Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 2027

As Patrick spoke, Amelia subconsciously leaned to one side and naturally heard the words "little lecher". She couldn't help but glare at Patrick. "What did you say Sicily was?"

Patrick quickly changed the topic. "Nothing. I told you I'll keep an eye on him."

"That's good," Amelia said. She simply put on her thin clothes and went to the bathroom.

Seeing the door of the bathroom close, Patrick breathed a sigh of relief. He opened the bed curtain of the baby bed and gently pinched Ellish's little face. "Your mommy has closed the door. What are you looking at?"

"Ah?" Ellish turned around and looked at his father in confusion. He did not understand why his father suddenly pinched him.

Patrick poked the tip of his nose and said, "Don't look at me innocently. It was I who suffered a lot since I gave birth to you." It turned out that he was telling his son that he had been neglected.

However, Ellish was still too young to understand his words.

Seeing this, Patrick smiled sinisterly and said, "Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you now. When you grow up, I'll ask you to repay me."

For some reason, Ellish shuddered.

When Amelia took a shower and came out, Patrick was walking back and forth in the room with Ellish in his arms. Seeing this, Amelia asked, "Mr. Hopper, Cicily didn't cry when I was taking a shower, did he?”

Patrick looked up and smiled at her. "No, he's very obedient."

"..." Ellish, who had been curled up in Patrick's arms and didn't dare to make any trouble, opened his arms as if he was looking at a savior as soon as he saw his mother coming out. He wanted her to hug him.

Seeing this, Amelia took a few steps in front of Patrick and said, "Let me carry Cicily. Didn't I say before that Cicily is not used to sleeping on your hard muscles? You need to wear more clothes when holding him. What say I use something as a cushion?"

When Patrick picked Ellish up from the bed, he did not think too much. After all, in his mind, it was not a big deal at all.

Could it be that if a person has motion sickness, he would not take a car for the rest of his life? How could that happen? He could ignore other people's son's delicateness, but his son couldn't be delicate.

"Amy, don't worry. I just want to train him. He always cries when being held. How can he do that? We spoil him, but it doesn't mean that others will spoil him. If he is held by a certain male guest or relative in the future, do you want them to wear more clothes or cushion?"

Hearing this, Amelia suddenly lacked confidence. "Well, I admit that I was a little impatient just now, but I was also afraid that Cicily would cry."

The corners of Patrick's mouth slowly lifted, but his voice was still heavy. "I know you love our son, but if you always spoil him aren't you afraid of spoiling him too much?"

Amelia endured it and couldn't help saying, "He is still so young now. He doesn't know anything except eating, drinking, and sleeping. He should... be spoiled, shouldn't he?"

This time, Patrick didn't say anything and just stared at her.

Amelia immediately felt the overwhelming pressure. He was older than her, and the pressure he deliberately released made her gradually unable to bear it.

At this time, Ellish's snort broke the deadlock. Patrick handed his son to Amelia and said, "If you think what I said is unreasonable, then take your son over."

"No!" Amelia was really embarrassed. "You can hold him..."

"Really?"

"Yes..."

"Even if he cries later, you won't blame me?"

"I, I didn't!" Sissi quickly denied it and changed the topic. "Don't stand outside. Come in!"

Patrick did not refuse her and followed her into the house. "Are you living happily these days?"

"Of course!" Sissi couldn't wait to say, "It's very beautiful here, and your people are also very responsible. They have prepared everything I need every day. I think it's safe and comfortable here. If only this is really my home!”

Patrick nodded and said, "If we have a pleasant cooperation, you will have a home that is more comfortable and safe than this place."

“I, I understand!" During the days when Sissi was locked up in prison, she was living a life worse than death. How could she bear to refuse such temptation now?

What she hated most in the past was that someone had detained her. But now, for her, it was no longer detention, but a kind of protection in disguise.

Patrick noticed her trembling voice and thought that she was beginning to waver again. "Don't worry. As long as you do as I say, I will not only give you a comfortable life, but also guarantee your safety."

Sissi nodded. "Of course, I believe you! Don't worry, I've already made up my mind. I'll do as you say."

Patrick responded with a "mm" when he heard that.

Sissi seemed to have gotten used to his silence. She asked, "Will Amelia be jealous if she finds out that you're here to see me like this?"

She wanted to know if Patrick had come to see her without telling Amelia.

If so, it meant that she was still the thorn in Patrick and Amelia's hearts. In this way, she would be happy.