Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 533

Amelia dodged and said in disgust, "Don't get close to me! You smell of sweat. It's stinky!"

"Stinky? This is clearly the smell of a real man!" Patrick deliberately put his sweaty face close to her, and she got so flustered that she screamed. She could do nothing about it either. "I just finished showering. Don't make me dirty!"

Patrick whistled and said, "No wonder Mrs. Hopper smells so good. It turns out it's because she had showered."

Amelia was still angry with him for going back on his words last night. Hearing this, she retorted, "Women still smell good even if we don't take a shower, you stinky man!"

"Alright then, I'll take a bath now and see if I can smell as fragrant as Mrs. Hopper. I don't want to be a stinky man."

Patrick enjoyed this moment of simple happiness in the occasional fun bicker with her.

"Go, go!" Amelia had long wanted to drive him away.

Seeing that she was so eager for him to leave, Patrick suddenly felt reluctant to let her escape from him like this.

He deliberately asked, "Isn't there my sweat on your neck?"

Amelia wiped her hand on her neck against her will, and indeed the few strands of wet hair were clinging to her neck. "Can you not say it out loud? It's disgusting..." Patrick curled his lips and said, "It seems that you need to take a shower too."

Amelia's dazzling eyes widened. "And it's all because of you!"

He should have gone straight to the bathroom after coming back from his jog! Why did he have come close to her with his sweaty body? It was not as if she was a towel!

Patrick once again revealed a smirk that terrified Amelia. "Look, I need to take a shower, and you need to too. Why don't we have a shower together?"

Amelia replied right away, "No! There are so many bathrooms at home. You go back to your room and shower, and I'll go back to mine, okay?"

Patrick opposed, "That's a waste of water."

Amelia felt ridiculous by his remark and asked, "Is there a water shortage at home?"

Patrick replied, deadpanned, "There isn't, but we have the duty to avoid wasting water of our country."

If she continued to refuse, she would become a

criminal who wasted the country's resources, wouldn't she?

"By the way, your foot..." Patrick's attention shifted to Amelia's left foot as if he was in deep thought about something.

Amelia felt that the opportunity to reject had come. She pointed at her plastered foot and said to Patrick, "Oh yea, my leg is injured. I have to be very careful when showering. I'll take a shower myself so that you won't have to worry about my injury."

Patrick said sincerely, "Precisely because of your injured foot, and because you're clumsy, I can't rest assured. How about this? Until your foot recovers, I'll shower with you and help you lift your foot in case it gets infected by water."

Amelia fell silent.

Seeing that she was too maddened to speak, Patrick took advantage of her lack of response. "So, you agree? Come on, let your husband carry you upstairs."

At the same time, the doorbell rang twice at the door. Amelia, who was about to flee, said to Patrick in surprise, "My dear husband, there's a guest here. I'll go open the door. You can go ahead and take a shower yourself."

Patrick still held out his hand, ready to carry her up. "Honey, don't worry about it. Just let my men get to

it."

Amelia took a step back to avoid his keenness. "Dear, no, they are so fierce. It's not good to scare our guests. I'll go and take care of it."

Patrick felt that it was a drag and looked at Amelia. He then slowly put his hands back into the pockets of his sweatpants and said, "I guess I'll have to wait until tonight when it's just the two of us and enjoy then."

Amelia had other opinions about the word 'enjoy'.

Because every time, it was Patrick who 'enjoyed' and she was always 'being enjoyed'!

However, she got to at least escape from this tribulation. Amelia smiled brightly and said, "Then you go take a bath quickly. I'll go and see who's here."

Patrick stared at her scurrying away, wondering why his wife seemed to be getting more afraid of him recently.

What he did not know was that he took his three 'meals' every day without regard to the time and location. Moreover, his method of having his meal' was out of this world. The slender body of Amelia could not take it, so how could she not run away whenever she saw him?

On the other side, Amelia opened the door. She was confused at first, but a surprised expression quickly appeared on her face. "Dr. Scarlett!"

The woman standing at the door was Dr. Scarlett Jagger, whom Amelia had made an appointment with to help them buildup their health from that day onwards.

Dr. Scarlett was wearing an ordinary plaid shirt with a blue short coat over it and a pair of straight pants, which made her look much younger than when she wore the large white coat in the hospital. "Good morning, Mrs. Hopper." Dr. Scarlett greeted politely.

"Dr. Scarlett, you're finally here!" said Amelia with a look of gratitude.

"Mrs. Hopper, what's wrong?" When Dr. Scarlett saw Amelia was looking at her as if she was meeting a close relative, she could not help but wonder if this place was the rumored lion's den.

"Ah, nothing..." Amelia quickly adjusted her excited facial expression and returned to her usual composed self.

The reason why she was so delighted was that there was finally another woman other than her in this house!

There were countless common topics between women. She would not be bored at home anymore!

At the thought of this, Amelia got even more thrilled. Holding Scarlett's hand, she pulled her into the house and said, "Dr. Scarlett, please come in."

"Oh, okay." Although Doctor Scarlett was curious about Amelia's enthusiasm, she obediently followed her.

As soon as she stepped into the house, Doctor Scarlett was hit by an indescribable sense of suffocation came. She looked ahead and saw that, from the second floor, there stood two men in black facing her, who were each about 1.8 meters in height. Even through her sunglasses, she could feel their murderous ferocity.

Amelia squatted in front of the shoe cabinet and helped Doctor Scarlett pick out a pair of suitable cotton slippers. When she turned around, she found Dr. Scarlett's frigid body. She waved her hand in front of her eyes with concern and asked, "Dr. Scarlett? Are you okay?"

Scarlett who pulled back to her senses, said, "Ah? I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Amelia put the slippers at Doctor Scarlett's feet and said, "Nothing much. Here are your shoes."

"Thank you." Dr. Scarlett changed into them, trembling.

Amelia added, "Let's talk in the living room." "Okay." Dr. Scarlett followed Amelia, feeling out of ease. The further she went in the house, the faster her heart thumped.

She felt like she had broken into the home of a gangster boss. Why were there be so many bald men in full black clothing?

No wonder Amelia's expression was that way when she saw Scarlett. Amelia was a prisoner in this house!