Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1995

When they returned to their room, Amelia stole a glance at Patrick and heard him say, "Amy, I want to take a bath first."

"Okay." Amelia loosened her arm and watched him walk into the bathroom.

Not long after, she heard her cell phone ring in her pocket.

She took out her phone and saw that it was a text message from Alice. It said, "Amelia, I've prepared everything for you. It's in the wardrobe."

After a moment of hesitation, Amelia walked to the wardrobe. When she opened the wardrobe, she saw a very eye-catching red clothes.

This was obviously not her own clothes.

With the addition of the text message sent by Alice, Amelia could not help thinking, "When did Alice prepare it for me?"

When she reached out to take it out, she found that it was a thin, transparent sexy nightdress like cicada wings. It was sexy. The mysterious place was covered with printed technique, but in the man's eyes, it was as if it was not covered.

Thinking of Alice asking her to wear this nightdress to appease Patrick, Amelia unconsciously bit her lower lip.

"I'd better wait for a while."

She put the nightdress back.

Half an hourlater-

Patrick came out of the bathroom and said to Amelia, "Amy, it's your turn to take a bath."

Hearing this, Amelia looked at him and saw that his hair was dripping with water drops, looking rather sexy.

She walked over, stood on her toes and pulled the towel off his neck. She said to him warmly, "Let me dry your hair first."

As soon as she finished speaking, he grabbed her wrist.

Sensing the coldness on his fingertips, she couldn't help asking, "You've taken a cold shower?"

"Mm," answered Patrick lightly.

Amelia said softly, "It's autumn. Be careful and don't catch a cold."

"It doesn't matter." He lowered his eyes and refused her good intentions. "Go take a bath. I can dry myself."

Amelia frowned slightly and said, "Well, I'm going to take a bath."

After that, she stuffed the towel into his hand and turned to the wardrobe to take her clothes.

Seeing her walk into the bathroom without any hesitation, Patrick's eyes darkened.

After hastily sweeping his hair with a towel, Patrick threw it heavily against the wall, making a wet and heavy thud.

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When Amelia released his long hair that had been blown dry and reappeared, he saw Patrick sitting on a rattan chair with his legs crossed, seemingly focused on a book.

But in fact, he had been reading the book upside down.

Amelia smiled helplessly and walked toward him.

As soon as she approached, Patrick smelled a delicate fragrance. He was lost in thought, and then his face was held by a pair of white hands.

When their eyes met, Amelia raised her hand to touch his black hair on the front of his forehead and asked with some concern, "Why is it still wet?"

Patrick looked away uneasily. He couldn't say that he threw the towel on the wall after a few moves, could he?

Fortunately, he picked it up.

Seeing that she didn't know what he was thinking, Amelia removed the book from his hand and sat on his lap.

Patrick immediately turned around and saw her smiling gently at him. "Mr. Hopper, why are you in such a good mood tonight? You're actually reading a book."

Patrick subconsciously worried that she would fall down, so he put his palm on her back through the bathrobe and said, "I have nothing to do so I'm just having a look."

Amelia wrapped her arms around his neck and asked with a whimsical question, "Tell me, is the book good, or am I?"

Patrick was suddenly questioned by her, but he quickly responded, "You look good."

Amelia blinked and asked unexpectedly, "Then don't read, can you look at me?"

Patrick's heart skipped a beat and he fixed his gaze on her face.

Amelia immediately kissed his Adam's apple and complained with a hint of sweetness, "You look so serious tonight. You didn't even smile. You scared me."

Patrick's hand that was on her back could not help moving a little. "You scared the hell out of me. How dare you throw yourself at me and kiss me?"

Looking into his half- smiling eyes, Amelia said coyly, "Because I want to make you happy."

Hearing this, Patrick could not help stroking her face with his other hand and said, "How do you know I'm not happy?"

Amelia took the initiative to bury her face in his palm and rubbed against it like a cat. "I can tell."

Patrick pretended to be strong. "You're wrong."

"Well, I'll pretend that 1 saw it wrong." Amelia did not argue with him. "Then smile at me now."

Patrick twitched the corner of his mouth and gave a sincere smile.

She knew it!

In the next second, he suddenly grabbed her arm. A suction pulled her away and she fell into his arms in a flash.

His other hand accurately held her waist and steadied her.

Different from the coolness just now, his palm seemed to contain a fireball, making her breath quicken.

Patrick emotionally kissed her face, neck, and collarbone. After a long time, he finally stopped and raised his head to look into her eyes. "Your magic is really special. Where did you learn it, huh?"

Amelia didn't hurry to answer, but asked, "Are you happy to see that?"

"Of course, I'm happy." Patrick smiled and kissed her sweet lips.

Seeing the happiness in his eyes, Amelia felt relieved. "That's good."

"Amy, you haven't answered me yet. Where did you learn this move?" When Patrick asked, he couldn't help tightening his arm, making her closer to him.

Amelia hesitated for a moment, but after thinking for a while, she said softly, "Alice taught me."

This was beyond Patrick's expectations. "Alice?"

Amelia nodded and said, "She said it would be useful."

"It does work." Patrick didn't say anything as he held her in his arms. Her nightdress was quite transparent. Under close- up, his nose was almost bleeding.

Seeing that he could finally talk nicely, Amelia started talking to him, "Mr. Hopper, don't be angry. Dad was quite rude today, but he didn't mean it. Don't take it to heart."

At this time, Patrick, who had been fascinated by his wife's beauty, was almost to the extent of "I'll listen to whatever she says". "Well, I didn't take it to heart.”

After all, Milton was going to leave. Why was he still fussing over everything?

There was no need!

Whoever won Amy's heart would be the real winner!

Amelia added, "As for the truth of Cicily crying right after being carried by a man, not only did you not discover it, I didn't either, right? That's why you shouldn't think too much, okay?"

Patrick nodded obediently, as if he was a wolfdog which had been calmed down.

Amelia thought, "Thank God, the method that Alice taught her is really effective!"

But when she was picked up by him in the air the next second, she immediately asked warily, "Mr. Hopper, where are you taking me?" Patrick walked to the bathroom without stopping. "Shh, our son is asleep. Let's not wake him up."

Once that kid woke up, he would either be hungry or want to pee. Amy would have to spend more time on him.

"But I'm sorry. Amy belongs to him tonight!"