Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 748

Couldn't this woman say something that would ease his awkwardness?

Why must she provoked him!

Seeing that Patrick was angry, Amelia put on a posture and said, "Just tellwould you followor not. If you

choose not to, I'll go back to my room." Originally, she wanted to ignore him. But when she thought about the

scene that he made himself a mess just to find her, her heart softened.

This time, Patrick's mind was crystal clearer. He opened his mouth and promised, "I'll go with you!"

That was more like it.

A trace of satisfaction flashed through Amelia's eyes. She picked up the stool and went to the stairs.

Patrick put his hands in his pockets and followed her in a relaxed mood.

Fifteen minutes later...

Whispers of a man and a woman could be heard from the bathroom.

"How did you train your muscles? Why are they as hard as rocks?" "It's all because of you."

"Me?" "Yes, if | didn't train myself, what should | do if you ran away with another man... Ah!"

Half an hour had passed...

The bathroom door was pulled open by a hand. A slightly reddened face appeared from the misty air. She gritted

her teeth and ran out of the bathroom angrily.

It was Patrick who appeared later. His expression was not much better than Amelia's. His expression was even

uglier than that of Amelia's.

Seeing that Amelia was about to open the door and leave, Patrick shouted casually, "Stop! Who said you could

go?

"Who said I'm leaving?" Amelia turned her head and said, "This is my room. You are the one that should be

leaving."

At the end of her words, she opened the door and signaled him to leave with her eyes.

Patrick raised his chin and said, "My back hurts.

We'll talk about this after you rub smedicine for me.

Amelia asked in a mocking tone, "First, your back hurts, then it would itch later won't it?"

"How dare you say that!" Patrick ripped his bathrobe and exposed his left shoulder. There were five scratches

marks on it! He was resonating with evidence that she was brutal! Upon seeing this, Amelia smiled and she did

not regret it.

Well, it was Patrick who said that she would run away with another man at first. If she did not teach him a lesson,

he would think that she was someone he could constantly bully. Amelia secretly sneered and said, "I'm sorry, my

hand slipped just now."

Knowing that Amelia could be begged off, Patrick used a sad and pitiful tone in purpose "You've caused a lot of

damage to my body. Don't you think you should compensate me?" Although Amelia knew that he was acting, she

did hesitate and replied, "I can help you but this would be the last time. After this, you must go back to your

room immediately." Patrick furrowed his brows. He could overthrow the command and rejection of Amelia but the

estrangement was there. If he did not want it to worsen, he had to learn to endure now. He would need to bear it

until... she was pregnant with his child!

In that case, he would have the absolute reason to keep her by his side!

With such an idea in mind, Patrick agreed with her and said, "I will leave immediately after you applied the

medication for me."

Was that true? Amelia did not trust him at all. She then said, "Take a seat first. I'll go get the medicine kit."

"Don't letwait again." Patrick's eyes shone with warmth and tenderness under the dim light.

Amelia, who was slightly confused, replied with a 'hmm1. When she turned around, her expression was gloomy. It

was indeed easier said than done. How could someone let go of a relationship so easily?

A moment later, when Amelia cback, she saw Patrick sitting on one side and pointed his shoulder in her

direction.

Bah, she did not believe that it was a coincidence. Patrick must have deliberately sat in this position to stir up

her guilt.

She snorted in her heart and then she shouted at the top of her lungs, "I'm back!"

Patrick gave her a sidelong glance and said in an oddly soft voice, "Please do be gentle, I'm really in pain."

Amelia went silent for a moment as she swallowed the mockery that she almost let out.

She walked over and sat next to Patrick. She lowered her head and opened the medicine kit. She took out a tube

of ointment and a cotton swab.

The cotton swab becwet when it was stained with the ointment. Without wasting even a drop, Amelia raised

her arm and rubbed the cotton swab on Patrick's shoulder.

Of course, Patrick had to shake his shoulders and take a deep breath to create a feeling that he was in pain and

needed her care.

His reaction was so cringey that Amelia could not ignore it. She could not help asking, "What's wrong with you?"

"It hurts." Patrick said.

Even though he said that, there were hidden plans in his eyes. He was waiting for Amelia to care for him.

It would be better if she could give him a gentle massage with her soft hands...

Amelia twitched the corner of her mouth and said honestly, "But, | haven't even touched your wounds yet."

Hearing this, the schin Patrick's eyes was immediately replaced with embarrassment. So... she had not

touched him yet?

"Ahem!" It did not matter even if she had not touched his wounds yet. Patrick added, "Although you didn't touch

it, it still hurts as if it has been torn apart!"

Amelia's smile remained as she thought to herself that it was just five scratch marks, why was Patrick acting

weak in front of her?

After complaining, she said irresponsibly, "If it hurts, please endure it. | can't do anything about it."

"I have an idea!" Patrick turned his handsface and said in a serious tone, "You can blow on it as you are

applying the medicine, it will help in soothing the pain." He really was troublesome!

Amelia raised her hand and turned on the electric fan on the bedside table. The wind blew past Amelia's hair and

over Patrick's shoulder...

"Is this okay?"

Patrick, who had been sent off with an electric fan replied regretfully, "Yes, it's fine..."

Thus, Amelia increased the speed of her movements. After applying medicine to his wounds, she then said,

"Alright! Put on your bathrobe now."

Patrick was still in a position where his shoulders were half-exposed. "The medicine hasn't dried yet. If I'm going

to wear my bathrobe. The medicine would be absorbed by my bathrobe, wouldn't it?" Amelia thought for a

moment and agreed. "Then you should wait for it to dry! I'll go wash my hands first."

When she got up, Amelia saw that Patrick's palm was full of scratches and wounds. She was stunned as she was

not sure whether Patrick wanted to show it to her on purpose or did he did it unintentionally. She had no idea

how he injured himself nor why was he injured.

Amelia did not have the chance to move her glance away from Patrick before he turned and caught her staring

at him. It was like he had eyes behind his head.

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