Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1478

[Hurry up and end this d*mn single life for me.]

Upon hearing this, Amelia stretched her body and asked, "Hmm?"

Patrick was confused by her answer. He did not know whether she agreed or not.

Forget it, since she had suffered such a big blow, he decided not to force her.

Thinking of this, Patrick rubbed the back of her head and said dotingly, "Get up for dinner."

"Okay!" Amelia replied and stuck out her tongue at him playfully. "I have to go to the bathroom. You wait for me downstairs."

"Okay." When Patrick got up and left, he suddenly thought of something and turned back. He said to the lady who was getting out of the quilt, "Yes, you had a nightmare just now."

Amelia scratched her head and said, "Well, it seems to be."

Patrick saw her being so calm, his eyes dimmed, "Then why didn't you hug me when you woke up? And tell me what you dreamed of?"

Why did she not turned to him for support? Why did she kept hiding her feeling?

In fact, he knew it was not normal for Amelia to still having such intimate friendship with him after knowing his identity!

However, he could not pierce through this beautiful imagery of their friendship, because this would cause her to breakdown.

Therefore, he could only use this gentle way to direct her thoughts.

In the face of Patrick's doubts, Amelia just said lightly, "Because... I forgot the dream."

Patrick was stunned. "Forgot?" What kind of answer was that?

"Yes, it's a dream. Don't we all forgot our dreams most of the time? Don't you have such an experience?" Amelia looked at him strangely.

Patrick was speechless because he had indeed experienced something like this before.

"Anyway, it's good that you're all right. I'll go downstairs now."

This man who had failed to guide her was feeling depressed, but he was actually more worried that this lady would fall sick keeping too many emotion in her.

"Yes." Amelia nodded obediently.

Watching Patrick leave, Amelia suddenly stopped smiling and went into a daze.

She did not know how long it had been. She rubbed her face with her hand and whispered softly, "If what happened today was just a dream, how great that would be."

Downstairs.

As soon as Amelia appeared, Patrick pulled the chair next to him gentlemanly and made a "please" gesture to her.

"Thank you." Amelia answer like a lady.

Then, she glance through the food on the table and exclaimed with surprise, "Wow, all looks delicious!"

Patrick captured the word "looks" in her words, but he was not angry. He gently guide her to sit down.

He cooked three dishes and a soup today. There were meat, fish, and vegetable. A balance and nutritious combination.

He just did not know how it tasted. In fact, he was not confident.

In all fairness, he had tasted dishes made by Amelia. His cooking skills were obviously none comparable to her's.

"So, she was comforting me just now?" Patrick felt sweet but vexed.

After the meal, Patrick made himself clear that he did not want Amelia to wash the dishes.

"Really?" Amelia looked at him with concern.

"No, just watch some TV show!" Patrick waved his hand.

"But," Amelia put one hand around the other arm and said in a lonely tone, "I don't want to be alone..."

Patrick was stunned. He took off his oily gloves and held her in his arms. "I'm sorry. I hasn't consider your feelings!"

Leaning her head against his shoulder, Amelia whispered, "You don't have to apologize. It's my problem. I'm afraid that if I stay alone, I can't help thinking nonsense. In this way, I may cry again. This is not good for the baby and will also cause trouble to you."

Hearing this, Patrick felt an excruciating heartache. "You silly woman. Compared with baby, you are the one that worries me the most!"

Amelia's eyes reddened, not because of Patrick's reprimand, but because of all the bad things that happened during the day.

She had already tried her best to tell herself not to think about it and not to care about it, but it was useless. Those things would always pester her like evil ghosts in her dreams, not to mention when she was awake.

Patrick held her shoulders and said, "Amy, whenever you are with me, you don't need to force a smile. If you can feel better by crying, I won't stop you. Just cry."

As soon as she got his understanding, tears immediately poured out of the eyes of Amelia.

Seeing this, Patrick moved his handsome face forward and licked them off her face one by one, which made Amelia felt embarrassed to continue crying.