Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1107

Amelia could see that every inch of his body was tensed. There was no doubt that Patrick was trying very hard to hold back his desire. Despite feeling sympathetic towards his struggle, Amelia knew that Patrick had no other choice but to bear with it.

As soon as he turned around, she immediately covered her abdomen with her hand. It was only when she was convinced that there was no visible bump on it that she finally put down her hand.

It took Patrick several minutes to add sufficient drops of body oil into the bathtub. He thought that he had already managed to regain his self-control during the time when he had his back facing her. However, as soon as he turned around, he found himself completely vulnerable in front of her irresistibly tempting body.

"Let me carry you inside." His voice was hoarse as if he was thirsty of her nurture.

Amelia tried to contain her embarrassment by putting on an awkward smile on her face, "Alright."

This was perhaps the longest bath that Amelia had ever taken. After bathing her, Patrick carried Amelia, who was at this moment covered in a bathrobe, out from the bathroom.

Unlike Amelia's body which was clean and fresh, Patrick was soaked in sweat as well as shower gel and hair shampoo.

In fact, Amelia was considerably tall next to most of the women. Even so, she looked relatively small and delicate upon being carried by Patrick in his arms.

"Put me on the bed."

Even if Amelia had not said so, this was exactly what Patrick was about to do.

She heaved a sigh of relief as soon as she was free from his embrace.

She had been extremely restless during the time she spent with him in the bathroom. After all, Patrick was unpredictable and she had no confidence in his self-control.

She had to rest her injured hand on his sturdy arm in order to remind him of her injury. Otherwise, he might at any time begin to make out with her during the bath.

With his intensified gaze staring at her, Patrick said, "I'm going to change the bandage for you."

"Uh?" It was only then Amelia realized that her nightmare was yet to over.

"Your bandage needs to be changed." With that said,

Patrick had already reached out to her injured hand and began removing the bandage. He then carefully applied the ointment bought from the hospital on her hand before he wrapped it with a new bandage.

"Done." Even if he said so, he had not let go of her hand still.

Amelia dared not to exert force on her injured hand at all. She had no other choice but to urge him, "Since it's already done, you can let go of my hand now."

Patrick looked up at her before he said earnestly, "Mrs. Hopper, don't be mad at me. I regret for what happened today."

Amelia was unmoved by his sincere apology. She sneered, "The bracelet had already been removed. You can say whatever you want now."

Shaking his head, Patrick muttered, "I don't feel regret of removing Milton's bracelet from your hand."

Amelia hushed, "Then what are you regret of?"

"I regret of injuring you." With that said, he planted a soft kiss on her bandaged hand before he continued, "Get well soon."

Amelia shoved his hand away with her uninjured left hand in annoyance. She then uttered, "Patrick, you will never understand what kind of damage you had done to me!"

Patrick was enraged by her words as he scolded, "It's just a wreck piece after all. Why do you have to treasure it this much?"

"I don't care if the bracelet is flawed or not. All that it matters is the good will of the person who gifted it to me. Let me tell you this. I'm going to put it on again as soon as my hand recovers."

"Certainly you can do so provided that you can find it still at that time."

Amelia's gaze immediately fell onto the blazer that she had left it on the floor after removing it earlier. It seemed like she had been vesting all her attention on dealing with Patrick earlier that she had completely forgotten to take the bracelet out from the pocket.

At this moment, Patrick came to her ear and whispered, "Bear in mind of my words. Take good care of the wreck piece just like how much you treasure the bond you share with Milton. If you can't find the bracelet one day, this will only suggest that he is not that important to you after all."

Amelia could not help feeling alarmed at his seemingly threatening words, "What are you up to? "

Patrick broke out into a cruel laugh before he said, "The answer is right on your mind. That's all for tonight. Goodnight."

At the sight of Patrick's leaving, Amelia could feel her heart pounding in panic.

This was no longer an issue that concerned only her and Milton.

More importantly, Patrick had just declared a war between the two of them in relation to who was going to own the possession of the bracelet.

As soon as the door was closed, she immediately ran towards the torn garments and began searching for the bracelet.

Feeling glad that it was still in the pocket, she took it out and tried to squeeze her left hand into it. Unfortunately, the overwhelming pain coming from her right hand prevented her to do so. Without the help of her right hand, there was no way that she could put it on her left hand.

She thought of hiding it somewhere. However, she had this feeling that Patrick could easily sort it out from her bedroom no matter how well she hid it.

"Now sit down and eat!"

She was not going to listen to him. After all, she was a person of free will that got to decide whether to sit or not.

Feeling annoyed at her silence, Patrick hushed, "Why aren't you talking?"

Amelia rolled her eyes at him before she turned around and ordered in.

Patrick's expression darkened as soon as he realized what was off. It turned out that Amelia was just obeying to his order that demanded her to have her mouth shut. Even so, Patrick was overwhelmed by frustration as soon as he recalled the time when she would never give him what he wanted on bed.

Despite sulking, Patrick had brought himself to finish his breakfast. As for the meetup with Sissi later, he did not feel like going anymore.

After all, he was responsible for Amelia's injury. Hence, he thought that he should stay and take care of her.

At the thought of this, he made a call to Howard.

He then informed Howard regarding the fact that he could not make it to meet Sissi. Upon hearing this, Howard was over the moon with Patrick's change of mind, "Not a problem! I'll let Sissi know of this!"

"That's all I want to say. Bye."

From where he was standing, Patrick could see from a distance that Amelia was struggling to open the packaging of her order-in. Even Patrick was feeling anxious for her!

Upon ending the call in a hurry, Patrick immediately walked over to her. Despite his desperateness to offer help, he asked in a casual way, "Do you need any help?"

Amelia rolled her eyes at him in gesture that she needed not him to help. In the next second, she bent down and bit the cover lid of the container.

With the help of her teeth, she managed to open the cover lid single-handedly. The fact that she had managed to prove to him that she did not need his help frustrated Patrick. Meanwhile, he had to give credit to her stubbornness!

Amelia who finally got to eat her food caught Patrick glaring at her from the corner of her eyes.

She could not help feeling amused at his thought that he had control over everything.

She was the best evidence that she needed not to depend on his help in order to eat the food.

With a triumphant smile on her face, she shifted her ass before she bent over and began to feast on the breakfast which was placed on the coffee table.