Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1982

When the servant saw that they were all children's things, she immediately asked, "Miss Ramsay, should I send them to your room?"

Amelia hesitated for a while.

"Put it in the storeroom first," George said.

Everyone looked at him.

George's eyes flashed and he immediately explained, "I have already prepared these things for Amelia. Put away these extra ones first and use them in the future."

He looked nervously at Amelia, afraid that she would give a different answer.

In the future?

Who knew when it would be?

However, they did not expose George's selfish motive.

Amelia had no objections. After all, no matter what, Ryan was not as important as George.

"I'll listen to dad," she said.

George immediately beamed with delight.

So the servant moved all the things sent by Ryan to the storeroom.

The two families continued to eat.

However, the atmosphere was a little strange.

The crowd looked at Amelia, intentionally or unintentionally, as if they wanted to see something from her face.

After meeting the eyes of others again, Amelia simply put down the chopsticks and asked, "Do you have anything to ask?"

And this "others" happened to be Florence.

She quickly averted her eyes and tried to cover it. "No, no, no! Let's eat!”

Amelia shook her head and picked up the chopsticks to continue eating.

And everyone did not dare to look at her in case of being caught by her.

After the meal, Amelia carried Ellison back to her room. After feeding him, she gently patted his back, wanting to coax him to sleep.

As a result, the little boy was playing with her hair.

As soon as Amelia put his little hand into her palm, the little fellow immediately stretched out the other one. His five fleshy, short fingers struggled to open, trying to grab her hair.

"So naughty, huh?" Amelia opened her mouth and bit his little hand.

Of course, she just held it with her lips and kept her teeth well. She would never hurt his tender skin.

Ellison, who had been bitten, immediately pulled back his hand. When the pain was gone, he stretched his hand out again.

Amelia immediately bit him again.

In the end, Amelia saw her son smiling!

Amelia couldn't help but kiss him twice. "Are you so happy to be with your mother? You didn't smile when your sister and brother teased you with toys."

Ellison blinked his big black eyes as if he agreed with her.

"Sicily, you're really my great treasure!" Amelia bowed her head and gave him a kiss again.

When she was about to raise her head, Ellison suddenly grabbed her hair. She could only keep her head low and untie his hand, but he gave her a wet kiss.

"Why are you so cute?" Amelia's heart was about to melt.

Ellison spat bubbles to show that he was cute.

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When Patrick came in, Amelia had fallen asleep with Ellison in her arms.

There was a baby bed next to her, but she would rather carry Ellison herself.

Sure enough, a son was a son, and he couldn't leave her for a moment.

Patrick said, "I was comforting him."

Amelia’s doubts about him were dispelled. She turned around and came face to face with him.

In this way, Ellison was lying between them.

"Amy, what are you doing?"

"We can't let Cicily be afraid of you all the time. We must let him get used to your existence. Let's start from letting him sleep between us."

As Amelia spoke, she gently pushed Ellison away from her embrace.

The little boy left his mother's sweet and soft arms and immediately became restless again.

Amelia gently pressed the little body that moved around and pointed to the Big Demon next to him... oh no, his own father said, "Cicily, that's dad. Can you say hello to him?”

Ellison looked in the direction of his mother's slender hand. It was a large face. For some reason, the little fellow clenched his little fist and was about to cry.

"Is it still not working?" Patrick touched his chin, feeling a little puzzled. "I smiled."

Amelia made a hypothesis. "Maybe your face was too close and it scared him?"

Patrick turned to her and asked, "Am I ugly?"

It was really hard for Amelia to say the word "ugly" to his face. "No, you are not scary because of your face, but because of your momentum. You should restrain your momentum. It may be better."

After listening, Patrick suddenly took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and operated with a bitter face.

Amelia could not help but ask, "Mr. Hopper, what are you doing?"

"Google."

"What do you want to search on Google?"

Patrick said, "How to hold back your momentum."

Amelia also felt this question was too difficult, so she said, "Take it easy."