Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 648

"Patrick."

Just as Patrick was getting a little drunk, he could feel the sinking weight on the sofa next to him. He lost his

mind a little when he smelled the familiar fragrance in the air.

He glanced to the side and saw the woman who looked beautiful even if she was only in her loose pajamas.

Patrick asked insidiously, "Aren't you already asleep?"

Amelia stared at him with her dazzlingly beautiful gaze. She spoke softly, "I can't sleep, so | cdown to

accompany you. Is your injury serious? Do you needto check for you?"

Patrick's heart skipped a beat, but he sneered and said, "Now you finally here to express your concern? What

were you been doing all this while?"

With that said, he reached out to grab the bottle of that Remy Martin again.

Amelia quickly shoved his hand off. With a frown, she said, "You almost finished up the bottle. Are you sure you

want to drink smore?"

"It's none of your business how much I drink."

Even if he said so, his hand no longer reached out in direction of the bottle of liquor.

Seeing this, Amelia could not help saying, "Don't you think you had enough for today? You've been bullying

people the entire day, and now you acted as if everyone had failed you. In that case, shouldn't those who had

been beaten by you line up to commit suicide?"

Perhaps he had been drinking a little too much that he started to lose his mind. Patrick sounded as if he had

been wronged, "Since you don't care of my wellbeing at all, can't | vent in my anger through drinking?"

Amelia startled.

Amelia could not believe that Patrick was speaking fondly to her.

"My mouth hurts." Patrick added.

Amelia was left speechless.

"Look." Patrick turned his handsface around so that he could show Amelia his injury at the corner of his

mouth.

"That's because you've been fighting! Had you not fought today, you will not get yourself injured." Despite

feeling painful for him, Amelia still thought that it was necessary to correct his mistake.

"lI wasn't the one who started the fight." Patrick lodged his complaint first before Amelia could continue, "lI was

just making out with you. Hobart was the one who cover and hitat my face." If she had not witnessed

the incident herself, she might believe his words and think that Hobart was the wicked one.

"My mouth hurts, especially now that I've been drinking..." Patrick grumbled again.

Amelia glanced at his tipsy look and his injury at the corner of his mouth which was still bleeding. At this

moment, Amelia could only feel that Patrick had earned a soft spot in her heart again. "Where else did you get

hurt?" She could not help asking concerningly.

Upon hearing this, Patrick began to unbutton his shirt and removed his clothes. Following, he took off his belt

and was about to unzip his pants. Upon realizing what he was going to do next, Amelia flushed and interrupted,

"That's enough!"

The movement of his hand abruptly stopped. His clothes were in a state of mess when he stared into her eyes

and said, "Now you can take a look yourself."

Feeling embarrassed, Amelia pursed her lips and forced herself to glance from his sturdy chest, fit abs and

followed by that was...

She hurriedly looked away and murmured, "I don't

see any other injuries."

Nonsense!

It was obvious that Hobart could not be his opponent at all judging from Hobart's weakly built body.

Patrick was disdainful in his heart, but he blurted out anyway, "Don't think I'm fine just because you don't see

any superficial injuries. In fact, I've been suffering from internal injuries."

The corner of Amelia's mouth twitched, "Internal injuries?"

"Is Hobart that powerful?" She could not help but guessed.

"That's right. They are all internal injuries." Patrick nodded solemnly. He led Amelia's hand which was resting on

her knees to his chest.

Only the amplification of heartbeat sounded.

At this moment, Amelia felt as if her own heart was beating at the srate as Patrick's. She could not help

having the illusion as if she had lost herself.

The first thought that cto Patrick's mind when he held Amelia's soft hand was that it was indeed warmer

and more comfortable than holding an icy cold glass.

Moreover, it was as if there was something magical with Amelia's hand. He could feel a rush of warmth sweeping

over his heart by simply holding her hand. Right this moment, all he wanted to do was just to close his eyes and

feel her warmth.

But right at this moment, Amelia asked, "Didn't you say that you have internal injuries? Will you feel pain if |

press onto your chest like this?"

"Hmm?" Patrick replied. He cback to his senses and said, "It's painful, and it's not just the chest that is in

pain."

Amelia asked concerningly, "Where else then?"

Thinking that even if Patrick had been stabbed in the arm, he had never complained about the pain in front of

her. But he said it was painful at this moment, surely the pain must be overbearing! Patrick led her hand down as

he said, "Here, and here, here too... Mm..."

He could not help sighing in relief as the contact of her hand with his body had made him feeling extremely

comfortable...

Patrick believed that even if he was indeed suffered from severe injuries, he would have been cured by Amelia's

hand touching him.

"Hold on!" Unlike Patrick who was in the middle of enjoyment, Amelia felt as if her hand was burnt by his

scorching hot skin that all she wanted to do was to withdraw her hand from his grip.

But Patrick had already foreseen that Amelia would be struggling to get off from him.

As soon as he noticed her struggle,

he exerted excessive force on

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Amelia did not realize that her upper body was held in restraint by Patrick on top of the sofa. She hurriedly said,

"No! I'm not touching anymore! You can see doctor yourself."

All she could feel at this moment was overwhelming regret.

Had she known that this would happen, she would not have delivered such an opportunity for him by coming

downstairs to express her concern.

"You are my doctor. My illness can only be cured by you." Pressing his lips against hers, Patrick planted soft

kisses on her lips...

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let down her guard was indeed

effective. At least Agpeliy was nb

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But this was obviously not enough for Patrick.

Patrick's expression of love was intensely frantic to the extent that it was capable of destruction. Such a soft and

tender kiss could not satisfy him at all!

Just as his hand was about to explore her skin underneath the pajamas, Patrick heard her murmuring, "No..."

It was another rejection from her!

Patrick wanted to pretend as if he had not heard her plea, but Amelia's kicking on the sofa had rendered Patrick

facing difficulty in proceeding.

Patrick raised his head from her collarbone and growled, "Amelia, do you know how evil are you!"

Amelia was about to explain but

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"No... It's not like this..." Amelia's cheeks were being pinched forcibly that she could hardly cout with a

complete sentence.