Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 887

"When | have time, I'll take you to a boob job."

As he said this, Patrick reluctantly withdrew his hand. Seemingly, they were still soft to the touch and he felt

incredibly good.

Amelia lowered her head and glanced at her breasts. It was obvious that they were still bulging!

Showing no sign of weakness, she said, "If you are willing to do something to your vital part, | will do something

to my boobs. It's one of the so-called love languages. You can't be the only one who feels good, right?"

Patrick's face suddenly darkened.

He threw himself at her, pressed against her tightly and asked, "Mrs. Hopper, are you saying that | can't satisfy

you?"

Amelia said with a smile, "Mr. Hopper, why do you need to ask questions that you already know?"

Amelia was really good at arousing anger in him.

Patrick said in a fierce voice, "It turns out that | have always...left such a bad impression on Mrs. Hopper. It

seems that | must work hard now to see if you can change your impression of me!"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and tore her collar in a barbaric manner. Her beautiful collarbone and shoulder

sockets were revealed in no time...

Amelia tilted her head and successfully avoided his kiss. She then shouted, "Don't you have something urgent to

deal with? If you don't letgo, your beautiful girl will be suffered!" Patrick paused and asked, "You didn't fall

asleep just now?"

Amelia said discreetly, "How could | fall asleep when you talked so loudly on the phone?"

Patrick did not want to be entangled in this matter for too long. What he wanted to do the most at this moment

was to do it with her.

Just then, his cell phone rang in his pocket, causing him to have no choice but to spare seffort to take out

his phone.

He glanced at the screen and saw that it was the manager's caller ID again.

Seeing that it was an urgent matter, Patrick pressed the answer button. Before the manager could open his

mouth, he said, "I'm here!" Then he casually put the phone away. Amelia smiled at him, silently happy at his

powerlessness.

Patrick stared at her smile, feeling that the flame

inside him was getting even stronger.

Oh! Even if it was not going to be a complete set, the amount of the took to collect the interest was more

than enough.

Thinking about this, Patrick stooped over and pressed his lips against hers, which still had a wicked smile on

them.

It was obvious that he ran out of time, but he still gave her a deep, passionate kiss.

If this scene was captured by the eyes of the anxious manager, he would probably be startled and regarded him

as someone who could do nothing useful but only seeking pleasures.

As they parted their lips, Patrick seized the opportunity to grab hold of her tender chin. He looked into her hazy

eyes and teased, "You can't even take a kiss. Are you sure | can't satisfy you?"

Amelia was so shy that the tips of her ears turned red. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down as

soon as possible. "You're just...a little better at kissing!"

After the intimate kiss, the anger inside Patrick was mostly dissipated, and his tone when he talked to Amelia

was no longer as violent as before. "It seems that | should finish my business as soon as possible so that | can

solve the private affairs between the two of us. What do you think, Mrs. Hopper?"

The words 'Mrs. Hopper' coming out from him sounded sentimental. Amelia felt warm inside, and the tips of her

ears were getting redder.

Patrick could not help rubbing her red ears, feeling satisfied when he saw her shrinking her body at the touch.

From head to toe, this perfect body was formed under his training. No one knew more about her sensitive parts

than he did, and no one would ever know it in the future!

His irresistible desire to monopolize Amelia had increased as the two got along with each other.

However, Patrick never thought of this as a problem. He even naturally felt that a married couple should be

entangled with each other like this for the rest of their lives.

The two fingers that pinched Amelia's chin were lifted slightly. Under her angry gaze, Patrick said seriously, "Let's

get out of the car. Remember, when we get inside later, you're not allowed to take even half a step away from

me."

In a place like a nightclub, Amelia's appearance was undoubtedly inducing someone to commit a crime.

No matter how reluctant Amelia was, she knew that this was not a place where she could casually stroll around.

She nodded and said, "Yes, | got it."

Patrick let go of her so that she could get out of the car. But after that, he held her hand tightly all the way.

Amelia followed him, examining everything in the entertainment city. After all, there were not many guests in the

daytime.

As soon as Patrick entered the main entrance, the receptionist immediately cup and said urgently, "Mr.

Hopper, you are finally here! The manager can't contain it anymore!"

Patrick said in a calm voice, "Lead the way."

"Yes!" After the receptionist responded, she glanced at Amelia. Before she had tto ask who she was, she

heard Patrick say, "This is my wife."

The receptionist responded quickly and exaggeratedly, "Oh, it's Mrs. Hopper! You're so beautiful! When | first saw

you, | thought | met a fairy!"

Amelia only smiled faintly as a response to all the flattering remarks.

However, Patrick glanced at the receptionist unwillingly and said coldly, "Lead the way instead."

At room 143, outside the door.

Several teenagers dressed in fashionable clothes were arguing with the security guards.

Due to the fact that the teenagers were all having a strong background, the security guards only dared to

resolve it through communication rather than a fight.

It was obvious that two security guards had been beaten up, but they still did not dare to pull out the electric

baton on their waists.

One of the young men with studs pointed at the manager's nose and scolded arrogantly, "Listen up! That girl

dared to kick our boss in the dick, so she should be aware that she will be beaten up by us! Don't worry! After

she has finished serving inside and has fun with every one of us. Well act as nothing happened. That's it!"

The manager pulled a long face and said, "Hey! Misters, please be gentle! By the way... Mr. Hopper will come

over soon! Please show mercy to us!"

The manager, who was at the forefront of the crowd, felt as if his heart had been stabbed when he heard the

woman in the room begging for mercy.

He had paid a lot of money to get this girl. Since she had been ruined by these young men at this time, no one

knew how much money he would have to pay to 'treat' her. He was afraid that...she would catch sdiseases.

"Mr. Hopper? You mean Patrick, right?" After a moment of panic, the young man with ear studs

shouted again, "Even if Patrick's here, so what? It was your girl who hurt our boss first. | am telling you. Our boss

is the only son. If he really gets hurt, will your Mr. Hopper be his grandson?"

Although the manager could not afford to offend this group of people, he was annoyed when he heard him

slandering his boss like this. "Mr. Taylor, you have really crossed the line. If there is really a problem with your

boss, why is he still staying in the room? He should have been sent to the hospital!"