Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1028

"I'm unreasonable? I'm not kind?" Amelia being a repeater because of Patrick's unreasonable accusation.

Patrick nodded and said, "I'm a strong and energetic man, but you didn't allow me to touch even a finger of yours. You want me to die, don't you? And the way I'm dying is quite aggrieved, being desperate to death."

Amelia's face turned red. "I didn't ask you to hold it in! I said..."

"I can find another woman to vent my desire on," Patrick said to her in a cold voice.

Amelia tried her best to ignore the sourness in her heart. She pointed her delicate chin down to show that she was agreed to Patrick's answer.

However, Patrick suddenly reached out and held her chin and raised it gently, so that he could see her heart through her clear eyes. He said, "I have said, at least for now, I am not interested in women other than you. Besides, we're now in the teeth of the storm. I'm afraid dad has already planted spies around us. Do you think I dare to go out and find women?"

Patrick admitted that the second half of his sentence was just to save his dignity of 'he only wanted her, but he was given the cold-shoulder'.

Without any other choice, he could only pray that Amelia would pick up the first half of the sentence and listen to it.

But Amelia's focus was the opposite of his. What she cared more about was his last sentence, "Oh, it turns out that it's not convenient for you to go out to hunt because dad may be watching us in secret. You can only vent your desire on me."

Her eyes looked cold, and her tone was cold. Patrick felt that she did care about it for a moment.

But her next sentence broke his fantasy, "But I'm sorry, I don't want to be your vent. In fact, apart from me, you still have to meet with your teacher every week, don't you? I think you can say and do whatever you want with her."

"Amelia!" Patrick was furious. His hand could not help but swept from her chin to her neck and held it out of control!

Her neck was so thin that when he closed his fingers, his middle finger was almost touching the purlicue.

"As long as I keep tightening it, she will definitely die in my hands!" Patrick thought without any doubt.

After taking a deep breath, Patrick managed to regain his sense of reason. He glared at Amelia, who was looking indomitable, and asked angrily, "Why do you always have to mention Sissi in front of me?"

He was not holding her tightly. In other words, he had only wrapped his fingers around her neck. That was why Amelia was able to utter every single word clearly.

"Because this person has always existed between us! As long as she doesn't disappear for a day, well never have a peaceful day together. I will never compromise with you!"

Patrick was watching her frowning eyebrows.

Heaven knew how angry he was at this time. He was so furious that even she provoked him, but he still reluctant to hurt her.

"So, you deliberately used her to irritate me and make me angry, just so that I won't touch you, right?"

"I'm not using her to irritate you. I'm using her to remind you. The person you always love is her, and I am just a passer-by."

At the end of her words, Amelia could not help but shed tears.

Amelia seldom cried, at least she rarely cried in front of Patrick.

She did not feel any pain, since Patrick did not use much strength. However, at this moment, she could not suppress the grievance, pain, and unwillingness in her heart.

Tears rolled down her chin and dripped onto the back of Patrick's hand. His hands were burning hot that he let go of her neck.

"I love her?" For the first time, Patrick's voice was full of confusion about his feelings to Sissi.

Amelia did not notice that he asked interrogatively. After hearing that he admitted he loved Sissi, she suddenly stopped rubbing her neck.

After a short while, she muttered to herself, "Yes, you love her, so don't come and provoke me again."

They were speechless.

The cold wind bringing from his back made Amelia shudder.

Her scalp tingled and she did not know what Patrick was up to.

Could it be that after he smashed all the things in the study room, it was not enough for him to vent his anger? Was he going to come to the kitchen to find some stimulation?

During the few seconds when Amelia was distracted, the sound of kitchen pots and pans colliding with each other rang out in the kitchen. Amelia had to bite the bullet and go into the kitchen to avoid the kitchen coming to a disaster.

As soon as she approached, Amelia immediately found that Patrick was pouring chicken wings out of the fresh bag with soy sauce. However, his action of picking them up and putting them down was too loud, as if he was going to smash them.

Sensing the approach of Amelia, Patrick was still doing the work in an orderly way with his back to her.

Although he was not good at cooking, his comprehension was not bad. He remembered all the things that Amelia had taught him once.

After putting soy sauce, he poured some marinated materials into the ceramic bowl with chicken wings.

Just as he was picking up the chopping board and knife to cut shallot, garlic, and ginger, because he had accumulated too much anger in his heart, the strength of his knife was too great. As a result, he did not cut the onion, but instead leaving a mark on the cutting board.

Amelia, who was standing not far away, saw this scene clearly.

She would have already laughed out if it were two days ago.

But she could not laugh at this moment because she had concluded that Patrick was furious, even angrier than usual.

Patrick seemed to be a little calmer after chopping on the chopping board.

He reached out his hand and picked up the ginger that had flown out. While cutting it roughly, he said coldly, "You can have no conscience, but I can't."