Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1041

After all, she was left without a choice. There was no way that she could fight him off or chase him away.

At the thought of this, Amelia could not help pouting in frustration.

Patrick thought that she looked cute. Hence, he reached out to poke her cheek.

As a result, his action immediately attracted her annoyance. Rolling her eyes, she said, "Are you going to apply ointment for me or not? If not, please get out of my room now!"

Patrick had not forgotten her bruises which required instant care and nursing.

Putting aside the thought of making fun of her, he sat right next to her and said faintly, "Give me your hand."

Amelia stretched out her hand to him. She could only pray hard that this would be over soon.

Patrick first opened the bottle lid of the ointment before he squeezed out some onto his finger. Subsequently, he began to spread it out of her hand gradually.

He was treating her hand attentively as if he was

handling a rare piece of treasures.

However, Amelia could only describe him as being pretentious.

She was not going to forgive him. After all, he was the culprit who had made her suffer from these bruises.

"You're not supposed to make me mad all the time."

After applying ointment for one of her hands, Patrick glanced up at Amelia. His words sounded like a warning for her, but Amelia could tell that this was the best he could say when he was trying to resolve their conflict.

Amelia was aware that he was referring to the matter where she mentioned Sissi in their conversation earlier. She answered back bitterly, "I'm just speaking of the truth! If you feel triggered upon the truth, this suggests that you're either guilty of it or you obsessively care for her!"

Frowning, Patrick asked, "You tell me then. What should I do to make you into believing that there's nothing between me and her?"

"It's not that difficult after all. I only need you to declare the news that Sissi is now in Northville to every members of The Hopper Family tomorrow night. In this case, I'll be convinced that you are innocent then. Can you do this?"

The high-pitched voice of Amelia suggested that she was overwhelmed with anger and agitation as she said this. Patrick could feel his heart sinking.

Putting a halt on his movement of hand that was holding another hand of hers, his voice was hoarse as he muttered, "This is no different from killing her."

They were both staring at each other. Patrick could tell from her eyes that her gaze was murderous and deadly cold. She uttered determinedly, "I don't mind if she's dead."

Patrick's expression darkened as he sneered, "I had never known that you can be such a ruthless person!"

Amelia did not bother to deny it, "If I'm kind towards her, can you be sure that she's not going to hurt me back instead?"

A hint of anger was traceable from his raising voice, "She's now held in dad's custody. There's no way that she's going to hurt you. All this while, you're the one being aggressively harsh towards her!"

"Oh? So I become the culprit now!"

Amelia snorted. Despite the overbearing pain, she forcefully withdrew her hand from his grip before she pointed a finger at the door, "Get out now!"

Patrick reached out to hold her hand back even after she demanded for him to leave.

After all, his pity for her had outweighed his anger. Seeing that she was still struggling to shove him away, he could not help asserting excessive force on his grip.

Her wrist was slender and delicate. There was no way that she could escape from his grip if he insisted not letting go of her.

Followingly, both of them remained in dead silence.

Patrick continued to apply ointment for her without a word. He stood up to leave as soon as it was done.

He left all the ointment with her before leaving her room.

However, Amelia was exasperated to the extent that she had to throw the ointment onto the door in order to vent her anger.

The ointment hit the door before it fell back onto the floor.

Not feeling any better, Amelia threw herself onto the quilt with her eyes welling.

The next day.

Downstairs was silent as usual.

Upon passing by the dining room, Amelia realized that the dining table was spotless which suggested to her that there was no sign of usage before her.

She immediately recalled the moment when she bypassed Patrick's bedroom. She remembered that she heard no noise from inside.

"Is it possible that he is still sleeping?

Forget it! Why must I care about him?" Amelia thought.

Amelia reached out her hand in attempt to hold her head to her back. However, in the next second, she had to bring her action into a halt.

All of a sudden, she remembered the very reason that she chose not to tie her hair up. Her hair had to be let down in order to cover the hickeys on her neck.

Giving up the thought of tying her hair, Amelia entered into the kitchen to prepare for breakfast. It was only then he noticed that the indicator on the slow cooker was lighted.

Startling, she went over and opened the lid just to find out that there was porridge in it.

There could only be one possibility.

Amelia soon realized that Patrick had already left for work. That was why she heard nothing coming from his bedroom.

That was to say, he already went out but kept a portion remaining for her breakfast.

A surge of indescribable feeling overwhelmed which resulted in Amelia being uncertain of what kind of reaction she should give. Nonetheless, she refused to compromise her pride. Hence, she chose not to eat whatever he had left for her.

Instead, she had toasts and a glass of warm milk as breakfast before she left for work.

At Apex Construction Corporation.

"Wow, Ms. Amelia, your jade bracelet looks good on you! I've never seen you wearing it before. Is this a gift from Mr. Hopper?"

Not long after she arrived at work, Amelia caught Audrey staring at her right hand admiringly.