Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 541

Huxton stopped her and said, "Mrs. Hopper, please be careful about your safety."

Amelia thundered furiously, "Go to hell with your safety! It's hard to say whether or not I'll still be alive!"

"Mrs. Hopper, please don't use foul language. Mr. Hopper won't like to hear them," replied Huxton again. Before Amelia lost her temper, Huxton promptly said, "I have other things to attend to. Please excuse me."

When they brushed past each other, Amelia suddenly raised her hand and stopped Huxton. "What's wrong with your face?" Huxton simply answered, "Nothing much."

Amelia glanced at the study and seemed to understand what had happened. "Could it be that you were beaten by Patrick?" Huxton shook his head.

Amelia took as he was upholding his dignity as she snickered and said, "Who asked you to tell on me all day long? You deserve it!" Huxton said in a low voice, "As long as you're happy, Mrs. Hopper."

Seeing his serene face, Amelia was puzzled and asked, "You were beaten, shouldn't you feel angry? Are you a human?"

"I'm a human." After giving her a brief answer, Huxton asked coldly, "Mrs. Hopper, is there anything else you need me to do?"

Amelia puckered her lips in boredom. "It's fine. You have something to do, don't you? Go ahead!"

Huxton descended downstairs.

Amelia hesitated in her spot for a moment, then raised her hand and knocked on the door to the study.

A moment later, a voice sounded from inside, "Come in."

Awkwardly, Amelia turned the doorknob. After all, she had just quarreled with Patrick.

In the study, Patrick heard the sound of the door opening and thought that it was Huxton who had returned. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the tasty prey. With an intrigued smile hanging on the corner of his lips, Patrick sat and watched as the prey slowly approached him, waiting for her to fall into his territory. "What can I do for you?" He still kept his cold tone on the surface.

Amelia put her hands behind her back and muttered, "I... I came to ask for the phone."

He scanned her uneasy face with his dark phoenix eyes. Patrick said with a poker face, "I have a lot of phones here. Which one do you want?"

Amelia pouted and said, "Dr. Scarlett's."

"Dr. Scarlett?"

"Well, Huxton promised Dr. Scarlett that as soon as she finished work, he would give it back to her. She is waiting downstairs now."

Patrick thought for a moment and reached out to pull open the drawer in front of him. He looked up at Amelia and said, "Dr. Scarlett's cell phone is here. If you want it, come and get it yourself."

Amelia sensed danger in his eyes. She shook her head in alarm and refused, "No, I'll just stand here. Just pass me the phone, I need to give it to Dr. Scarlett as soon as possible. Otherwise, it'll be too late and it won't be safe for her to go home alone."

Looking at Amelia across the desk, Patrick rascally said, "My hands are too sore and weak now. I can't hand the phone over to you. Come here yourself."

Amelia felt displeased and said, "You're just making up an excuse!"

Patrick spread his hands and did not deny it. He was making it clear that even if it was an excuse, so what?

Amelia was enraged and wanted to turn around and leave, but she could not leave without Dr. Scarlett's phone.

In the end, she could only walk over to him, lowered her head, and rummaged through the drawer for the phone.

Seeing that she was obediently obeying him, Patrick ceased being polite.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and Amelia could no longer escape.

Sh*t! Why were there so many documents in this drawer? Where were the mobile phones?

Amelia wanted to find the phone and leave as soon as possible, so she did not notice Patrick's little actions.

Wait! Why were her thighs itching?

Amelia looked down and her face darkened. Why were Patrick's hands so unruly? Why was he feeling her thighs everywhere?

"Can you please don't touch me? I'm working on

something!"

Patrick took the opportunity to smile at her and said, "I'm also working on something."

"If you keep acting like this, I won't go easy on you!"

She could not calm down enough to look for the phone if he kept touching her all over the place like this!

Patrick licked his lips seductively. "How are you going to be less easy on me? If you plan to ruin me physically, I'm more than happy to comply. If it's masochism, I'll try to cooperate with you." Amelia's face flushed red all the way down to the base of her neck. She glared at him, speechless, then lowered her eyes to search the drawer more hastily, to get away from this evil man as soon as possible. However, after combing through the drawer for a long time, Amelia was still unable to find Dr. Scarlett's phone. She asked Patrick gloomily, "Where's the phone?"

Patrick replied leisurely, "Isn't it in the drawer?"

Amelia refuted, "But I couldn't find it!"

Patrick looked as if he had an epiphany and said, "Maybe I've remembered it wrongly, the phone's not in this drawer."

Amelia gnashed her teeth and said, "Then where is

it?"

Patrick simply pointed to another drawer and said, "Maybe in there."

Amelia raised her voice, "Maybe?" That was to say he was unsure about where it was?

Discerning the doubt in her voice, Patrick said helplessly, "I'm very busy, I can't give all my attention to a phone. Moreover, I care less about it since it's another woman's phone. Isn't it?"

At this, Amelia could not get angry at him. Instead, she felt a tinge of warmth welling up in her heart.

She snorted. "It's in that drawer, right? I'll trust you one more time!"

The drawer was to the left of Patrick, and Amelia was standing on his right. She was in a hurry, so she bent over directly and stretched out to the drawer.

This way, her upper body almost clung to Patrick's knees, just like how a child threw a tantrum on an adult's lap whenever they whined.

The woolen coat rolled up as Amelia extended her arm and a small patch of supple, white skin of her back was exposed to Patrick.

Patrick used two of his fingers and measured her waist in the air, realizing that her waist was really small. There were faint finger marks and hickeys scattered on it, all the result of his recklessness every time he got lost in passion at night.

Amelia, who was looking for the phone, was rubbing her chest on Patrick's thighs half-consciously.

Sometimes, when she grazed over the key parts, she did not notice it either. Just like this, the man enjoyed to his heart's content, and he wished she could keep searching for the phone forever. "Hah!" Patrick did not let Amelia down this time. She grabbed the phone and climbed down from his lap. Kneeling on the ground, she waved the phone at him and said, "I've found it. I'm leaving now!" But just as Amelia got up, because of the sudden change in movement, she swayed dizzyingly.

Patrick saw her wavering, and a glint crossed his eyes. He encircled her wrist with his hand, tugged her gently, and immediately pulled her into his arms.

Noticing that she had stumbled and slumped onto Patrick's lap, Amelia simply leaned against his chest for a few seconds before opening her eyes and saying, "Thank you, you can let me go now..."