Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 537

Patrick got up and grabbed hold of Amelia's collar the opposite of him with his long arms. He tugged her straight to in front of his face and growled with his reddened eyes, "Since you knew that, then you should understand how much I want to skin Maryanne alive!"

He exerted a lot of strength and lost control. His nails even scratched her throat behind her collar, which singed with pain.

However, she did not care. She knew that Patrick's anger stemmed entirely from his concern for her, no longer because of his suspicion and doubts.

"For the sake of our unborn baby, I beg you to be nicer towards others." Amelia looked at him and said.

The hand that gripped her collar trembled and was almost convinced.

Amelia saw that he wavered, so she laid her hand on the back of his hand and advised, "If you want to punish Maryanne, you can totally make up an excuse to imprison her and have her reflect on herself for a period of time. But why do you have to make a scene? Both you and I won't be able to explain to the Smith and the Cook families."

Patrick's resolute expression remained. If he wanted to, he could handle this without leaving a trace behind. Just like how he managed with Meggie back then, her parents were still grateful to him for it until

now.

But Amelia was begging him. Not only did she use herself to plead with him, but she also used their future baby. No matter how callous he was, he could not help but be moved by her at this moment.

After a while, he gradually loosened her collar and said, as if he was giving in, "Okay, for your sake, I can spare her life. As for whether I will hurt her or not, it depends on her sincerity." "Okay!" said Amelia, very satisfied with the answer.

The atmosphere at the dining table harmonized as time passed. Amelia kept on picking dishes that Patrick favored and put them in his bowl.

When she encountered dishes like seafood, she would peel them before feeding him after dipping them in wasabi and soy sauce. Patrick accepted them all.

Feeling pleased by being served by Amelia, it actually gave Patrick the idea of threatening her with Maryanne for the rest of her life.

At the same time, noticing Patrick's slowed pace in eating, Amelia asked with concern, "Why did you stop eating? Did I put too much spices?"

Watching his sullen face glowering at her, Amelia hastily scooped a bowl full of fish soup, spooned it, blew it carefully, and then fed it to Patrick's mouth. "Drink up, lubricate your throat." Patrick parted his thin lips, and the delicious soup slid off the spoon into his throat.

Amelia asked patiently, "Better? Do you want more?"

Patrick looked at her with an inscrutable expression.

He did not know that she could take care of someone so meticulously. Ironically, she was doing all this to try to save a murderer who almost killed her!

He could not help but ask, "Why are you so good to Maryanne?"

Upon hearing this, Amelia felt that their previous conversation had been in vain. She put down the bowl and said with a heavy head, "I thought I had made it clear enough."

"Why?" Patrick pressed on. He would not feel at ease if he did not get to the bottom of it.

Amelia said frankly, "I'm doing this for Aunt Sierra and Milton. Of course, for Hobart's dignity too."

Patrick said, discontented, "What dignity of Hobart?"

Amelia frowned and thought for a while. "You're right. I take back the second half of my statement."

Only then did Patrick's frown relax a little. "You don't allow me to hurt Maryanne because of Milton and his mother. So, your love for him extends to his family, doesn't it?"

Amelia felt that the question was a trap. As she was thinking about an answer that would appease him, he suddenly said, "Continue feeding."

Following Patrick's gaze towards the half bowl of fish soup that was getting cold, Amelia quickly responded, "Oh, okay!"

Actually, Patrick had already gotten the answer from Amelia's expression that she did care about Milton and Sierra. Instead of spoiling his mood from listening to her admit it, it was better to focus on the beauty and the delightful food in front of him.

One was feeding, and the other was receiving. Before they knew it, the bowl of fish soup had already reached its bottom.

When Amelia was putting the spoon back in the bowl, she caught a glimpse of a drop of soup dripping off Patrick's lips. Before it could trickle down, she leaned forward to suck it in a haste.

Patrick's glare darkened, and his tongue invited her lips with passion!

Amelia was shocked for a moment, then closed her eyes and obediently welcomed his deep kiss...

Patrick was annoyed! Since this hard-won kiss was also for Milton and Sierra!

Patrick sulked as he tasted her sweetness more unbridledly. He was imagining how Milton would fail to recover and die from his illness!

At this moment, the cell phone in Amelia's pocket rang.

Startled, Amelia subconsciously turned her head away and said with a blush, "Oh, I... I'll go pick up the call."

Patrick chuckled and said, "Hurry up. You still have to kiss me after."

Taking out her cell phone, Amelia saw 'Milton' on the screen, and in a flash, her phone was already in Patrick's hand.

She stared at him in surprise. "Why did you take my phone away?"

The mobile phone was still ringing.

Patrick declined the call right away and said, "Send a text to Milton and say that it's not convenient for you to answer the phone now. And tell him not to call again." Amelia retorted, "But I'm free now!"

Patrick answered aggressively, "You're not free because your time now belongs to me."

The phone, which had only been silent for two seconds, rang again.

Amelia bit her lower lip. She had wanted to ask Milton if anything happened to Maryanne.

Handing the phone to her, Patrick said with a faint smile, "If you don't do as I say, then what I said before will be invalid."

"I promise!" Amelia took the phone abruptly, looked at the name on the screen, and pressed the red button against her will.

Not missing a beat, she then sent a perfunctory but seemingly ordinary response message to Milton.

The phone did not ring again. Just a dozen seconds later, a new text message popped up.

Amelia was about to take a look at it when Patrick said, "Give me your phone."

Amelia's hand, which was holding the mobile phone, hurled to behind her back in an instant, "It's... mine."

"But you're mine." With this, Patrick spread out his flawless hand.

Usually, Amelia would never tolerate this request from him. But this time, she had to make sure Patrick would still abide to her request, so she could only hand over the phone to him.

He put her mobile phone into his pocket casually and said, "Go ahead and eat, I'm done."

Amelia touched her hollow belly. She had only nibbled a little when she was concentrated on serving food to Patrick. Now that he was full, she did not hesitate, picked up the fork, and started to wolf down the food.

After the meal, Dr. Scarlett accompanied Amelia to a walk with Patrick's permission. The premise was that Huxton had to be with them all of the time, and they were not allowed to leave the scope of Land of Fragrance.