Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 491

Amelia could not hide the fondness in her voice. "Owen and I, theoretically speaking, are not that close. But it's

precisely because of this unfamiliarity that touchedfor he was willing to go to such length for me..."

Patrick pressed his body onto hers all of a sudden. He was strong and fit to begin with, so his rapid movement

almost covered Amelia entirely in his shadow. The sight of him could scare anybody. Amelia glanced at him

nervously. "What's wrong?"

"In your heart, is my brother that perfect?" asked Patrick, who could not suppress his anger.

Amelia hummed in doubt, "Hmm?" Wasn't he the most impressed about his brother? Why couldn't he stand

listening to others talked about how great his brother was?

"Answer me!" He clenched his jaw and growled.

Patrick's grim face was reflected in her pupils, silently reminding her to be careful with her words. "Then tell me,

what's your brother's flaw?" replied Amelia. 'For a moment, Patrick really could not find

any flaw with Owen. In the end, he resorted, "It's too noisy when he sleeps as he always grinds his teeth. He can

even grind his teeth for the entire night!" Upon hearing this, Amelia could not help burst out laughing and said,

"Grinding teeth in his sleep? What kind of flaw is this?"

Patrick glanced over at her chest that undulated with her roar of laughter, and his throat becinexplicably

parched. But then he was reminded that she was on her period, so he could only restrain the desire that had just

risen in his heart. "My brother is good to you because of me. He went to the police station to pick you up

yesterday because | asked him to. Amelia, don't emphasize on the wrong point!" Amelia was buried amidst the

soft blanket. She was nervous at the beginning, but now she relaxed and becslightly indolent. After hearing

Patrick, she finally realized that he was not thrilled about it. But didn't she thank him in person yesterday when

she got home?

Seeing that she still dared to space out while being pressed underneath his body, Patrick could not help frowning

and raised his voice. "Did you understand what | said!"

Amelia's eyes curved upward, and she said with a smile, "I did, so can you stop pushing onto me? My breasts are

going to be flattened."

Patrick gulped and choked on air.

Seeing that he was still not willing to get up, Amelia blinked and asked, "Or are you looking to have a pleasant

afternoon nap with me?" Patrick asked with a poker face, "Amelia, are you changing the topic?"

She answered with a sigh of regret, "Ah, you've found out."

"Humph, changing the topic? This tactic doesn't wor-..."

Before he could finish the word ‘work’, Patrick felt a surge of heat to his lips. When he cback to his senses,

he found himself being kissed by Amelia.

Patrick's gaze darkened. He pressed his lips back against hers, who had thrown herself at him. He was kissing

Amelia so hard and deep that Amelia was running out of breath.

After their lips parted, Amelia blushed and avoided Patrick's ravenous eyes. She said softly, "Let's take a nap, I'm

sleepy."

"Okay, I'll nap with you." Patrick no longer pushed onto his wife. He changed his position to lie on her side and

did not forget to hold her. He lowered his head into the crook of her neck and took in the faint scent of her body

wash. He closed his eyes feeling pleased.

The next second, a hint of amusement flashed across Amelia's mind. Who said that changing the topic would not

work with him?

Just as Amelia was about to fall asleep, her stomach rumbled and disrupted the concord.

Embarrassed, Amelia was annoyed by the noise made by her stomach. What if she woke up Patrick, who was

always grumpy when woken up from bed?

As the saying went, 'What will cwill come.’ There resonated the tired and lazy voice of Patrick from above

her head. "Hungry?"

Amelia gritted her teeth and said, "Yeah, | was in a hurry to leave and cback at noon, so | forgot to have

lunch."

Hearing this, Patrick opened his eyes, and the drowsiness in his eyes faded away on a whim. "Why were you

rushing? Was there anyone who was chasing you from behind?"

Amelia turned her head to look at him and said in a delicate voice, "I was just afraid that I'd worry you if | came

back too late."

Patrick smiled and said, "I'll get up and ask auntie to cook something for you. Wait here."

"Okay." Amelia wished for nothing more than that.

Patrick got up, combed his ruffled hair, and fixed his collar. Hethen put on his slippers and went downstairs.

When he got down, he saw that the housekeeper was dozing off on the sofa. She must be exhausted from the

day's cleaning work.

After giving up the thought of waking her up, Patrick went into the kitchen and made his signature noodle soup.

Ten minutes after, Patrick brought the bowl of noodles upstairs only to find Amelia asleep with her body curled

up.

He wanted to wake her up to taste the fruits of his labor, but she slept so peacefully that he could not bear to

disturb her.

Patrick withdrew and closed the door back gently. Then, he carried the noodles downstairs.

The slight sound of the descending movement woke the housekeeper up. She looked at Patrick and then at the

bowls and chopsticks in his hand. She was not fully awake and asked groggily, "Mr. Hopper, what's this?"

Patrick replied casually, "I'm just hungry, so | cdown and cooked something for myself."

The housekeeper sprung up from the sofa in a flash and exclaimed, "Mr. Hopper, you are one priceless self. How

could you take the trouble to do this kind of thing yourself? It's my fault that | didn't wake up in time..."

Patrick did not think it was a big deal.

It might have been impossible for

him to cook for himself in the past.

But todgy, he.acually (elt that

coking was rewarding, especially

when cooking for someone else.

Unfortunately, she was not lucky

enough to fall asleep right when he

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Somewhat disappointed, he looked at

the noodles in the bowl and handed

them suddenly to the (1ousekeepel,

wha wablstl apologetic. Take this

and keep it warm. When madam

wakes up, give this to her and tell her

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The housekeeper took the bowl and chopsticks over prudently. She did not understand Patrick's intention and

asked, "Mr. Hopper, didn't you cook this for yourself?"

Patrick put his hand into his pocket, raised his chin, and said, "Let's just say that this is my leftovers."

When Amelia woke up, it was already three-thirty in the afternoon. She rubbed her empty stomach and decided

to go downstairs to find something to eat.

When passing through the living room, Amelia was stopped politely by the housekeeper. "Miss Amelia, you have

slept for so long. You must be hungry, right?"

Amelia nodded sincerely and then

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asked, "Auntie, is there anything

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