Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1344

She stared at Patrick with hesitation and her heart was pounding on whether to say something. At the sight of this, Patrick smiled crookedly and said, "I'll be here waiting for you. But, if you need my help, I'm more than willing to go in and bathe for you."

Amelia headed inside without turning back when he heard Patrick's words. In the next second, all he could hear was the bathroom being slammed shut.

He knew it!

Patrick burst out laughing after successfully messing around with her.

As a result, he accidentally strained his waist muscle when he laughed too hard. His smile faded in an instant. At this moment, his face crumpled as he was swept by the sudden surge of agonizing pain.

He made use of the sound of water running in the bathroom, and thought that it would be impossible for Amelia to overhear him from inside. Hence, he took out his phone and made a call.

A moment later, someone knocked at the door again. With one of his hands placing on his waist, he limped towards the door.

When Patrick went and answered the door, all he could see was Wayne who returned with a first aid kit box on his shoulder.

After getting the permission for entrance from both Patrick and the guard at the door, Wayne entered into the room. He glanced at Patrick and asked, "Your waist injury is recuring again, am I right?"

"Yeah." Patrick acknowledged his question before glancing at the first aid kit carried by Wayne. He asked, "Have you brought it?"

Wayne replied, "Yeah, it's with me. Do you want me to inject it for you now?"

Patrick gave him a brief nod before beginning to take off the bandage on his waist.

Wayne turned around and shot a glance in direction of the bathroom. Hethen said, "We have to be quick. You won't want your wife to see this and be worried of you."

At the sight of this, Patrick snorted coldly.

Wayne hurriedly turned around to face him. He clarified, "No, I didn't see anything."

"You can't do that either." It was not hard to tell that Patrick was overloaded with his possessiveness.

Wayne had no other choice but to compromise, "Fine! I'll have my back facing the bathroom when injecting you, what do you say?"

Patrick finally agreed. He then removed the bandage on his waist skillfully. Meanwhile, Wayne took out the syringe filled with painkiller from the first aid kit box.

"Do you prefer to stand or sit down when I give you the injection?" Wayne thought that the posture of sitting down would more or less ease his pain.

However, Patrick blurted out without a doubt, "I'll stand. Hurry up."

It appeared that Patrick wanted nothing but to get the injection done as quick as possible. He did not bother to waste any time sitting down or getting ready.

However, Wayne could not help but baffle, "Mr. Patrick, if you're afraid to let your wife see you in this state, why don't you get it done in another room? There's no way that she's going to find out in that case."

Patrick's gaze turned soft as he glanced in direction of the bathroom subconsciously. He murmured, "I told her that I'm going to wait for her here."

The tenderness of Patrick's voice immediately caused Wayne to have goosebumps. Staring in direction of the bathroom still, Patrick was more like saying those words to Amelia than talking to Wayne. After all, they were both grown-up men. That was the first time Wayne ever heard Patrick talking like this.

Wayne shook his head and forced himself back to the reality. He swept a glance at Patrick's waist. It was this one look that sent him into shock. The smile on his smile faded as he grunted, "Patrick! Your waist is swollen!"

Patrick strangled Wayne as he hissed warningly, "Keep your voice down! If she were to hear you, I swear that you're not going to make it to tomorrow!"

Wayne hurriedly gave him an 'OK' hand gesture as he grasped for air.

Patrick was not relieved from the fear that Amelia might notice the commotion outside. He then peeked at the bathroom again. At that moment, he made sure that he still heard the sound of water running in there, it was only then he let go of Wayne.

Just then, Wayne thought of clearing his throat as his hands were on his neck. However, he changed his mind as soon as he received the dead stare from Patrick.

After giving Patrick the painkiller injection, Wayne began advising him earnestly, "Patrick, I know you won't like me nagging, but still I must say something. Although this painkiller injection can instantly ease your pain, this is just a temporary measure. I have to remind you that this is not your antidote. Look, your waist is getting worse..."

"So?" Having in mind that Amelia might come out at any time, Patrick did not bother to listen to Wayne's long-winded speech.

