Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1155

Amelia thought for a moment. With Patrick's charm, there was indeed no need for him to drug the wine.

Because the mere act of him hooking his fingers would cause countless of women to clamour after him.

There was only a little wine left, but still, it was enough to enhance courage. So she took the goblet from his hand and drank it up.

Just as she handed the glass back, Patrick suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms skillfully.

"Hey!" Amelia, who fell onto his lap, was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, she thought of something and raised her watery eyes as she fumbled at his upper body in a panic, "The sedative! Is the drug okay?"

Patrick trussed her tiny groping hands aside and answered with a slightly disordered breath, "Okay, the warm-up is done."

"What?" Amelia was stunned.

Drinking wine equals to... warming up?

Then she should have not drank it!

Gazing into her remorseful eyes, Patrick acted like he was pronouncing a judgment. He proclaimed coldly, "It's too late."

Amelia hurriedly looked down at her thick clothes and argued with a sense of security, "Okay, anyway, this will happen sooner or later. If you think I'm slow, why don't you help me take off my clothes instead?"

She thought she was very smart.

Unexpectedly, Patrick had already pulled out a blade from the side.

For a moment, Amelia's composure, which she pretended to be calm, cracked.

Patrick stared at her, but she was staring at the knife, and her voice trembled. "What... what are you trying to do?"

"What do you think?" With the blade in his hand, he cut off her coat.

Amelia had heard of the word 'clean-cut', but this was the first time she had seen it in action!

If Patrick's hand was not kept steady, her head would be cut off from her neck!

"Wait a minute!" Before he struck again, Amelia stopped him in a loud voice.

Patrick glanced at her with a faint smile. "You're regretting this already?"

Amelia felt embarrassed. "I..."

Patrick's blade was still hanging in midair. "I've said before that if you regret this, you can leave at any time. I won't force you."

"No, you're not forcing me!" Amelia hurriedly denied. "I wasn't regretting anything. I just think that this romantic moment is being robbed off by this blade."

"So what?" Patrick admired how she desperately struggled.

Amelia forced a smile, "Women are like treasures. It's no fun to dig till the end all at one go. It's more mysterious to dig from nothing, as it could make you taste the sweetness of your hard work, isn't it?"

Patrick looked at her scornfully and replied, "For me, only a virgin is qualified to be called a mysterious treasure. And you, you're just something that I can play with. I already know everything about you, so why would I spend more time on this 'excavation process'?"

Amelia could only think of persevering! Patrick had the medicine hidden on his body! He also had a knife in his hand!

"President Ramsay, do you have any other peculiar things to say?"

Without a reply, Amelia urge herself to think faster! Otherwise, the knife would strike again!

"Looks like there's nothing left to say." As Patrick answered his own question, the first layer of her clothing under her jacket was immediately snapped apart.

"Ah!" she cried out.

"Why are you yelling?" Patrick asked disdainfully.

"Because I'm afraid!" Patrick looked so fierce when he struck his knife down. It was as if he was going to kill her.

Patrick sneered, "If you didn't dress up like this, I wouldn't have to do this to you."

Amelia felt wronged, "But you can't tear all my clothes apart. How should I go out to meet people after this?"

Amelia was quite nervous at first. When she saw that he was not able to unbutton a button for a long time, her heart began to calm down.

After a while, she simply leaned on his lap to watch the show.

It was not until Amelia yawned for the first time that Patrick unbuttoned all the buttons.

Just when he thought that there would be a glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel, he unexpectedly found another similar blouse underneath it!

Patrick's face was pale, and he roared, "How many more of such similar clothes are you wearing?"

Hearing his roar, Amelia immediately sobered up.

As soon as she looked up, she saw the murderous gleam in his eyes. She smiled, "Have you ever heard of the Russian Matryoshka doll? Until the last moment, you will never know how many layers of them there are."

"I don't have time to play this boring game with you!" Anyway, since he had left her with a complete set, so Patrick decided not to be polite anymore.

Upon seeing him reaching out to touch the blade, Amelia who had already thought of a plan suddenly called out with a pair of watery eyes, "Brother."

Patrick's hand that was holding the knife suddenly paused. He asked in a chilling tone, "What did you just call me?!"

Gazing into his disordered eyes, Amelia answered with a smile, "I called you 'brother'."

Patrick flew into a rage. "Shut up! You're not my sister!"

Seeing how provoked he was, Amelia continued innocently, "But, gramps has admitted that I am indeed his granddaughter. If I am not your sister, then what else could I be?"

Patrick chided, "Gramps is old and muddleheaded, but I'm not! I'm not interested in simply taking any siblings. Don't call me brother anymore. Do you hear me?"

"But if I don't get used to calling you that, wouldn't I be exposed if gramps were to suddenly appear beside us one day?" Amelia asked.

Patrick really wanted to tear her mouth apart. This woman was using Owen's excuse to stop him!

"Florence has always been my only sister! As for you, you're just a tool for me to vent my desire!"