Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1040

At the sight of this, Patrick could not tell whether he was in fact happy or disappointed.

Amelia was stubborn as usual. He could not possibly expect her to tear up in front of her own husband like any other ordinary woman.

When Amelia was preparing for dinner in the kitchen, Patrick showed up himself.

She could not help feeling uncomfortable. In fact, she wished that Patrick would disregard the promise that he made to her just like what he used to do in the past.

Initially, she thought of leaving everything behind for him so that she could flee from the kitchen.

However, she got rid of this thought as soon as she remembered Patrick's cooking skills. Hence, putting aside what happened earlier, she had to stay and get the dinner done.

Despite the silent treatment that was still ongoing between the two of them, they managed to work together harmoniously and get the dinner served.

It only took Patrick a couple of days time to tell from her expression regarding the amount of seasonings that he was required to put in his cooking. Even Amelia was surprised at the speed that he picked up cooking.

Upon gathering herself from such thought, Amelia pulled out a chair and began to have her dinner in lightning speed. Subsequently, she washed her dishes before leaving to her bedroom without turning back.

She had not forgotten the bruises that she got all over her wrists and neck. They were still waiting for her to nurse on them. Otherwise, she was going to be gossiped about by whoever came across her bruises the next day at work.

What was more, she had to go back to The Hopper Mansion tomorrow. Having in mind the lack of trust that Howard had towards Patrick, most probably he was going to think that she had been abused by Patrick.

Although the truth was Patrick had indeed abused her.

Upon returning to the secondary bedroom, Amelia locked her room door before she threw herself into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, she put on a bathing robe and stepped out from the bathtub.

Just as she was tiptoeing and about to took a glance at her neck with the help of the reflection of the mirror, she thought that she heard an inaudible shuffling sound coming from the room.

Even so, she convinced herself that it was only her illusion.

After all, she remembered that she had already locked her room door.

Besides, it was unlikely for Patrick to come and bother her anymore after putting her in a state of mess earlier.

At the thought of this, she continued to scrutinize herself through the mirror in relief.

Amelia could tell from the reflection of the mirror that there were patches of red marks and bruises on her right neck. In contrast, her left neck was perfectly fine without a mark on it.

It would be better if Patrick had only left one mark on her neck. In that case, a plaster band would be sufficient to cover it up tomorrow.

However, with the hickeys scattered in an unorderly manner across her neck, she had no other choice but to cover it up with her hair.

"Maybe I should apply some ointment on my neck.

Who knows it might recover tomorrow?"

Amelia tried to convince herself this way. She straightened her bath robe and subsequently turned around to open the bathroom door.

She was stunned as soon as she opened the door.

Startling, she could only stare at the man who was sitting on her bed. When she finally realized the danger associated with the presence of this man, Patrick had already marched towards her and reached out to hold the bathroom door. As a result of this, she could not step back and hide back into the bathroom.

Amelia bit her lips in attempt to suppress her anger and annoyance. However, as soon as Patrick lowered his gaze and looked at her, she could not help yelling at him infuriately, "What the hell are you doing here? Get out of here now!"

Upon receiving the furious stare from her, Patrick furrowed in frustration.

The woman standing in front of him had never smiled at him. All she had for him was just anger and distance.

"Amelia, you'd better listen to me. Do as what I say and get rid of the bruises on your hands."

Before Amelia could say anything, Patrick had already dragged her out from the bathroom until they came to stop by the bed.

If Patrick's words were to be cited, Amelia did not regard him as entitled to be called a dog at all!

"Dogs are loyal and they obey to their owners' instructions regardless. Are you sure you can do this?"

"That depends on what orders you make. I'll do anything provided it is acceptable." Patrick was not a fool after all. He knew how to reserve his intention in order to protect himself.

She should have known it!

Amelia looked away in frustration. She groaned, "I don't need your help! Get out now!"

Not only did Patrick stay still, but he had also intentionally closed up the distance between him and her. He was so near to her that she could even smell danger.

Upon noticing the panic that flashed across her face, Patrick continued solemnly, "Normally a loyal dog will at least stay next to its owner if its owner gets injured."

However, in Amelia's eyes, she still could not bring herself to draw any similarities between him and a dog. Instead, her instinct told her that he was a wolf waiting for chances to prey on her.

Seeing that Amelia had not let her guard down, Patrick continued to persuade with great patience, "I know that I might not be anything alike as compared to a dog, but you should give me a chance at least. I can learn to be the dog that you want."

Amelia was not going to believe that a person could turn into a new leaf in just a couple of hours.

Enraging, Amelia continued to ignore Patrick. The marks on her neck seemingly reminded Patrick of what he had done to her. Feeling sorry still, Patrick began to convince her into listening to him,

"Hey, stop sulking. If you put on the ointment earlier, your bruises might be able to recover sooner. Now that the time is nine o'clock, this means that you only have another eleven hours left to work tomorrow.

Are you sure that you still want to argue with me on this?"

Amelia could not help glancing at the clock on her bed cabinet. She then grumbled gloomily, "I've told you that I can do it on my own!"

Even if she said so, the truth was she dejectedly sat on the bed in the next second. With her face expressionless, she seemed to have impliedly consented to let Patrick do whatever he pleased.