Wayne finally said, "So I advise you to reduce walking and have enough rest. You won't want to risk worsening your injury and spend the rest of your life on a wheelchair."

"Is this a curse?" Patrick narrowed his eyes coldly as he shot a glance at Wayne. After all, he planned to travel around the world with Amelia. There was no way that he wanted to be wheeled around for the remaining of his life.

"It's not..." Smiling sheepishly, Wayne began to apply anti-inflammatory ointment on the swollen part of Patrick's waist.

Just as Wayne was about to put on new bandage for Patrick's injury, all in a sudden, they heard a noise coming from the bathroom. He thought that Amelia was coming out from the bathroom, Patrick was overwhelmed by shock.

Just as both of them were stunned, they heard a low yet persistent white noise coming from the bathroom.

Wayne heaved a sigh of relief. He broke the silence in the room, "Your wife is blowing her hair dry! That was most probably the sound of her plugging in a hairdryer earlier."

Patrick's expression relaxed a little after ensuring that danger was cleared. However, his expression darkened again at the sight of Wayne turning around and glancing in direction of the bathroom. He hushed, "Turn your face here!"

"Yes, Sir!" Wayne hurriedly did as per told by Patrick. Otherwise, he could be sure that Patrick was going to break his neck in the next second.

Just as Amelia lifted her arm, Patrick's expression darkened as his gaze fell sharply on the back of her left hand. He asked insidiously, "What happened to your hand?"

Amelia followed his gaze until she spotted the bite mark on her left hand. She had to remove the bandage on her hand before bathing. That was why she thought of putting on a new one after coming out from the bathroom.

Patrick held her injured hand gently. Anyone in his right mind could tell that her hand was covered with horrible bite marks. He asked again, "Who left the bite marks on your hand?"

All of a sudden, Patrick paused as he recalled of the countless bruises scattering on both of her arms. He decided to ask his row of questions in one shot, "And also the bruises on your arms. Tell me now, who did that to you!"

Despite his voice remained calm as he asked those questions, Amelia could tell from his eyes that they were filled with hatred and viciousness. She decided to pull a prank on him, "What are you

going to do after you know who's the culprit who did these to me? Are you going to avenge for me?" "No. I simply asked." Patrick put on a smile on his face to convince her. However, the truth was he swore that he was going to torture that culprit to death had he found out who was that person!

It was at this time that Amelia lifted her hand and pinched his face all in a sudden. It was a valorous act of her especially knowing that he was suppressing his boiling anger!

She went ahead and did so without a doubt. In addition, she mocked, "You should probably look at yourself in the mirror. You will only then get to see yourself how fake is your smile. You know what, I can tell that you want nothing more than murdering the culprit right away!"

It turned out that Patrick was not offended by her daring act at all. In fact, he enjoyed to have her messing around with him.

Despite so, he still wanted the answer to his questions. He demanded threateningly, "Hey, don't you dare to change the topic now! Otherwise, I'm going to spank you again!"

Amelia pursed her lips as soon as she received the dead stare from Patrick. She had no choice but to tell him the truth, "I know that you're not going to believe me. But I still need to tell you the truth. I left those bite marks on my hand myself. As for those bruises, I'm the one who did that to myself too. No one is involved in those injuries."

Those words had taken Patrick aback by shock. He asked again perplexingly, "You did all these to yourself? But why?"

Speaking of this, Amelia could not help but murmur indignantly, "I thought you don't want to know at all."

When she was prepared to tell him everything, he made it very clear that he did not want to know. However, just as she was about to move on from the past, he was demanding for the truth at this time. She wondered if both of them were meant to look for each other's troubles.

Patrick stumbled over her words. A moment later, he said, "Fine, I'm not going to ask you anymore."

At some point in time, Amelia thought that he was mad at her.

Nevertheless, in the next second, he reached out his hand and began tossing her hair. He then said calmly, "I have some bandage and ointment here with me. You can use mine."

"Oh..." Amelia could not believe that Patrick decided not to pursue on that matter. After all, judging from his character in the past, he would not let go of her without first getting what he

wanted.