Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1871

He glared at her no matter what she did. What on earth did he want her to do?

Amelia shook her head helplessly.

Patrick grumbled, "I haven't shook my head yet. Why are you shaking it?"

He was such a good-tempered husband, but she dared to show such an expression. She was really asking for punishment!

Amelia, who needed to be punished, was gently placed on the bed by Patrick, and then he took out the pillow from her hand and put it behind her.

"Go to sleep," he said.

After Amelia lay down, she felt that she could sleep straight when her head had just touched the pillow, without adjusting her posture.

Patrick put the phone she threw him on her bedside table, turned off the lights around, and said to her tenderly, "Good night."

After Amelia mouthed a "good night", she rubbed her pillow and closed her eyes to try to enter sleep mode.

Patrick saw that it was still early, so he got up and went to the gym room to do some exercises. Then he went to another room to take a cold shower. After that, he went back to his bedroom, got on the bed, and fell asleep with his wife in his arms.

It was uncertain whether it was because of the biological clock or the uncomfortable posture, Amelia suddenly opened her eyes in Patrick's arms and pulled his hair.

"Hmm?" Feeling that his hair was grabbed, Patrick grabbed Amelia's restless little hand in the dark and asked in surprise, "Amy, haven't you slept yet?”

"Hmm," said Amelia subconsciously.

The next second, Patrick gave a muffled laugh, and then the laughter grew louder and louder. It was not until Amelia punched his chest that he stopped laughing.

"Amy, why did you do this? In order to be angry with me, you had to come to bed so early that you can't fall asleep, right? Why don't you talk to me? Maybe you will fall asleep after a while?"

Amelia ignored him and used her little head to hit him,

Patrick didn't feel pain when she hit him with her soft head. Instead, he wanted to laugh.

"Puff... Amy, do you want me to tell you a story?"

Since Amy was pregnant with Ellison, the number of times Patrick read the children's books had been increasing.

However, he was not very interested in beautiful love stories such as "The Daughter of the Ocean". This probably had something to do with his character. He would not let go of the people he liked, not to mention sacrifice himself to help others to achieve their happiness.

Hearing that he was going to tell a story, Amelia agreed.

So, Patrick began to tell a wisdom- based story. As a result, the plot was so interesting

that Amelia became even less sleepy when she listened.

She suspected if Patrick was doing it on purpose.

After the story was finished, Patrick asked softly, "Amy, are you asleep?"

As a result, his hair was once again tugged, and this time, it carried a bit of anger.

"What's wrong? Still can't fall asleep?" Patrick didn't reflect on himself at all.

Think about it. Telling a story with suspense to a person who couldn't fall asleep was just like telling her, "Why don't you skip sleeping and find out the truth with me?"

Patrick let her grab his hair, since it didn't hurt anyway. "Then I'll tell you one more?"

Amelia simply covered his mouth with her hand and stopped him from talking.

As a result, Patrick thought that she was losing her temper again. After taking off her small hand, he began to tell another new story.

Amelia really wished that she was brainless so that she wouldn't fall into deep thinking because of the stories he told.

"Amy?" Patrick called her after he finished his story. As a result, the woman beside him stopped pulling his hair and must have fallen asleep.

However, Amelia didn't sleep at all!

She knew that if she didn't pretend to be asleep, Patrick would have to continue.

She admitted that his Mandarin was standard and his feelings were very full. But the story he told was not suitable for helping to sleep at all. Instead, he was making her mind clearer!

Ten minutes later, Patrick's breathing was steady, but Amelia's eyes were still open.

She could not help but think gloomily, "Is this the price I have to pay for ignoring Patrick?"

*

Back to two hours ago-

Home of Cook.

"What? You want me to take a bath for Milton?" Maryanne, who was encouraged by Milton to the living room to watch TV with Sierra, was not calm at all when she heard that.

Maryanne replied quickly, "Yes!"

Milton reminded her vaguely, "Are you sure you won't have a psychological shadow if you see something you shouldn't look at later?"

Listening to his words, Maryanne could not help but recall the scene of her sitting on his waist. Her heart could not help but skip a beat.

She composed herself and said, "I know... that's a normal physiological reaction of a man. I won't be so surprised anymore. Don't worry!"

Seeing that she was cool with it, Milton stopped putting on airs and said, "Okay, then please push the wheelchair over, Maryanne."

Maryanne immediately turned around and pushed the wheelchair leaning against the corner of the wall over. Then, she saw that Milton had already removed his intact foot from the bed.

At this time, he was slowly shifting his broken leg from the bed with his intact hand.

Then, under Maryanne's surprised gaze, Milton tried to stand up, but the next second, she heard an "oh" and saw him falling back onto his bed in pain.

"Milton!" Maryanne cried out. God knew how excited she was the moment she saw him stand up on his own!

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the reality gave her and Milton a slap in the face.

"I'm fine." Seeing Maryanne throw away the wheelchair and run towards him, Milton was worried that she would be worried and hurriedly said, "I was just trying. I wasn't holding much hope anyway."

Maryanne stared at his slightly pale side profile and tried to comfort him. "Please, don't be sad. The doctor said that you'll be fine in two months. We don't need to worry, okay?"

Milton hid his anxiety and replied gently, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

"Come, let me help you to the wheelchair," Maryanne said as she tried her best to support Milton.

During the process, Milton borrowed Maryanne's strength while using his intact foot to bring the two of them to the wheelchair.

Maryanne heaved a sigh of relief when Milton sat down. It was the first time in her life that she had ever had the experience of taking care of a patient.

Milton put his foot back on the footrest and reminded Maryanne in a warm voice, "Maryanne, that's enough. Please push me to the bathroom."

After they entered the bathroom, a bigger test came. Maryanne was going to take off Milton's clothes and pants.

"Wait, should I first fill the bath with water before taking off his clothes? But what if he wants to wash his hair? I can't let him take a bath with the same water, can I?"

Seeing that Maryanne was deep in thought,