Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 802

In the end, Amelia really could not hold on any longer and fell asleep in Patrick's arms.

To be honest, she enjoyed the feeling of staying in his arms deep down. It was both comfortable and warm, making her reluctant to part with...

After waking up, Amelia heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. Without a doubt, she knew that Patrick was taking a shower in the bathroom.

Just then, the shower stopped and the bathroom door opened. Patrick walked out with bare feet and wet black hair.

Amelia first saw his pair of eyes under the wet bangs. Whenever he was awake, his eyes would become unfathomable, but at the same time, they looked sharp as a knife.

"You've woken up?" Patrick asked, pulling the white towel away from his neck when he saw Amelia's gaze on him.

Amelia grunted in a low voice and thought of something. She then said, "Well, it's strange. I seemed to hear you enter the bathroom once when it was dawn. Why do I see you come out of the bathroom now? You won't be staying in it all the time, will you?"

Lowering his head slightly, Patrick let the fringes fall down to block the faint light in his eyes. "You misheard me. I only walked into the bathroom half an hour ago."

"Is that so?" Amelia muttered, wondering if she was mistaken.

The feeling of holding her in his arms again after letting her out of his warm embrace was so real that she was bewildered.

In a place where Amelia could not notice, the undercurrents beneath his eyes softened.

He would not tell her that she had turned him on last night and because of the promise he made earlier, he got up to take a cold shower at dawn.

Holding the soft and warm body in his arms, he could finally hold on until dawn. The early morning light enabled him to see the innocent face of Amelia up close. For some reason, there was a desire growing inside him.

In order to prevent an unwanted action, he went all out to push her away, walked into the bathroom again and suppressed his desire with cold water.

Patrick's gaze unconsciously fell on Amelia's breasts, along with his longing that had not completely faded away. He did not know if it was his illusion, but he always felt they were full and round...

Noticing that his eyes were getting more and more unscrupulous, Amelia suddenly got up and avoided his eyes in a panic. "Go downstairs and see if Scarlett and Huxton have come back. If not, well have to cook again this morning."

Patrick raised his eyebrows, and his attention was more or less shifted by her topic. He said, "We made a promise last night. If you couldn't finish the dishes

I cooked, I won't step into the kitchen again in the future."

"So what?" This man was truly thick-skinned. She was in fact the one who cooked!

"So, it's not 'we', it's 'me', because I was the one who swept away the dishes for you yesterday."

Amelia gave him a look of disgust. Sure enough, she underestimated his shamelessness. "Alright, I know that I can't count on you."

Patrick's eyes darkened and thought. "What do you mean 'I can't count on you'? This woman just needs to be taught a lesson!"

Just as he opened his mouth and was about to say something, he suddenly heard a series of rhythmic knockings at the door.

Amelia responded quickly and said, "It must be

Huxton!"

As soon as her voice fell, she walked past Patrick and opened the door happily.

She was so hasty that she did not even wear her slippers!

Patrick stared at Amelia's white and tender feet that were walking further away. Suddenly, he had an urge to hold her back and put on her shoes for her.

He really could not understand why Amelia always inadvertently showed her dependence on Huxton. Was it because Huxton knew how to cook?

Thinking about this, he suddenly felt a little chagrined. Perhaps he should not have rejected Amelia's suggestion earlier.

"Huxton!" Amelia stretched out her hand to open the door. As expected, Huxton, who was tall, handsome, was standing at the door, looking satisfied.

"Madam." Huxton, who came to pay his respects to Patrick and Amelia, could not help but smile when he saw the grin on Amelia's face.

However, his smile was not entirely because of Amelia. Instead, he was reminiscing about the night he spent with Scarlett.

Seeing Huxton smiling like a fool, Amelia said happily, "Looks like you had a great time with Scarlet last night?"

Amelia's words pulled Huxton back to his senses.

He scratched his head in embarrassment and asked, "Last night, Scarlett and I were not around. I hope you weren't starving yourselves?"

"No!" Patrick answered, beating Amelia to it.

Upon hearing this, Huxton raised his eyes and saw Patrick striding to Amelia's back.

The man was seen wearing nothing but only a bath towel.

Huxton could even feel his anger in his gaze.

Feeling rather uneasy, Huxton thought he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, wondering if Patrick was in the elevated mood state.

"What are you doing here?" He was dissatisfied with Huxton as he drew Amelia's attention as soon as he was back. Patrick then rudely ordered Huxton who had just returned home to prepare a meal. "Me and madam haven't had a meal yet. Go downstairs and make us something to eat." Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"No, wait." Amelia turned around and said to Patrick, furrowing her beautiful eyebrows, "Huxton must be exhausted after being outside for a day. Let him rest today. I'll..."

Patrick cut her off, "He took the salary I gave him and wandered around for a day, but you are sympathetic about his fatigue?"

"I..." Amelia did not know what to say.

Huxton then responded, "Madam, I'm full of beans and not tired at all. As for Scarlett, she may have to ask for a two-day leave before she can come back to work. During this period, I'll cook."

Upon hearing Huxton's words, Amelia could not say anything else. "Okay, we'll do as you say."

Under the watchful eyes of Patrick, Huxton said evasively, "Sir, madam, please wait a moment. I'll go prepare breakfast."

"Alright," Patrick replied in his powerful voice.

When Huxton turned around, he broke out in a cold sweat and swore that he would never knock on Patrick's door again in the early morning!

Seeing Huxton leaving, Amelia still kept the posture of not looking back. Patrick, who was standing behind her, said repressedly, "Amelia, turn your head around!"

Amelia turned her face as she listened. When she saw Patrick's stern face, she could not help asking, "You were fine just now. What's wrong with you now?"

Patrick said in a gloomy voice, "You care too much about Huxton. I'll fire him if things go on like this."