Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 532

The girl in the photo looked innocent and obedient. 'She' would not mind wherever he touched, and would just let him handle her in 'silence1...

'She' was not like Amelia herself at all.

At this thought, Patrick could not help but look up at Amelia.

At the same time, Amelia was peeking over her shoulder cautiously and happened to catch Patrick's bright eyes. He was not sleepy at all.

She could not help but feel dejected.

Glancing at the despondence on her face, Patrick leisurely said to her, "Haven't you found it yet? It's okay. Take your time, I'm not sleepy yet."

At this, Amelia gave up stalling time, hastily grabbed the set of underwear, and rushed into the bathroom!

Ten minutes after...

Amelia pulled open the bathroom door and emerged from it. But she was too shy, especially when she saw herself in front of the mirror in the bathroom, so she chose to wear a bathrobe over it. Patrick saw her robe and raised his eyebrows in anticipation. "Where's the thing I want?"

"Inside." Amelia pointed at the neckline of the bathrobe.

Patrick rubbed his chin and said, "You wore a bathrobe on purpose. Perhaps you want me get on with it myself? Interesting, maybe that will tempt me even more."

Amelia was flustered in horror. She did not wear the bathrobe to seduce him!

"Come here!" Patrick looked at his shy wife and thought about where he should start to 'devour' her.

What else could Amelia do?

She could only comfort herself by telling herself that it was all for the baby. She raised her right arm and wrapped it around her left arm as she slowly approached him. Before she could get any closer to him, Patrick stretched out his hand and tugged at the sleeve of her robe, causing Amelia to fall into his chest.

After a few heartbeats, Amelia raised her head with her messed-up hair and looked at him. "Wait for a moment!"

Patrick's hand stopped abruptly in the air. He then asked, displeased, "What's wrong? You want to go back on your words?"

Amelia shook his head, "No, I just hope that you won't play too many tricks!"

So it was not a rejection?

Patrick put on a better tone and said, "What else?"

Amelia continued her requests, "That it won't take too long!"

Patrick followed up, "And?"

Here came the key point!

Amelia blushed and said, "Not too frequent!"

The corner of Patrick's lips curled into a smile. "Okay..." As if he would agree to that.

Amelia looked relieved and said, "Well, you have to walk the talk..."

But sorry, the rest of her words were all swallowed by Patrick.

Tick took, tick took...

As the night darkened, Amelia cursed at the man with a feeble voice, "You're such a liar..."

"Good girl, one more time for tonight," Patrick smirked handsomely and continued his meal...

He proved to her that the words of a man should never be trusted, especially when the man was named 'Patrick Hopper'.

At six in the morning.

Patrick opened his eyes and saw that Amelia was sleeping with her back to him. He frowned and put a strong arm on her shoulder. With a slight force, she turned around.

Her hands were soft on the side of her face, her hair hung silkily onto her chest, and even her breathing was gentle...

Reaching out, he held a bunch of her hair and started twirling it between his fingers. Patrick realized that the woman's entire body was as supple as her hair, exert a little more force and she would whine that it hurt.

When he got worried about her, he would relax a little and she would slip through his fingers. But when he could not stand it and punished her harshly, she would hold her tears until his temper was ground away. What a nuisance!

Letting go of her hair, Patrick brushed her wet bangs away lightly that was covering her forehead, revealing the spot between her brows. He planted a gentle kiss on it.

As if she could not escape his adoration even in her dreams, Amelia frowned and mumbled, "Stop messing around..."

Patrick laughed and bit her ear on purpose. He murmured, "Mrs. Hopper, I want more..."

Amelia broke out in a shiver as if she was struggling to wake up.

Since he genuinely did not want to wake her up, Patrick stopped teasing her.

He then got out of bed and put on a nightgown that he got from the wardrobe, opened the door, and left.

Downstairs, Huxton, who was sound asleep on the sofa, immediately opened his eyes when he heard the movement. "Mr. Hopper."

"Hmm." Patrick's voice was hoarse and still had the linger of passion.

Hearing this, Huxton poured a cup of warm water and handed it to him respectfully. "Mr. Hopper, you've been screaming all night. Are you thirsty?"

Patrick's hand and the cup trembled lightly. "Have you ever heard a man shout all night long?"

Huxton answered truthfully, "No, I haven't. I just think your voice is worn out, from the sound of it."

Patrick sat down and slowly took a sip of water.

Then he drawled thoughtfully, "It's time to find you a woman."

Huxton refused without hesitation. "Sir, I don't need one!"

Patrick smiled and said, "Well, do you like men then?"

Huxton said, unswayed, "I simply don't want a woman to distract me. I want to serve you better!"

Patrick's face softened and said, "Fine, I won't force you."

Huxton breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "By the way, Sir, you seemed to have something on your mind when you carried Mrs. Hopper out of the house from The Cook family last night?" Patrick tightened his grip on the cup. He first recounted how Amelia had fallen off the stairs. Then he added coldly, "I suspect someone was trying to harm her."

"But The Cook family doesn't seem to have any motive to harm Mrs. Hopper," Huxton said.

"Indeed, so there's only one suspect for you to investigate." After a pause, Patrick gracefully spat out the person's name, "Maryanne Smith."

"I'll go check it out right now!" Huxton straightened up, called a team of men in black along with him, and disappeared out of Land of Fragrance. Morning, nine o'clock.

As Amelia rubbed her waist and descended downstairs to have breakfast, Patrick had just come back from his morning jog. When they caught sight of each other, they both gave one another their most honest reaction.

Patrick approached with an evil smirk, and Amelia stumbled back in panic.

However, thanked to Amelia's 'short' and 'sore' legs, Amelia failed to escape from the pursuit from the 'long-legged'.

After a while, the game of tag came to an end.

Amelia sincerely wanted to get away, but Patrick took it as a kind of game. Like a cheetah, the cheetah would hide in patience if the prey was immobile. But once the prey started to flee, the cheetah pounced on it right away!

Just at this moment....

Patrick clamped both of Amelia's hands with one of his and wrapped around her waist with another. He buried his face in her hair and brushed the tip of his nose against her nape. "Running away from the sight of me? Am I that scary?"