Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 612

Patrick was so used to the horrible quality of his lost phone's ringtone that he found the new ringtone odd.

Taking the phone out of his pocket, he swiped left on the screen without looking at it, then put the phone to his ear and said, "Hello."

His greeting was met with still silence, not a single noise sounded.

Patrick frowned. Just as he thought it was a prank, he received another phone call. This time, he made sure to look at the screen carefully, and there was one word on it, 'Unknown'.

The call was not actually from a stranger. It was the nickname Patrick gave for someone whose existence should remain concealed and hidden.

His cold expression warmed and softened at the sight of the name 'Unknown'.

Just as he was about to swipe left out of habit, he realized that the decline option was to swipe left, and to answer the call he should swipe right instead.

This also meant that Patrick had not received a prank call just now, he had just declined it by

accident.

Why?

It was because he had not gotten used to his new phone after using the previous one for so long.

Patrick did not seem to be aware of the fact that Amelia still affected him even though she might not be by his side all of the time...

The graceful melody continued to echo throughout the car, but Patrick dragged his finger across the screen to the answer button as if he found the noise annoying. He took a calming breath and asked, "Why aren't you resting? It's so late now."

"Patrick, I..." Sissi's voice came through from the other side of the phone and drawled, "I suddenly thought of something I want to discuss with you. Are you free now?"

At the sound of this, his initial urge to get out of the car simply evaporated. "I'm free, go ahead."

"Well, if you don't let me continue teaching at Timothy Village, then I have to find a new job in Northville. Do you have any suggestion about what I can do?"

"Teach." Patrick could not think of anything more suitable for Sissi than teaching.

Sissi chuckled and said, "That's what I thought too. Okay, there's nothing else. Go and have a rest."

Patrick replied, "You too."

After hanging up, the matter of Sissi's job fully occupied his thoughts. Should he arrange for Sissi a relatively simple teaching job that had a good environment?

In a distant rented house, Sissi put down her phone and flashed an implicit smile.

"You can't tell if a man still has you on his mind from simple sweet talking. Instead, see the lengths he's willing to go for you.

Let's wait and see... Will Patrick help find and arrange a job for me?" pondered Sissi.

On the other hand, Patrick was passing by the second floor when he found a pool of light leaking through the seam of the door from the secondary bedroom.

He subconsciously turned the door handle. And as the door opened, he saw a pale yellow dress on the ground. Looking around, his attention fell onto the closed bathroom door and the sound of the shower issuing from inside.

Listening to Amelia taking a shower gradually relaxed Patrick. It felt good to be back home.

He walked over to the rattan chair and sat down on it, waiting outside the bathroom like a guarding dog.

Eventually, the sound of the streaming water ceased and was replaced by the whirring of the hairdryer.

Divided by the bathroom door, Patrick could almost imagine Amelia holding the hairdryer in one hand, her head slightly tilted to a side, her idle fingers combing through her long, wet hair...

Swoosh... swoosh...

The hot air blowing out of the hairdryer seemed to have made its way into Patrick's heart, making him craving a hug with the source of the warmth.

After a long time, the door finally opened, revealing Amelia's glowy and dewy face.

Amelia was bare-faced after the shower and had no other accessories on her except the ones that Patrick bought for her.

Her winter undergarment hugged her delicate body snugly, outlining her curves.

Patrick gulped and his Adam's apple moved. Shame was threatening to take over him again, and it felt as if he would not be able to hold back this time once he unleashed it. Seeing Patrick had appeared in her bedroom with his eyes bearing into hers, a sense of powerlessness rose in Amelia. After such a long and busy day, she only wanted to rest.

The moment their eyes met, Patrick asked with his unprecedented husky voice, "Why are you looking at me like this? Do you want me to hug you?"

The word 'hug' was a double entendre. It would be foolish to regard the 'hug' in this context to be innocent.

Amelia shook her head, looking exhausted. "I'm sleepy. Let's do it next time."

Patrick's chest heaved. It was evident that he had been restraining himself the entire way back home.

He endured it at the theatre box when Amelia found the place dirty. He also tolerated it on the way because he could not park just anywhere on the road. Now that he had finally gotten home, Amelia still wanted him to wait for it longer. Was it even humane to do that?

"It's not 'next time' now. And I don't intend on combining both times into one."

In other words, he must have it now.

Amelia did not want to argue with him, so she told him on a serious note, "Just once."

Patrick was greedy. "Only once?"

This time, Amelia did not bother to reply to him and quickly rolled up the hem of her undergarment. Her fair skin was unveiled starting from her slim waist, followed by her cute belly button, then going further upward...

A black lace came into Patrick's vision and he narrowed his eyes. Then, he was almost driven mad. "It's already so late at night, why are you still wearing a bra?"

She tossed her undergarment to the dresser with a casual flick of her wrist, and Amelia brushed through her messy hair. She explained, "For convenience."

She could just wear her outer coat tomorrow morning right after getting up from bed. Wasn't it convenient?

"You didn't have this habit in the past!"

"The past is the past."

Before this, she was just a small supervisor, only needing to manage a department. But now, as the acting chair of Apex Construction Corporation, she had to manage the entire company. How could she afford to waste time?

Turning back around, Amelia climbed into bed and laid down. She said to Patrick, "Why aren't you coming?"

Patrick was in silence.

Seeing him staying in his spot, Amelia raised one of her pretty eyebrows. "You don't want it?"

Patrick was still not replying anything.

"If not, then I'll go to sleep." Amelia pulled at the velvet blanket and tucked herself in. She turned her back to Patrick a little too eagerly and closed her eyes with the pillow on her cheek.

Patrick, frozen in the rattan chair, was going to start shooting flames out of his eyes. He felt no passion from her attitude and tone at all. In fact, she sounded as if she was merely waiting to complete a task! They had been separated for the same ten days, but why were they so different in terms of their needs and cravings?

He could not stand it anymore and leapt up. Patrick strode to Amelia with a face of fury, nudged her condescendingly and demanded, "Hey, get up. Did I ask you to sleep?"

Amelia's eyes slightly opened from being shaken. She listlessly looked up into the ominous and gloomy glare from above her. "What more do you want?"