Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 547

With that, Patrick strode a confident step forward.

He had just happened to step on the toothpaste that had not been cleaned yet. As a result, he slipped and his whole body staggered.

Amelia bit her lip hard that to hold back her laughter.

Patrick grabbed the sink with his hand and stabilized himself. He was furious with embarrassment and glared at Amelia, "What are you laughing at?" Amelia blinked innocently and asked, "Did I laugh?"

She tried so hard to contain her laughter to the point where it hurt her internally. She was sure that she did not let out even a smile.

Patrick's voice sounded as if he were forcing his words out. "Amelia Ramsay! I know you're laughing!"

Amelia glanced at him, suddenly sat on the ground, and burst out in laughter!

Since he was dead sure that she was laughing at him, then instead of suppressing herself, she would rather laugh her heart out!

A shadow loomed over Patrick's face. The beauty of that previous moment turned into nothingness as his adoration for her twisted into the desire of strangling her.

He began his insult. "Are you done laughing? Even your gums are showing!"

"Ah!" Amelia pursed her lips on reflex. After all, image was important for a woman.

This time, it was Patrick's turn to laugh. He said, "You laugh even when you know you're ugly when you do it."

Amelia threw her hands up and said, "I may look ugly when I laugh, but it's less ugly than when you made a fool of yourself."

Patrick was so enraged that he kicked the dirty slipper in front of Amelia and ordered, "Clean it up for me!"

Amelia stared at the large slipper and said in a playful tone, "Are you pleading to me to do this?"

Patrick expressed proudly, "I'm ordering you!"

Hearing this, Amelia immediately became unhappy and said, "Oh, then I'm sorry. You'd better ask Huxton to wash it for you tomorrow."

"I want you to wash it for me! Here, take the two of them!"

With that, Patrick kicked the other slipper that was not stained. This time, he had overexerted his strength. The slippers bounced back from the ground and hit Amelia in her knee.

Seeing that she was hit, a hint of distress flashed across Patrick's eyes, but he soon resumed his haughty look of indifference.

She rubbed her knees. Although it did not hurt a lot, Amelia felt a little uncomfortable.

If she was displeased, then naturally, she would vent her anger. So, she threw Patrick's slippers back at him one by one. "B*stard, if you want to wash them, then you can do it yourself. I won't serve you!" At such a close distance, Patrick could only dodge one of the slippers. The sole of the other slippers landed firmly on his left chest. It was even the one with the toothpaste on it!

Patrick, who was germophobic, could not stand it. He shook off his pajamas and tossed it onto Amelia's head. He was so maddened that he said, "Wash that too! Otherwise, you're not allowed to sleep!" "Lunatic!" With his pajama hung over her head, Amelia glowered at Patrick through the gaps with a pair of watery eyes ignited with fury.

Patrick's arms and chest were bare. "I'm a lunatic. What can you do about it?"

D*mn it!

Amelia lowered her head and looked around. She wanted to see if there was anything she could throw to Patrick. However, she had already cleaned up the floor. There was nothing she could find as a hidden weapon.

That was not true! She still had herself!

Gritting her teeth, Amelia stood up from the ground and flung herself forward right into Patrick's chest!

The saying was true, birds of a feather flocked together.

Just as Amelia was so outraged to use herself as the hidden weapon, she followed Patrick's footsteps and accidentally stepped on the little smear of toothpaste on the ground. As her body swayed, her lips directly fell onto the left pec of Patrick's chest.

The feeling on her lips, how to describe it...

Wait a minute, why was she in the mood to study this now?

When Amelia came back to her senses, her first reaction was to cover her face and run away, but she found herself quickly trapped in Patrick's arms. He lowered his eyes and frowned at her. "You thug, were you feeling me up just now?"

"Ah, no... It was just an accident!" Amelia admitted that she could not bear the title of a female 'thug'.

"Just admit that you have been drooling over my body for a long time, am I right?" The hinting in

Patrick's eyes drifted and teased her playfully.

It was no wonder that Patrick would say so. Because every time they did things of that sort, except when Amelia occasional interest to kiss his face, she rarely 'intruded' into other uncharted territories. Now that the precious opportunity had landed itself directly into his arms, he had to teach her a lesson.

Amelia gave a dry laugh and said, "It's quite crude to say that I 'drool' over you. It's just appreciation, appreciation!"

"You appreciate it, don't you? Okay! Come on, I'll give you a chance to fully appreciate it." Patrick emphasized the word 'fully'.

Amelia ruefully explained, "Ah... Okay, then let go of me first. So that I can see your body clearly."

Now that they were standing so close to each other, her entire vision was filled with his face. She could not see any other part of him.

Patrick held her in place with his forehead and put his thin lips on the trembling edge of her mouth. He said, "Instead of using your eyes, you can still use your mouth and your hand to feel it..." Amelia put up her hand between them, rolled her eyes, and said, "Let go of me first, okay?"

Patrick humphed and let go of her reluctantly, but

still keeping his fit arm around her waist.

Amelia threw back her head. After observing Patrick's figure hastily, she praised monotonously, "Well, it's perfect. But it's nighttime, don't you feel cold?"

"Go and put on some clothes! You stripping maniac!" wished Amelia.

Patrick replied naturally, "Of course I'm cold, cold from your neglect."

"Huh?" Amelia looked as if she had misheard. Why did this cold and impassive man always become so sultry when it came down to this kind of situation? Patrick's attention slowly fell onto his chest. "You see, how can you only kiss the left side and neglect the right?"

Amelia was rendered speechless. "I told you, that was just an accident!"

Patrick said seriously, "Then why didn't you do it properly during the 'accident'? I'll give you another chance for an 'accident'."

Amelia replied a vague "Oh," and felt that she should not let Patrick take all the advantages. "I still have a lot of work to do." "What?" Patrick was dismayed.

Amelia sniffled and whined in a nasal voice, "For example, I haven't washed your slippers yet..."

"Leave it!" "Your pajamas too..."

"Leave it!"

"The floor still needs to be mopped..."

"Leave it all!" Patrick was full of determined heroism.

"Well..." Amelia said with pity, "I've stepped on toothpaste again."

Patrick picked her up in one fell swoop, left the toilet, and headed straight to the bathroom. "I'll help you wash it!"

As for tonight, it was hard to pinpoint whether it was Patrick who had taught Amelia a lesson or was it Amelia to Patrick.