelia pouted and said very pitifully, "Do it then."

Patrick replied calmly, "I have a request."

Amelia was dismayed. "What request?"

Patrick curled his lips and said, "Put on the most interesting pajamas you have in the wardrobe."

"Which one?" Amelia asked in confusion.

"The set you and Jessica bought from the night market." Patrick had a deep impression of that.

A few seconds later, the image of the pajamas that resembled underwear floated to Amelia's mind. She retorted, "That's not pajamas at all! They're just rags that barely cover anything!"

Patrick had a burning look in his eyes. "But I want to see it."

He had wanted to see it for a long time, but he never had a chance.

"Your interests are truly..." Amelia could not find a suitable word to describe him.

Patrick responded composedly, "Don't forget that you bought it yourself. I just followed through and

found a chance for you to wear it."

So he was blaming it on her?

Looking at her furrowed brows, Patrick said slowly, "If you don't cooperate, I'll ask them to carry out the order of twenty meters to three meters tomorrow onward. This way, no matter where you go, you'll have a scenery to look at..."

"I'll change!" Amelia imagined being followed by more than thirty bald, fit men everywhere she went and shivered.

"Then hurry up." Seeing the goal was achieved, Patrick let go of her foot and let her get onto it.

Under his relenting gaze, Amelia went to the wardrobe barefoot and slowly rummaged through the closet for the pajamas that he had requested.

Patrick looked at her back and thought that it did not matter even if she purposely waste time finding it until the next morning. He had a lot of time to spend with her anyway.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Patrick took out his phone from his pocket, turned on the camera, and began to take photos of all of her movements from the back.

Looking at her tiny figure on the ground through the camera, Patrick itched to pick her up onto the bed and take a bite after bite of her.

After taking more than twenty photos at one go, Patrick inspected the photos he had taken. Each of the photo's posture and angle was identical, but he looked through them with satisfaction.

Amelia squatted in front of the wardrobe for a long time until any sign of movement ceased behind her. She was delighted at the thought of Patrick getting so bored that he fell asleep. But what she did not know was that he was only fully immersed in the photos of her.