Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 838

Amelia locked eyes with Patrick when she said, "If you keep being like this, I'm leaving at this instance."

Patrick secretly examined the current situation they were trapped in. He had pinned Amelia under his arms and

legs. How would she even get up?

Though he wanted to devour Amelia right then and there, the more sensible part of his brain was repeatedly

persuading him to calm down. Once he laid a finger on her, Amelia would never step into his territory ever again.

Therefore, with a fierce facade, Patrick pretended righteously and said to Amelia, "I won't touch you, and you

won't run away."

The corners of Amelia's lips twitched. Were they going to maintain this risky, fragile, accident-prone posture for

the entire night? "No! I... I'm going back soon."

"If you insist, I'll do it to you right now. Then I'll let you go afterwards."

Amelia gasped in silence. Did Paisley not tell her that he was severely ill?

What a liar!

From the moment she entered the house till this very moment, other than Patrick's appearance being a little

wan, he was full of vim and vigor everywhere else. He was nowhere near as sick as what Paisley had described

to her on the phone!

"What do you think? I'm not forcing you, so feel free to tellyour decision."

While Amelia was upset, Patrick leaned closer and touched his forehead with hers. Hethen hovered his lips and

warm breath right above her, attempting to disrupt her sense of reasoning with his charm. Amelia was

maddened by his seemingly virtuous but rogue question. She asked, "Are you letting Huxton back?"

Hearing her, Patrick's eyes glazed over, "I don't like hearing you talking about an irrelevant man's nwhen

you're lying down under me."

Amelia was stubborn. "Then you can letgo."

A layer of frost shadowed Patrick's handsface, and for a moment, he wanted so badly to tear her apart. "Do

you need Huxton so bad? Don't forget! He's just a butler!"

Amelia rebutted, "And it's precisely because he's the butler that he's important!"

The harmonious atmosphere from the start spiralled into a state of tension because of the recent conflict

between the two.

Amelia's face flushed crimson from anger, her two rows of pearly white teeth slightly peeking through her parted

red lips. Patrick had no idea where to look. Regardless, she was adorable to him, no matter it was her blushing

cheeks or neat teeth!

Amelia was still furious. She seethed, "Do you know how at ease it was forto stay at hwhen Huxton was

the butler? Because he was here, and Dr. Jagger was also here, we were both protected and fed. Now, look at

what's happening in this house. Without them, the kitchen is lonely and cold! To be honest, I'm spoiled that way.

I'm already used to life with the housekeeping and cooking taken care of for me. It'll be hell if | have to go cook

again!"

Amelia strung up slies in her truth. She had heightened Huxton and Dr. Jagger's importance in the house

and even said that she was so lazy recently that she could not live without them. She did all of this hoping

Patrick would change his mind and be merciful.

To which Patrick replied, "About the butler, I've given it sthoughts..."

Amelia's eyes lit up, holding her breath and listening attentively.

"| can hire a new one for you. How many do you need? What country do you prefer them to come

from? Do you have any special requirements for their appearances? Oh, by the way, it's better to hire a woman

instead. They're more thoughtful and attentive," Patrick admitted, expressing a hint of selfishness in his last

sentence.

Amelia was stunned by the series of questions directed at her. It sounded like he was considerate, but he was

actually beating around the bush with her.

Amelia was annoyed to the extreme. "I only want Huxton!"

In a fit of pique, Amelia recanted Huxton's nover and over, washed over with an urge to cry all of a sudden.

Under Patrick's icy gaze, she sobbed from indignance, "Why do you have to drive away everyone that | care

about? | don't have many friends, but I cherish every single one of them. Milton is abroad, and Jessica distanced

away frombecause of her mother. It tooka lot of effort to make friends with Huxton and Dr. Jagger. How

can you break us up?"

Patrick's dark, bottomless eyes fixated on her. He then spat sharply, "You askedwhy | have to drive everyone

away from you, right?"

"Yes..." Amelia looked at him expectantly while nervous. She did not know what kind of answer he would give

her.

Patrick raised his hand and pinched her face. A smile seemed to appear on his face when he said, 'Actually, |

want to know too."

Amelia was speechless.

Smoothing out her disappointed furrow between her brows with a light touch of his fingertip, the answer slowly

emerged in Patrick's heart.

The reason why he did that was probably that... As long as he expelled everything that she cared, liked, or

depended on, he would becthe one and only person in her life. Knock, knock, knock...

Just then, a few knocks on the door untimely sounded from the door.

Before Patrick could reply, the person outside the door called out delightedly, "Patrick, | know you wish to kill me

right now. But as a doctor, | need to tell you that you'd better not get wild with your wife at this time. You don't

want to infect her with your cold.

That's all. You both can continue now."

Watching as the expression on Patrick's face becdarker, Amelia wondered if Paisley did that on purpose.

If Paisley wanted to remind them, why did she not remind them as soon as Amelia entered the house?

In Amelia's view, it seemed that Paisley had deliberately cto knock on the door at this timing to cause

trouble.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Amelia glanced at Patrick with a thoughtful look. Then, she figured it out

afterwards.

It must have been because of Patrick's lack of cooperation with Paisley's treatment in the past two days, which

annoyed her and caused her to take revenge with such a strike.

Sigh. Paisley must be feeling great after her revenge, but she had left Amelia to clean up the mess after her!

Noticing the chilling aura Patrick emanated, it was as if Amelia was the one who provoked him.

"Please, settle the score with the person who picked the bone with you," thought Amelia. She was in full support

of Patrick rushing out to get back at Paisley.

Patrick glared at her, displeased. "You've colluded with Paisley before this?"

"Huh?" Amelia was aggrieved. She did not expect Paisley to knock at the door at this teither. "Trust me! |

didn't! In fact, think carefully about it. She's only concerned for our health, doesn't she? By the way, let me

check your temperature."

As Amelia spoke, she put her hand on Patrick's forehead. In the next second, she was appalled. "Gosh! Why is

your temperature still so high?"

It seemed that she had misunderstood Paisley. Paisley was right indeed, and Patrick's fever was still burning.

She cast a look at Patrick with complex feelings. He must be mentally in turmoil to interact with her, wasn't he?

If she was the one with the fever, what she wanted the most was probably to plop down on the bed, then

gradually fall asleep while holding the hand of who she trusted the most.