Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 833

"Make love." Hearing Amelia stammering, Paisley finished her sentence for her.

"Yea! That's the one!" Amelia replied decisively. But when she realized that she might be being too direct, she became silent again.

However, the sound of Amelia's undulated pantings revealed what was on her mind. Paisley asked tentatively, "Amelia, what are you actually trying to ask?"

When Amelia spoke again, she sounded a little shy. "You mentioned that Patrick was throwing tantrums and having emotional unstable recently because he had been holding it in for too long?"

"Yes. That's right." After replying to her, Paisley seemed to have figured out what was going on. "Oh, you're asking about this..."

Amelia continued to ask a little awkwardly, "Then um... Are you sure that he hasn't touched any woman in this period of time?"

Paisley's smile deepened. "I'm a doctor. So, of course, I have my own way to come to that conclusion. I can also tell that you're pregnant. Do you believe me?"

Amelia gasped upon hearing her. Before she could say anything, Paisley laughed, saying, "I'm just kidding. Please don't mind me. Actually, I can understand why your husband is having such a horrible temper. On the one hand, it's because he's been holding it in. On the other hand, it may be because he can't wait to start a family with you!"

After Amelia calmed down, she changed the topic. "Paisley, something came up, and I need to attend to it. I'll hang up first. Take care of Patrick for me. Thank you so much."

Paisley bought into Amelia's excuse and added, "Don't forget what you promised him just now. You have to keep your word, or us here will be in trouble."

Amelia hesitated for a brief second as she was only cooing Patrick just now. Facing Paisley, she did not want to lie. So she said, "I'll think about it."

"Is there anything else to think about?" There was some sorrow in Paisley's tone. And to be honest, she felt that Amelia was too cold-blooded this time.

If Amelia knew what Paisley was thinking about, Amelia would probably ask her what made Paisley have such a thought.

Just because Patrick was ill and Amelia was busy, everyone assumed that Patrick was the one who needed more sympathy.

At Apex Construction Corporation.

After the call with Paisley, Amelia put her phone aside and recalled the conversation they had.

If Paisley's diagnosis was correct, then it meant that Patrick not only did not touch her during this period of time, but he also did not lay a finger on Sissi.

Was that possible? Amelia's expression was ladened with confusion and disbelief.

Sissi was Patrick's sweetheart, and she was first-rate in both appearance and figure. Could he have possibly refrained from laying his hands on her?

But if Paisley could diagnose that Patrick had had a nosebleed, and figured that Amelia had been holding him back, then her speculation must be right.

Coupling with Patrick's exasperation but straightforward answers, Amelia found that things might really be as Paisley had deduced and that Patrick had not touched Sissi!

Why did he not?

Amelia was deeply perplexed.

She had lived with Patrick for such a long time, so she knew first-hand how ruthless he was when he got the urges. He had even trapped her in the bed for two days and two nights consecutively. He was able to bring it to that extent with someone he did not love. So, why did he hesitate when it came to Sissi?

Could it bethat Patrick had no interest in Sissi's body?

That was impossible!

Although it seemed a bit secular to judge the degree of love for someone with the body, if one did not even have the most basic primal impulse when they were supposedly in love, it could only mean either the man or the woman had a physiological problem.

Obviously, Patrick, as the man, had no problem in this aspect. So...was it Sissi who had the problem?

Or were they going for the platonic style of love and got rid of the distractions that came with their bodies, only focusing on the emotional connection?

Amelia's face paled. If it was the latter, then she had failed even more thoroughly.

Because if that was the case, Patrick and Sissi's love had already sublimated, not needing to maintain their love with physical contact.

Come to think of it, Amelia was, in a way, Patrick's outlet for venting his frustration.

He was in love with Sissi, but he only had lust for Amelia.

Amelia's mood turned sour, and she lost most of her initial intention to visit Patrick after work.

In the evening, at Land of Fragrance.

Inside the master bedroom, Patrick was connected to an IV drip on the back of his hand and sat up with his back against the pillow. After receiving the cup that Paisley handed him, he took a sip of water without swallowing, put the cup back onto the bedside table, picked up the two white pills from Paisley's palms, and swallowed them along with the warm water in his mouth.

Standing by his bed and harshly swinging the body thermometer a few times, Paisley saw that he had swallowed the medicine out of the corner of her eyes. She then said, "Raise your arm."

Patrick furrowed his brows. "I'll do it myself."

Paisley clicked her tongue and asked with a brow raised, "Are you feeling shy? But when you fainted in the morning, I was the one who unbuttoned your shirt, took off your clothes, your pants, your shoes, and cooled down your temperature with rubbing alcohol."

Patrick's face darkened with the intent to kill. What a shame that Paisley was a woman.

After teasing him, Paisley immediately continued, "Okay, I was just kidding since you've been so lethargic the entire day. To tell the truth, it was the men in black undressed you and they were the ones who rubbed alcohol on your body under my instruction. Some parts remained covered with the blanket the entire time. So, don't worry. You're safe." From NôvelDrama.Org.

Hearing him, Patrick bit back the urge to yell 'get lost!' at her and turned to look out the window. "What time is it?"

Paisley glanced at the clock. "It's almost seven."

Paisley knew what was on his mind when she noticed the slight hint of anxiety from his side profile. "Your wife said she'll come back after work. You should first make sure you're using the thermometer the right way. Don't force me to call the bodyguards on you."

Patrick turned around and snatched the thermometer from Paisley's fingertips, then clamped it automatically between his armpit, saying, "You know what to say when you see her later, don't you?"

"Don't worry. I'll cooperate with you!" Paisley patted her chest and reassured him.

All she had to do was to exaggerate his sickness in front of Amelia.

It was a piece of cake for Paisley to do that, but she had never expected Patrick to employ this trick to keep Amelia by his side. Who knew such an egoistic man like him was willing to show his weakness to this extent for a woman!

To her understanding, Patrick treated preserving his self-esteem as even more important than his life. But when it came to Amelia, he was willing to throw his ego and life out of the window for her.

The both of them waited like this. In the process, Paisley had to push the restless Patrick back to bed more than once and had gone downstairs multiple times to have a look herself. But in the end, the men in black, who patrolled outside the garden, said they did not catch a glimpse of Amelia.