Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 772

The corner of his lips twitched. Was his desire that evident that even Eve was able to hear it through the phone?

What Patrick did not realize was that the tone he usually used with Eve was steady, unlike this moment, when his breathing was getting heavier.

So, of course, she would think he had caught a cold!

"Patrick, hello? Why aren't you saying anything?"

In the face of Eve's question, Patrick had no choice but to answer, "I do have a little cold."

As soon as he answered her, Patrick glared at the culprit who caused him this trouble. Though it looked like the intent in his eyes was anger, he was mostly plaintive about it.

While Amelia was feeling sorry for the state of her clothes, she caught Patrick staring at her with fury. She then returned a look at him in confusion, having no idea why he was making such a bitter expression at her.

Was Eve speaking ill of her to Patrick?

While the gears in Amelia's mind whirred, Patrick was listening to Eve's greetings and consolation.

"Patrick, how do you take care of yourself when I'm not by your side? This can't be it. I'll send a few family doctors to Land of Fragrance right away..."

"Mom, it's just a mild cold. You don't have to trouble yourself with so many things!"

"You've been stubborn since you were young! Listen to how nasally your voice sounds! Your cold sounds severe. No wonder you didn't pick up my call earlier. Were you lying in bed, so tired that you

couldn't even open your eyes?"

Eve's logic was giving Patrick a slight headache. "I'm really fine. If you don't believe me, I'll go back to the main mansion later, and you can take a closer look at me then."

Eve listened to him speak and felt that Patrick's nasal voice was not as heavy as before. She then breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Fine. Since you're not sick, then come here right away. I haven't seen you for a long time. I missed you."

Patrick gave her a reply, then ended the call as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"How come I don't know you're having a cold?"

As soon as Patrick put down his phone, Amelia asked him.

From the corners of his eyes, he saw her eyes glancing at his key body part with slyness in her eyes as if she was mocking him for not being able to control himself!

Patrick ground his teeth in response and thought, "Is it entirely my fault for this reaction? You're the catalyst, okay!"

It was all because of the naive, pitiful expression she always wore. If it was just that simple, it would be fine. However, there was also a lively, suggestive charm in that expression. Was he a normal man if he had not had a reaction to her?

Noticing the flash of red in Patrick's eyes, Amelia was certainly not dumb enough to remain seated at the edge of the bed and wait for him to settle the score.

She got up and muttered as she brushed past him, "Since Mr. Hopper caught a cold, you should rest. I advise you to not do things that will hurt your body even more..."

This fool!

Patrick's face tensed as an impulse to spread Amelia against his knee to give her a hard spanking washed over him!

With such an infuriating wife, he might not be able to recover from this 'cold' in his life!

At this time, Amelia was making her way in the direction of the bathroom. Unfortunately, before she could shut the door, Patrick stretched out a foot and stopped her from doing so.

She then lifted one of her brows and thought, "Is this habitual? He could have clearly used his hands to block it!"

Amelia was right. To stop her from closing the door in the past, Patrick had always anxiously stuck his feet out in the crack of the door each time. Over time, it became a habit.

After forcefully blocking the door from shutting, Patrick then pried open the bathroom door with his hand through the door seam. After that, he asked with fierceness, "What are you doing hiding here?"

Amelia was unnerved by his glare, wanting to jump out of the window and escape. "I... I'm going to take a bath."

Patrick sneered. "There's no time for a bath. Mom wants us to go over to her right now."

Noticing herself in rags and messy hair in the mirror, she could not help but say to Patrick, "I've been out for the whole day today, and I stink. You don't want me to smother your parents with my odor when I go back to your family house, do you?"

Stinky?

Patrick drew closer to her, closing the already slim gap between them, lowered his head and sniffed at her neck.

The conclusion was...

"You don't," said Patrick.

Not only was she not foul-smelling, she even smelled feminine and lady-like.

Amelia gawked at him in surprise and bewilderment. "Did something go wrong with your nose?"

As she spoke, she used her two fingers to lift her tattered collar and dipped her head to sniff herself.

"Ew!" exclaimed Amelia.

A twinge of discomfort rose in her throat. She was convinced that Patrick was playing a joke on her.

She looked up at him and uttered impatiently, "No, I can't stand it! Get out! I need to shower!"

Patrick also wanted to tell her that he could not stand it anymore and to let him in!

However, he still held himself back!

He had to endure even if his face turned a shade of sickly green from it, even if the sky fell upon him. He could not give Amelia a chance to jeer at him!

Turning back around, his movement was stiff when he walked out of the bathroom.

In the next second, he heard Amelia shut the door with a slam. The speed of that slam...could be described to be quite impatient.

Patrick walked to his desk with a click of his tongue to express his dismay. He wanted to find something to do to kill time, but when he caught sight of the alluring figure behind the bathroom door, he changed his mind.

He scanned his eyes around the bedroom, and all of a sudden, he put out the lights one by one, leaving only a single lamp on the desk.

The second the room darkened, the beautiful shadow behind the glass door became even more eye-catching, flowing in tandem with her every moment... The thoughts Patrick had in mind expanded as he watched on. At first, they were ripples, but later on, they became huge waves, so overwhelming that his body began to shake slightly.

Suddenly, his nose itched. Unbothered by it, Patrick raised his hand and brushed his nose. But when he lowered his hand, he inadvertently looked down at this hand. Right away, his passionately ablaze eyes widened to the maximum...

Did... Did he just have a nosebleed?

It was just a censored shape. How could he bleed from his nose just from this?!

Patrick was in utter disbelief with his jaw slack, his gaze continued to plaster at the movements behind the door.

As a result, the longer he gaped, the harder the blood streamed down his nose. His skin seemed to have been set on fire as well, filling him up with the desire to run over to open the bathroom door and immerse himself in cold water.

"Go! Open the bathroom door!" a voice in Patrick's head urged.

"Hurry! Go open the door!"

Though his thoughts were all over the place, it was as if he was paralyzed. He did not take a step towards the bathroom.

"Humph, I won't give her a chance to make fun of me! Never!" was Patrick's train of thought.

Drip! Drop!

Another drop of nosebleed fell onto the back of his hand. What was worse was it seemed that Amelia had just climbed out of the bathtub. Um...

Patrick's first reaction was to cover his nose with his hands. However, let alone his nose, even his hands were stained with blood at this point! Covering his nose did nothing to help it!