Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1154

Patrick fell silent when she refused to cooperate.

However, his hands which were hanging by his side, reached all the way up to the inner pocket of his suit. Then he fished out a thin and slender tube filled with light blue liquid.

When Amelia saw it, her voice immediately became trembled. "What's that?"

Patrick took a look at the item in his hand and answered in an orderly manner, "It's the sedative that you need."

"Give it to me!" Amelia reached out to grab it without hesitation.

Patrick avoided her advancement as he had expected.

Immediately, he unbuttoned the first button on his collar with one hand and dropped the tube along his neck with the other.

"You!" Amelia watched as he hid the sedative in his shirt. She wished that she could strip off his shirt to take it out!

Reading her urgent thoughts, Patrick raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll wait for you to get it when you're done."

Throwing her wig off and removing all her makeup, Amelia stood in front of Patrick looking fresh as a goddess.

Patrick narrowed his eyes. She was born with a beautiful face and elegant temperament. Those cosmetics only made her look tacky.

"Have you seen enough? Do you intend to r*pe me with your gaze?" Amelia could only use vulgar words to make herself appear less weak.

Patrick agreed with a deeper meaning, "I think you're the one who can't wait to let me touch you, right? Because the sedative is hidden somewhere in my shirt, hmm?"

Amelia fell silent.

Her state of mind at this moment was indeed very complicated. On one hand, just as Patrick had said, she hoped that he would touch her so that she could naturally obtain the drug.

But on the other hand, the fetus in her belly was still less than three months old, and she was worried that it could not bear Patrick's demand.

He was not only strong, but he also never feel contented. Since he hated her for the time being, it was inevitable for him to not torture her in bed. If the fetus in her faced any accident because of this, she would be not be in peace for the rest of her life.

As she thought of this, her body had given a subconscious response which was to dodge to the side a bit.

From Patrick's point of view, all her evasions were nothing more than a death struggle.

He would never let her leave this place safe and sound this evening!

He reached out, not to touch her face, but gently caressed her earrings instead. Patrick questioned, "Aren't your ears tired of these exaggerated earrings?"

With the drug in Patrick's hands, Amelia could only explain. "No, it's made of plastic."

Patrick's eyes fell on her ten fingers. "The rings on your fingers are all plastic as well?"

"Yes." Although his tone sounded casual, Amelia experienced the full extent of torment!

Seeing all her subtle reactions, a sneer appeared at the corner of Patrick's mouth.

The feeling of being on the verge of death was the most torturous.

He pointed to the other pieces of hipster jewelry on her body and asked about them one by one. Amelia became impatient and said, "Have you asked enough? All the jewelry I wear are all fake!"

Patrick casually replied, "Oh? Did Sawyer not buy a real one for you?"

Amelia's heart ached, and she tried her best to maintain a calm expression. "Why does Sawyer have to buy me real jewelry?"

"Because you're his best statesman. Without you, The Hopper Family wouldn't become the laughingstock of Northville," Patrick insulted in a low voice.

Amelia scrutinized him from head to toe. "But I don't think you're a laughingstock at all. On the contrary, you're quite relaxed."

Patrick added placidly, "Compared to you, I'm indeed much more relaxed."

Amelia bit her lower lips and felt upset. What he said was true. Throughout the whole thing, she was the one who was cursed the most by the public!

Upon watching her stop, Patrick suddenly said, "President Ramsay, you always pretend to be so noble in front of me, but you're always so passionate in front of other men..."

Amelia interrupted angrily, "I have never!"

Patrick looked relieved. "It seems that I misunderstood you. You may continue."

But he seemed like did not believe her at all!

She did not know where these intrusive thoughts came from, but she was so upset that she threw away all the jewelry in one fling.

They clattered and fell to the ground, just like her disorderly heartbeat at this time.

Noticing the faint redness at the corner of her eyes, Patrick's eyes darkened and he instructed unexpectedly, "Come to me."

"For what?" She had not taken off her clothes yet!

Patrick looked at her and said faintly, "You're too slow. I can't wait any longer."

Amelia did not reply.

Clenching her fists, she was like a warrior who was ready to sacrifice herself with every step that she took towards him.

Finally arriving in front of Patrick, she was handed the leftover wine in his glass and he ordered, "Drink it."

Amelia was still very vigilant. "I'm not thirsty, I don't feel like drinking!"

Patrick kept the glass raising posture and questioned, "Why? Are you worried that I'll add something to the wine?"

Amelia shrugged. "I definitely can't exclude this possibility."

Patrick snorted coldly, "Using drugs to conquer a woman is the least confident means for a man. It's something not worth doing for me."