Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1808

"Take a bath? Great." It was easy to sweat in the summer. Moreover, Amelia took a walk, so she had already sweated a long time ago.

After being sent to the bathroom by Patrick, Amelia saw him stand still and immediately understood what he was going to do.

However, she was in a good mood today. On one hand, it was George who signed the purchase contract of Roxxon Group. On the other hand, it was because Patrick's words in the small garden touched her. Therefore, she simply pretended to pound her shoulders and said, "Alas, today I helped dad massaged his legs for a long time and my hands are too sore to move..."

After saying that, she threw a pitiful look at Patrick.

Patrick's breathing suddenly became heavy and he said, "I, I'll help you!"

He was panting?

Amelia felt funny in her heart, but soon she couldn't laugh out because Patrick took a long time to clean her up.

An hour later—

Wrapped in a big bath towel, Amelia was carried by Patrick to the bed. She said with regret, "From now on, I won't... ask you... to help me... take a bath."

Damn it, he was becoming more and more fierce and durable under the gym training. If it weren't for her body, he would never stop tonight.

Patrick's palm-sized face was filled with the charm and good- naturedness of being irrigated. He could not help pecking her lips a few times, and then his palm touched her bulging belly. He asked, "Amy, is your stomach uncomfortable?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that his palm was kicked as if the baby was responding to his question.

It was not Amelia who responded to him, but their child.

Seeing this, Patrick heaved a sigh of relief. He smiled at Amelia and said, "It seems that next time, I can go deeper."

"How dare you." Amelia gave him a pity look, but his eyes were soft. Not only was it not shocking, but the corners of her eyes were red because of crying, as if they were stained with blossoms, which made Patrick pity her.

"I wouldn't dare. I'm just kidding," said Patrick as he kissed her enticing eyes. He wondered why his wife was so good-looking.

Amelia's eyes were kissed again and again by him. She felt so tired that she could not help closing her eyes.

Patrick wanted to play with her, but since she was too tired, he didn't want to do it.

"Amy?"

When Amelia was in a daze, she seemed to hear someone calling her and could not help but utter a "hmm? " softly.

The mellow voice sounded close to her ear. "Aren't your hands aching? Let me massage you."

"Hmm..." From the beginning to the end, Amelia's eyes were still closed. It was obvious that she trusted and relied on Patrick.

Patrick slowly pulled back his hand that was under her head. He gently removed the only towel on her body and began to massage her with both hands.

With this massage, Amelia felt even drowsier. She turned her small face and found a comfortable position, then she fell asleep heartlessly.

Patrick was left alone, staring at her snow-white, perfect body with red eyes.

He touched the tip of his nose that was a little itchy, and there was a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth. If he had known this earlier, he would not have taken this "troublesome task"...

Although she was very happy that he cared about her, she was also very clear about what was in between them. It was not only the past lies, but also the harm, as well as her big brother and her parents...

Hobart stared at Maryanne's slightly dazed eyes and could not help but snort in his heart. He knew that she was thinking about that kid again!

What was good about that guy? He was not loyal to her, but also a liar! What’s more, he was a coward!"

If he really loved Maryanne, why didn't he dare to come to the Home of Smith and confess the conspiracy and truth?

Therefore, he despised Milton!

If the Milton dared to admit what he had done in front of his whole family, maybe he would be looked up to!

Hobart replied, "So you like to stay at home? This is beyond my expectations."

Maryanne nodded. "That's why you don't have to worry about me, brother. By the way, aren't you going to work today? Isn't it a bad idea..." "Maryanne, don't worry about my career. In my heart, your happiness is the most important thing."

Hobart laughed as he sensed that something was amiss. "Since you don't like to go out, I'll have to bring Mr. Tomson and the others to our house. What do you think?"

"No!" Maryanne immediately objected.

"Hmm?" Hobart looked annoyed at her refusal. "But what should I do? I've already made an appointment with them last night. I'll either bring you out or invite them in. Maryanne, you're sensible now. I don't think you'll put me in a difficult position, right?"

Maryanne forced a smile.