Amelia thought Patrick was glib when she heard his praise, she then said "Everyone has a love for beauty. Whereby I'm a lady, it's always right for me to love myself."
As she spoke, she crumpled the note in her hand, so that he would not see the contents on it.
Patrick sat down beside her and held her hand. He said with a faint smile, "Since you've said so, I have to do more skin care as well."
"What?" Amelia was startled and stared deadly at her hand he was holding. Could he have deliberately done so? Amelia thought in her heart because he happened to be holding her hand that had the note in it!
The moment when Amelia panicked like a rabbit, Patrick felt even more pity for her so he could not help but tightened his grip on her. "Think about it, I'm already older than you in age. What if you still look young like your thirties when I'm already in my forties? I may not seem to deserve you."
The corners of Amelia's mouth twitched slightly. She thought to herself that why should Patrick be bothered by such thing? Their remarriage had yet to be confirmed anyway!
She was also wondering if he could stop holding her hand? She could almost not hide the note inside!
Just when Amelia was anxious about what to do, Patrick said with slight dissatisfaction and depression, "Mrs. Hopper, you are in a daze again."
Amelia came to her senses, tried to please Patrick while patting on his broad shoulder and said, "I'm not, I'm just thinking if I have any skin care products which you could use. Well, let me go first so I can check it out for you."
As she spoke, she could not wait to save her hand from his palm.
"You don't have to worry about that for now." Patrick leaned down at the moment and threw her down to be in between the bed and him. As her eyes widen as round as a cat's and her soft breath brushing his neck, Patrick lowered his voice and said, "Mrs. Hopper's kiss is the best skin care product for me."
Holy!
So that was his intention after going a long way about!
Amelia moved her wrist and found that he was still grabbing onto her hand. So she looked at him helplessly and haggled, "Should you not mess with me once I kiss you?"
Patrick narrowed his eyes and seemed to be seriously considering it. "Well, it depends."
Upon hearing that he came up with such a conclusion after considering for long, Amelia was a little angry and said, "I want a certain answer from you!"
Patrick said slyly, "Kiss first and we'll talk."
"No way!" Of course she would not be fooled by him.
"Then let's just keep it this way." Patrick was reluctant to get up from the warm and soft body in his arms anyway.
"You rogue!" Scolded Amelia coquettishly after seeing that Patrick was going to sleep while holding her in his arms. Then she crooked her finger at him, meaning that she had agreed.
Patrick was delighted and immediately put his lips close to Amelia's where she could kiss him just by pouting.
D*mn he was horny!
After a smooch, Amelia turned her face away and asked bashfully, "That should be... it?"
Patrick stuck out his tongue and licked his sexy lips as if he was savoring her taste. After a while, he said, "Your kiss is just like you, murderously tender." "Hey!" Amelia immediately turned her face and looked at him with anger.
He seized her lips and kissed her deeply, to a point she was almost suffocating. Then he held her dazed little face and said, "But, I like it."
Because it proved that Mrs. Hopper had not practiced kissing with anyone other than him.
Amelia calmed her trembling heart down and noticed that the note in her hand was damp by her sweat which she felt it disgusting, so she urged Patrick to get up from her.
Different from dawdling like how he used to, Patrick got up very quickly and helped her up from the bedding. He then patiently tidied her messy hair.
Amelia's heart beat wildly again because of his careful movements and gentle eyes. She suddenly grabbed his hand and asked faintly, "Why do you treat me this well?"
Patrick was pissed off by her question, "What's with such silly question? Of course I have to treat you well, there's no other who deserves it."
Did she think that he should treat other women well? That naughty lady!
When Amelia met his fiery eyes, Amelia muttered weakly, "But once we return to the Northville, we'll no longer have any relationship."
In the past few days away from Northville, she had experienced Patrick's meticulous care and concern towards her. She was so obsessed with the feeling that she even selfishly wanted to stay there as to stay away from the disputes in her homeland. But it was impossible. She had to face the real world eventually.
Was it that severe?
Patrick changed into a more comfortable sitting position, as if it could ease his restless mood. "I will try my best."
Only to try his best?
Amelia was very dissatisfied with his answer, but when she thought of the incompatible relationship between Patrick and Sawyer, she responded with understanding.
The next second, she went forward and grabbed the man's big hand, saying, "Open it."
Patrick subconsciously stretched out his long and powerful fingers and stared at her from time to time, wanting to see what actually she was going to do.
As Amelia took a deep breath, she put the crumpled and sweaty note into his palm and said regardless, "Please unfold it and read it."
"Isn't it the manual?" Patrick said after taking a glance at it.
Amelia felt even guiltier as he seemed to have firmly trusted her words.
She shook her head and said softly, "It's actually not a manual. As to what it is exactly, just open it and see for yourself."
After Patrick opened it, his face darkened as he raised his eyes and asked, "Sawyer's men asking to meet you? What does that mean?"
It seemed... that Owen did not reveal to Patrick that Sawyer was also in Florentia, and that he was arrested because of drug trafficking.
She supposed that Owen had the same consideration as hers, being preventing Patrick to be troubled by Sawyer's existence.
Amelia pursed her lips and recalled with a pale face, "Hadn't I been sold to the club by Pablo after several transmission? At that time, I was locked in an iron cage to be auctioned on stage. As I was uncooperative, they drugged me in advance so as to forcibly make me be under their control. It was a drug trafficking site below the stage. When I was pushed to the stage for entertainment purposes, Sawyer offered the highest price and managed to have purchased me..."
When he heard Amelia personally talking about her experience, Patrick clenched his fists tightly. He firmly suppressed the impulse to kill to vent his anger and listened to her following words stiffly.
"It's also him who brought me back to the room when the drug in my body started to take effect..."

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