Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 2014

Amelia cherished the meaning of Patrick's words. It was obvious that he allowed her to talk to Ruth. She couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Is it okay? What if Aunt Ruth threatens us with my family background and asks us to let Sawyer go? "

"Amy, you have to understand that they should be glad if we don't threaten them with Sawyer. If Ruth dares to threaten you with your family background, I don't mind overthrowing the entire Home of Quartley."

When Patrick said this, his expression was serious. Amelia trusted him completely. He could do this.

Fearing that she wouldn't be able to bear it, Patrick continued, "Amy, you have to understand that the reason why Ruth frequently came to see you these days is just to stimulate Safa. She may not have much affection for you."

Amelia also understood this principle. "I understand. I'm just afraid that I will make things difficult for you."

Patrick reached out and scratched her nose. "Nothing's difficult for me. Sawyer kidnapped you as a hostage. Did I do anything wrong to catch him and lock him up?"

"Of course not!" Amelia immediately said.

"That's it." Patrick said, "As long as we're not wrong, you don't have to worry about any means of the Home of Quartley. At worst, we can meet them in court."

What Patrick didn't say was that even if they were at fault for it, he could make it right. In the whole Home of Quartley, no one could be his opponent except for Sawyer.

What he was most afraid of was that the Home of Quartley started from Amy. If Amy was soft- hearted and wanted to let go of Sawyer, it would really put him in a difficult position.

"Mr. Hopper." After a moment of hesitation, Amelia finally asked,

"How's Sawyer's situation?"

Patrick's expression became cold at a speed visible to the naked eye. "I heard from my eldest brother that he's still the same. His mentality is very good. He has always insisted that you are his sister and has denied that he kidnapped you.

Tor this, he gave a reason. He didn't want to watch you jump into my fire pit again, so he invited you to his place. It's just that his means were a little fierce, but in fact, he didn't mean any harm."

Sawyer was so thick-skinned that Amelia didn't know what to say.

The next second, she thought of something and asked, "What about the bunch of people who were captured with him? They obeyed Sawyer's orders, so they must know some of his backgrounds."

Patrick said, "They are righteous. They were found to be members of the gang, but they didn't reveal any information about Sawyer. Big Brother wanted to use them to collect evidence of Sawyer's drug trafficking abroad, but the result was not optimistic."

Amelia frowned. "How could this be?"

Patrick explained, "According to Big Brother's analysis, these gang members either have something in their hands, or are afraid that their families will be threatened with their lives, or have signed a life-and-death contract with the gangs. They must be loyal to the end. People in this line of work have no choice."

After hearing this, Amelia nodded and said, "Indeed, gangs are all about brotherhood. Not everyone will betray their superiors. However, even if they are no longer willing to identify Sawyer as a drug dealer, it can prove that he is not clean just by mixing with the gangs, right?"

"Yes, but that's not enough." Patrick stared at her clear eyes and said, "Amy, I want him to admit what he has done to you so that I can seek justice for you."

Hearing this, Amelia felt warm in her heart. She couldn't help but hold him in her arms and snuggled up to him. "Thank you, Mr. Hopper."

Patrick circled his wife with his long arm. A happy smile hung on her lips, which made people want to kiss her.

And he did.

He was afraid that he would cry and make a scene, making him unable to be intimate with his wife.

"Amy." He climbed onto the bed and winked at Amelia, who was wiping her hand cream. "Hurry up."

Unfortunately, Amelia lowered her head and wiped her hands, so his seductive eyes were not seen by Amelia.

He stared at her ten white fingers, imagining the feeling of being touched by them. His eyes gradually darkened. "It's already very beautiful and white. Don't wipe it."

"What do you know?" Amelia said to him with a hint of coyness.

If she did not take care of her body, even with her looks, she would regret it when she was old.

"Okay, okay, I don't understand, okay?" He was a man, so he didn't need to understand this.

He only knew that his wife's little hands were already slippery and soft enough. Every time she put them on his chest, his heart would beat faster and his mouth would become dry.

After a while, under Patrick's intimidating gaze, Amelia finally put down the hands that were rubbing on each other and got on the

bed at a steady pace.

Patrick immediately pressed her under his body and held her fingers in an overbearing manner. The touch was as smooth and tender as he had expected, just like an egg that had just been peeled off.

He turned his head, and the tip of his nose rubbed against the back of her thin white hand. He said in a flirtatious tone, "It smells so good."