Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 128

Amelia fastened the ribbon on her bathrobe firmly while staring at him, "What the matter?"

Upon hearing this, Patrick frowned.

Because as his wife, the first words she said to him was not soft "you're back" but indifferent "what's the matter".

He restrained his displeasure and asked as usual, "When did you come back?"

Looking at him, Amelia thought of his indifferent expression at the birthday banquet and felt sad. Then she looked away and said shortly, "Just now."

Seeing that Amelia was unwilling to look at him, Patrick was unhappier. Then he asked, "Did you stay in the police station for such a long time?"

As soon as Amelia left the police station, the police contacted Patrick immediately. It was unreasonable for her to come back so late, unless...

At the thought of that possibility, his heart sank.

Amelia did not know that Patrick knew when she came out of the police station. She walked past him and said perfunctorily, "Yes, they interrogated me and gave me a lecture. Time really flies."

Little liar!

Patrick clenched his fists. He looked back at her charming figure and saw her beautiful long hair. It was so attractive that he was obsessed.

When he continued to look down, he was stunned. Because the black dress he carefully chose for her was thrown beside her feet!

Without being worn by Amelia, the dress looked no more beautiful no matter how much luxurious and precious jewelry were on it.

What's more, the dress was completely ruined, because it was torn apart.

Patrick bent down and picked up the dress. Then he looked at Amelia's nervous face and asked gloomily, "Mrs. Hopper, can you explain what had happened to me?"

Amelia didn't know what to say, because she didn't want to implicate Milton.

So she said regardless, "I snagged it by accident."

Patrick spread the long dress and looked at it carefully, "What snagged your dress? It has become a cheongsam!"

Amelia said against her conscience, "It has a bad quality and could be torn apart so easily..."

D*mn, she spilled the beans!

Patrick stared at Amelia who was regretful and said doubtfully, "So it was torn by someone?"

Amelia pretended to be calm and said, "Yeah, I tore it apart! Do you really think that I will treasure this kind of second-hand dress?"

With this, she took a bottle of face cream from the bedside table and pretended to be busy with skincare, waiting for him to lose his patience and leave.

However, Patrick was not only patient, but also very careful, "Shouldn't you apply the toner before applying the face cream to your face?"

What the f*ck!

Amelia stared at Patrick and said deliberately, "I like to apply face cream to my face first!"

She was so excited that she squeezed out a lot face cream. Her heart broken because the face cream was so expensive!

Patrick raised his eyebrows and looked at the sticky face cream in her hand. He teased, "Is your face as big as a basin? Do you need so much?"

Amelia put down the empty bottle heavily and said angry, "Your face is as big as a basin! No, your face is so big that even a horse can run on it!"

Then, she pushed away the chair in front of her and knocked Patrick away. She pulled the quilt and lay down angrily.

Just as she thought that Patrick would leave angrily, he came to her bed.

The next second, Patrick held her in his arms.

He gently rubbed his lips against her ear and whispered, "Mrs. Hopper..."

As soon as Amelia heard his sexy mutter, she knew that he wanted... She pushed his hand away and said coldly, "Don't do this. I'm tired."

Patrick held his body with one hand to see her expression, and found that she had dark eye circles indeed.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips, like a beast that could not tear up its prey immediately and could only taste it lightly.

Amelia avoided his kiss irritably. How shameless he was! He did not admit her identity in front of the public and allowed the police to take her to the police station. How could he want to have sex with

her as if nothing had happened? Did he regard her as a prostitute?

She had self-esteem, okay? Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Patrick reached out to pinch Amelia's chin, pressed her under his body and asked coldly, "Don't you even want to kiss me? Who did you have sex with before you came back?"

Amelia got angry. How could Patrick insult her again and again?

She said with anger and grievance, "I think you don't need me to tell you what had happened tonight. I was disgraced in front of so many people. Do you think I'm in the mood to have sex with you now?"

Hearing her explanation, Patrick didn't suspect her anymore. He lay beside her again and wrapped his arms around her waist, "I won't force you. Just sleep. I'll stay here with you."

Amelia's heart trembled. Patrick was always like this. He let her down first and then treated her so tenderly, which made her have a complicated feeling.

Staring at the back side of Amelia's head, Patrick felt deeply helpless. He knew that she would hate him because of the incident.

But he had no way to speak for her, because the brooch was found in her handbag.

It would be better to send her to the police station. When no one paid attention to this matter, he had lots of ways to take her out of the police station.

Patrick was the one who helped her, but the one Amelia thanked was Milton, which made him extremely unhappy, "Where did you go with Milton tonight?"

Amelia asked with confusion, "How do you know that I stayed with Milton?"

"What is done by night appears by day."

At the banquet, he had been paying attention to her. As soon as she was taken away, Milton immediately followed her out. But Patrick had no choice but to attract Maryanne's attention, so that Maryanne couldn't find trouble with Amelia anymore.

Otherwise, Milton wouldn't get the chance to protect her.

Amelia felt Patrick's rapid breathing and knew that he was about to lose patience. She had to tell the truth, "I went to the riverside with him. We admired the moon, drank beer, and..."

"Enough!" Patrick shouted at her with a gloomy face and held her waist with great strength.

Hearing this, Amelia stopped talking. It was him who asked her first, but he did't want to listen.