Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1059

Amelia felt that this was pure irony. "Shut up!"

Patrick suddenly squeezed into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror beside her. He looked at their faces in the mirror and said, "See, it's symmetrical."

Amelia was stunned at first, but when she came to her senses, she found that Patrick was talking about them each having one side of their faces red.

With a scowl on her face, she gritted her teeth and said, "I don't want this kind of symmetric at all, thank you!"

Patrick realized that it was undoubtedly a hard task to appease Amelia who was mad. But it did not matter as he could still insist, "It's not convenient for you to apply it on your face by your own. Let me help you, okay?"

"That's fine. You're so forceful, I'm afraid my face will become more swollen as you rub it!"

Perhaps it was because of her slap on Patrick that Amelia felt more comfortable in her heart.

Dealing with him, she was no longer as cold as before, but she was also not being kind.

Hearing this, Patrick immediately promised, "Don't worry, I will apply medicine on you as if I'm touching an egg, trust me!"

Hearing this, Amelia became more afraid in sending her face to him. "I remember that last time you took two eggs from the refrigerator, but with a breaking sound, you crushed them all!"

Patrick was speechless as he felt a burst of shame on his face.

After the unkind blow, Amelia angrily squeezed out a handful of ointment from the tube onto her palm.

The side of her face was so red that it was slightly swollen. She did not intend to save the ointment, so she directly applied the handful of it onto her face.

After that, she slowly spread the ointment on her cheek with her palm.

Her skin which had been burning hot, instantly became cool after she applied the ointment.

But before Amelia had time to relax, she heard Patrick say, "Seems that I've forgotten to tell you that you should clean your face by washing it before applying this ointment, otherwise it will be less effective."

Were you f*cking kidding me?

Through the mirror, Amelia glared at Patrick fiercely. Under his innocent smiling face, she then hatefully turned on the tap and stuffed her troubled face into

the basin!

This b*stard was absolutely taking revenge on her for slapping him!

Amelia thought angrily as she soaked her face in the water.

"Hush..." After getting her wet face out from the water, Amelia reached out to the rack above the basin with her eyes closed.

Huh? It was strange! Before washing her face, she had clearly seen a towel on the rack.

Just as Amelia was stunned, she heard a man's voice, "What are you looking for?"

Amelia wiped away the water droplets on her lips and said vaguely, "A towel..."

The male voice sounded again. "The towel is with me."

As a result, Amelia moved her wet hand from the rack to the side of the male voice.

Her intention was very clear. She only needed the towel.

But the next second, her outstretched hand was held gently but overbearingly.

Before she struggled to free herself, there came a dry and soft towel.

First on her palm, then the back of her hand, it went all the way up... to her face, where little water droplets were still dripping.

Amelia subconsciously dodged for a second, but the towel still fell on her cheek regardless, and it was on where she was slapped on.

"Patrick, give me the towel." She could not help but to say so, not because she was in pain, but because she was treated too gently that she felt really uncomfortable.

The male voice became louder. "Don't move, it will be alright soon!"

Amelia bit her lower lips and stubbornly said, "I said enough!"

They were still arguing with each other the previous second and Patrick tried to act gently in the next second. Did he think it would be effective on her? Ridiculous!

She swore that she would never give that guy, Patrick, another chance to take advantage of her!

Turning around, Amelia grabbed the ointment that had been placed on the rack. Like the first time, she squeezed out a handful of it and smeared it on her face...

At the moment when Amelia finished everything and opened the bathroom door, she saw Patrick staring at his hand back and forth, lost in thought.

Oh no, to be exact, he was staring at the teeth marks that she had just left for him, lost in thought.

Not only did he stare at it, he also touched it with his hand, and he smiled as he touched it...

What was wrong with him?!

At that moment, Amelia thought that Patrick might be a psycho.

After hearing the sound coming from the door,

Patrick finally hid his expression quickly and solemnly looked at Amelia, "Are you done?"

"Yes," Amelia replied somewhat uneasily. In her mind, she still thought of Patrick smiling strangely while touching his hands.

"Then give it to me. I'll apply it too," said Patrick.

Amelia threw the ointment in the air over to him. There was only half a tube left.

Patrick stretched his hand out and managed to catch it.

Amelia curled her lips. Why did it not hit his head?

After receiving the ointment, Patrick directly applied it with his hand instinctively without looking at a mirror.

As his skin color was darker than that of Amelia, it was naturally easier for him to deal with it.

Amelia had been leaning against the wall and doing nothing considering her face was still red. If she opened the door and went out at this moment, she would only gather awful glances.

"I'm done," Patrick said at this moment.