Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1195

Amelia did not believe him. "You must have bribed Audrey! Otherwise, why would you show up at this time? You clearly know that I didn't go to work!" Patrick found it ridiculous and said, "Is your mind only filled with such intrigues these days?

I didn't bribe your little assistant. When I went to your company to send dad's inheritance agreement, I saw her in front of the company driving your car.

So I asked her what happened. She told me that you were feeling dizzy and you allowed her to drive your car back to the company after sending you home. That's all."

Amelia's heaved a sigh of relief after listening to the full story.

Fortunately, she had colluded with Audrey in advance, otherwise...

Just then, Amelia's heart throbbed when she felt the touch of fingertips on her temples.

Unbelievable! Was Patrick giving her a massage on her temple!?

Wait a minute...!

Or did he hate her to the extent that it was some trick which he had secretly prepared to harm her as he finally got the opportunity to get close to her?

Amelia's heart skipped a beat. Since she cherished her life, she desperately tried to break away from his hand.

In the next second, Patrick warned in a deep voice, "Don't move. I don't want to hurt you."

While dealing with a fragile and important part like her temple, he had to pay full attention while controlling his force. If Amelia was still not cooperative, he was truly afraid that he could not soothe her headache and would hurt her instead.

Gradually, Amelia realized that her worry was completely unnecessary.

Patrick's massage made her feel so comfortable that she almost fell asleep.

But her past experience taught her to never sleep under the claws of a wild beast, no matter how tired she was.

Therefore, she forcibly gathered herself together and said, "You may stop the massage. I'm fine."

Patrick said angrily, "Why are you still forcing yourself when you can't even stand straight?"

"I..." Amelia became speechless. Could she say that she did not have a headache at all?

Patrick would definitely doubt her if she said so. If it was not a headache, then which part of her was in pain?

Amelia refused to talk about anything related to her 'belly'!

Following Patrick's gentle massage with his fingers, the atmosphere between the two became harmonious, at least it seemed to be so in the eyes of outsiders.

All the servants who passed by the living room, intentionally or unintentionally, looked extremely puzzled after seeing the scene.

Why did they even divorce when they were clearly so affectionate towards each other?

"I bet on one dollar. Ms. Amelia will marry Mr. Patrick again!"

"I'll bet on two dollars!"

"I bet..."

After witnessing Amelia waking up with a start and suddenly closing her eyes for multiple times, Patrick could not help but tried to persuade softly, "Just take a nap if you're tired."

At first, Amelia was still holding on, but probably because of the side effects of the medicine, she became more sleepy. In the end, she inadvertently lie her head on Patrick's broad and firm shoulder.

Patrick smiled slightly. It was not an easy task to have made her lose defense.

In the chaos, he heard Amelia muttering, "Don't leave me..."

Patrick's fingers suddenly froze, and his eyes were as dark as ink.

Knowing clearly that Amelia had been unconscious, or that her words might not be for him either, he still could not help feeling his heart burning.

Finally, he lowered his eyes and stared at her face, which would always turn adorable as soon as she fell asleep. He said softly, "Okay."

Amelia trembled and recalled in detail, it seemed that there was really such a thing!

How could she say such words? She would definitely be laughed to death by him later!

As she looked regretful, Patrick supposed that she had remembered it, so he continued, "Not only that..."

"What? Is it not over yet?" Seeing the affirmative look in Patrick's eyes, Amelia desperately wanted to vanish immediately.

Patrick enjoyed her embarrassment and said, "Do you want to hear more about the dirty things you've done to me?"

Rationally, Amelia did not want to know about it. But her emotions made her to be out of control, and wanted to listen to the rest of it.

So she became silent.

And in a sense, her silence was equivalent to acquiescence.

Therefore, Patrick said vividly, "You not only told me not to leave you, but also rubbed your head against my chest that made me almost out of breath so I wanted to push you away. But unexpectedly, you got so lecherous that you kissed me and it was even a french kiss..."

As Amelia was listening to Patrick, her face turned as red as a tomato, that was bright and juicy.

"There's more..."

"Shut up!" Before Patrick could say anything more embarrassing, Amelia stopped him indignantly. "Don't you dare to say any more!"

Patrick snorted, "That's what you did. Why are you stopping others from talking about it?"

As he sounded like he had been defiled, Amelia said subconsciously, "Don't make it sound like you did not benefit at all!"

Patrick sounded even more aggrieved. "I really didn't benefit at all. I've only tasted bitterness as your mouth is full of the taste of medicine."

Amelia seemed to have thought of something and suddenly burst into laughter.