Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1660

Did his wife just coo him back?

Patrick was taken aback for a moment and found this new feeling quite well. In fact, it made him feel happy deep down.

"Okay, stop spacing out"

At some point, Amelia had come to Patrick with a tissue. At the sight that Patrick was still reminiscing, Amelia could not help but shake her head with a smile. Then, she lifted Patrick's chin with her index finger to wipe the lipstick mark from his lips.

Patrick turned and faced her. Patrick was in his seat and Amelia stood, so he could only look up at her. He hated looking up at others.

However, Amelia was different. When her soft hair gently swept across his face, the faint scent of her shampoo made him feel refreshed, not to mention her focused gaze and her delicate face. These were all what he yearned from the bottom of his heart.

Patrick could not help himself from hugging her waist. The moment Amelia put down the tissue after finished wiping, he buried his face to her increasingly protruding belly.

"It's so soft." He was talking about her waist.

"It smells good." It was about her perfume.

"I like it." He was expressing his mood.

Amelia raised her hand to smooth his jet black hair as she heard his whispers. "I find that sometimes, you're like a child."

Patrick raised his head and looked at Amelia. "You don't like it?"

No one could refuse such a face, and Patrick was her lover too. Amelia blurted out, "No. You know I like children the most."

Patrick smiled and his charm danced between the border of dominance and child- like innocence. Amelia gasped and had an impulse to kiss him again.

She wanted to avert her eyes, but her gaze froze on his face. She probably did not want to miss this moment of Patrick revealing the other side of his character. Either way, she was tempted.

Right then.

"Amy, you look like you want to kiss me."

"I'm just thinking, when can you let me go?"

"I'll never let you go."

"That's not what I mean... Hmm!" Before Amelia could finish her sentence, Patrick suddenly got up from his chair.

His 1.8m of stature immediately towered over Amelia. His lips attacked hers, and his slender fingers slipped into her hair. With a slight force, he tugged on her hair to raise her face to deepen his kiss.

After a short while, he started to gently tidy her ruffled hair while he watched her pink lips. Then, he bashfully said, "This way, you don't have to worry about smudging your lipstick when you have breakfast."

"Thank you for being so considerate." Patrick should worry about himself. After all, he had just eaten a mouthful of wax!

Finally, Patrick tugged a lock of hair hanging down from Amelia's shoulder behind her ear. He then stopped and pinched the tip of her ear with two fingers. As expected, they were scorching.

This only made him feel more pleased.

Amelia gave him a gentle push and he returned to his seat obediently, like a beast waiting for his meal.

But from his satisfied expression, it seemed that he had already 'eaten his fill'.

Amelia withdrew her gaze and walked to her seat. Meanwhile, her mind was floating along with her pace. Her head was echoing Patrick's sweet words with a smile on her face.

The contradictory charm of this mature man with the lovely sense of young adoration made her heart beat faster.

Half an hour after.

The couple finished their breakfast. Different from Patrick's coffee, Amelia was holding a glass of milk.

Ever since Patrick found out that Amelia was pregnant, she had to drink a glass of hot milk at breakfast and before bed every day.

Amelia felt that if she went on like this, her body would go soft from having so much milk.

After listening to her statement, Patrick could not help laughing. Then he leaned forward to say, "Amy, if that's true, I'll definitely die on you."

Amelia's hand shook as she heard this, and she stared at him with a flushed face, "I'm telling the truth!"

"I'm telling the truth too." After Patrick finished, he took a sip of coffee gracefully. However, his eyes were still full of laughter when he looked at Amelia's body along the rim of the cup.

Amelia gritted her teeth and quickly finished the milk. She then used the excuse of washing the cup to avoid his interference.

At her reaction, Patrick felt that even the coffee tasted sweet.

When everything was ready, Patrick walked to the door with their luggage.

Amelia followed him. After changing their shoes, they went to the garden gate.

"Wait for me. I'll drive here," said Patrick as he placed the luggage beside Amelia's legs. After that, he headed for the garage.

Amelia stayed where she saw in a good mood. At that moment, the blue sky and white clouds appeared exceptional to her.

Unexpectedly, her phone rang.

Amelia wondered who would call her this early in the morning. When she looked at the phone, she found that it was from Granny Hopper.

Amelia recalled that Granny Hopper usually got up early, so Amelia pushed the answer button with understanding and greeted, "Granny."

Granny Hopper's voice rang out. "Amelia, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you free to have breakfast with me and gramps?"

Time went by.

"Mr. Hopper, Miss Amelia Ramsay..."

The sweet calling broke Patrick and Amelia's sleepiness.

Patrick opened his eyes first and frowned after being awakened. The stewardesses who came to deliver the meal was so frightened that they wanted to scurry away.

Amelia woke up a few seconds later. She saw two stewardesses holding the trays in their hands tremblingly. Under Patrick's 'glare', they did not dare to say a word.

"Is it time for dinner?" Amelia pulled the blanket to her knees and asked, "It smells good. What is it?"

One of the stewardesses informed nervously, "It's fried steak! If you're not satisfied with it, we can prepare something else!"

Amelia paused for a moment, then said softly to them, "It's okay. I'm good with it."

After that, Amelia lowered the foldable table in front of her and Patrick. Then, Amelia said to stewardesses, "Please serve them here."

"Okay!" Patrick's fierce stares scared the stewardesses. However, they were appeased by Amelia's gentle smile. They both wanted to serve Amelia. As a result, they clanged their trays together, which caused Patrick to purse his thin lips.

After opening the lid in a hurry, the stewardess heard Amelia say, "Thank you. We can handle it from here."

The stewardess breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Have a nice meal!"

Amelia continued, "It's my first time eating steak on the plane. I wonder how it tastes like."

Patrick's expression softened. "Try it. I hope it's going to be a perfect experience for you."

In actuality, Amelia did not care much about the taste of the steak. What she cared about was Patrick's mood. "With you by my side, everything is well."

The sternness on Patrick's face completely diminished. He was getting giddy before he could even finish his champagne.

Eight hours later, they arrived at the tourist attraction that was the Maldives.

Amelia speculated that the photoshoot would be close to islands and the sea, and she anticipated swimming with the marine life.

However, Patrick was not in a hurry to shoot. He first took Amelia to the seaside villa and discussed the plan with the photography team.

The plan was as usual, but the models were

Patrick Hopper and Amelia Ramsay, who were extremely good-looking. So, the photography team was confident that they could shoot a set of photos that had the effects of blockbusters.

As for why they were doing their best, it was because they had a sum of money. On the other hand, they also wanted to advertise.