Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1990

"It's... enough!” Amelia glared at him and pulled away his hand that was pinching her face.

After returning to normal, she said, "With such a charm, whoever wants it can take it. It's not like I can't afford to get hurt."

Patrick smiled and rubbed her hair. "Okay, don't be discouraged. Do you want me to play games with you?"

Amelia shook her head and said, "No, it's more important to coax Cicily to sleep."

Patrick looked down at the little thing in the baby bed. He was enjoying himself. He was biting a shark doll's tail, drooling.

Seeing her husband's expression, Amelia lowered her head and looked at her son.

After seeing the little guy's action clearly, she hurriedly reached out to take away the shark doll from his mouth.

The little boy immediately raised his two short arms to grab it from her.

"No," she said. "There's bacteria on it. You can't eat it."

Ellison couldn't grab it after a long time. He couldn't help shriveling his lips, revealing a look of grievance.

Seeing this, Amelia's heart suddenly softened, but she did not return the shark doll that he bit to him. Instead, she turned around to get a pacifier and stuffed it into the little guy's mouth.

Ellison immediately sucked in, and his agitated expression quickly calmed down.

He had transformed into a little angel with just a pacifier.

Amelia patted his small chest and looked up at Patrick. "Mr. Hopper, sing a song for Sicily. I've told several fairy tales, but he doesn't want to sleep at all."

Sing?

Patrick pursed his lips, indicating that he rarely sang.

"It’s fine, just give it a try. Either way, Cicily and I won't laugh at you." Amelia held her chin with one hand and looked at him with a smile.

Patrick reluctantly agreed, "Okay, what do you want me to sing?"

"Well... Let's start with a simple song. Little Star."

Amelia was afraid that he had never listened to children's songs before, so she chose an easy song.

Patrick coughed slightly out of discomfort and asked, "What’s the first sentence?"

Amelia opened her mouth slightly because she was surprised. "Twinkle twinkle little star. Mr. Hopper, don't you know that?"

Patrick pretended to be strong. "No, I just didn't remember it just now. Listen carefully, I will definitely do it."

Amelia respectfully listened to him.

Patrick began to sing. His voice was actually very suitable for singing, steady and magnetic. Even singing children's songs gave people a feeling of deep affection.

However, Ellison didn't give him any face and turned over, pointing his butt at him.

Patrick's voice came to an abrupt end. He stared at Ellison's butt and said, "What does he mean?"

Amelia felt bad and said, "Don't get too agitated. Maybe Cicily has been lying in one position for too long, so he changed to a different posture."

Patrick resisted the urge to slap Ellison on the ass and continued to sing.

However, this time, Ellison simply covered his ears with his little fleshy hands. It was obvious that he disliked it.

The corners of Patrick's mouth twitched. He couldn’t help patting his ass. "You brat, how bad did I sound?"

Ellison's tiny butt trembled from the slap. He could not help but spit out the pacifier in his mouth as he kicked his leg and hummed.

Amelia hurriedly picked him up and said to Patrick with a little reproach, "Why did you hit him? Can't you talk to him nicely?"

He didn't even use any strength!

Patrick looked at Ellison, who was wriggling in Amelia's arms. He was very annoyed and thought, "This kid is obviously coming against him!"

Fortunately, Amelia didn't conitnue saying anything. She immediately said to Ellison, "All right, Cicily, be good. Daddy didn't mean to hit you on the butt. You hurt his self-esteem first. Daddy obviously sang very well, didn't he?"

Hearing her words, Patrick felt a little better.

Ellison gradually calmed down as he buried his head in Amelia's chest.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Amelia saw his son sleeping with the pacifier in his mouth, and put him back in the baby bed. Then she winked at Patrick and said, "All right, you go to take a bath quickly. Let's go to bed early tonight."

Patrick thought for a moment and explained, "Amy, I didn't use much strength just now."

Amelia nodded and said, "I know. I just felt that if I didn't criticize you, Cicily would definitely cry."

Hearing this, Patrick felt relieved and said, "Then I'll go take a bath now."

"Well, go." Amelia had already washed up. She could fall asleep at any time after facial care.

*

At the same time, in Home of Quartley.

Ryan was pacing back and forth in front of the door and did not press the doorbell.

His heart was in a mess. On one hand, it was because of his daughter. On the other hand, it was because of his wife.

Patrick was right. He could not just go to Amelia out of impulse. He still had a lot of problems to solve. And Ruth was his biggest problem now.

Should he tell her or not?

Ryan paced back and forth at the door and he had a headache.

Just then, a servant came out to throw the garbage and bumped into Ryan. "Master? Why aren't you going in?"

The guilt in Ryan's heart was boiling. He suddenly felt that he was a beast that had not only hurt his daughter but also failed his woman!

"I'm sorry, Ruth. I may disappoint you this time." He sighed deeply.

Ruth was in a good mood at this time. Hearing this, she smiled and said, "You have never let me down. It doesn't matter if you disappoint me once in a while."

Ryan couldn't bring himself to laugh.

*

Ryan had a dream at night.

In the dream, a lonely and desolate orphanage appeared. There were weeds and insects everywhere. A thin little girl squatted on the ground, holding her legs and lowering her head. Her appearance could not be seen clearly.

He walked over and asked her what she was doing across the broken iron gate. She said without looking up that she was waiting for her father.

He couldn't help asking her who her father was. She finally raised her head, revealing a pair of eyes that were very similar to that of Amelia. She looked at him sadly and said, "It's you."

"It's you!"

Ryan woke up from his dream!

He was panting heavily.

Hearing the sound, Ruth immediately turned on the bedside lamp and looked at her husband.

At first, seeing his pale face and shortness of breath, she thought he had asthma, but then she gave up the idea when she saw that he was not in a hurry to open the drawer to find medicine.

"Honey, did you have a nightmare?"

Ryan was still immersed in the dream. When he heard someone ask him, he answered subconsciously, "I dreamed of her..."

Ruth asked confusedly, "Who?"

Ryan held his head and sobbed.

Night was really a moment that could easily make people lose their minds.

Ruth was frightened. Other than the death of her father-in-law and mother-in-law, this was the first time she had seen her husband crying!

For the next week, Ryan kept dreaming of his daughter.

This made him absent- minded. Even if he walked, he would be tripped, choked when eating, and his body would get worse every time.

Seeing this, Ruth was anxious. However, because Ryan refused to tell her the whole story, she couldn't do anything.

The only thing she could do was to think that he was possessed!

Finally, one day, she couldn't help but ask, "Honey, I want to go to the temple on the mountain to pray tomorrow. Can you accompany me to go there?"