Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 773

Patrick's second instinct was to flee, but unfortunately, a few drops of his nosebleed dripped onto the desk as well, which was definitely going to pose as a source for suspicion.

As a result, Patrick's third reflex was to wipe the desk clean before escaping, but where was the f*cking paper towels?

When Patrick could not find any paper towels around him, he began to get enraged!

He then stopped caring about anything else and tried his best to use the sleeve of his limited-edition shirt to wipe the table...

He rubbed... And rubbed... And rubbed again....

And the blood continued to flow from his nose... Drip... Drop...

As a result, all of his efforts were wasted in a couple of seconds...

Not only that, though his palms and back of his hands were dirty and his sleeves were stained, the table still was not clean...

Cursing under his breath, Patrick was angered to the point where he was beginning to feel light- headed. All he could do at this moment was to tip his head backwards while feeling around and wipe away the blood on the table with his sleeve...

Just like doing a handstand could make tears flow backwards, it seemed to have the same effect on stopping the nosebleed.

Finally, when the heat in his nose slowly dissipated, Patrick heaved a sigh of relief and tried to lower his head.

And right at this moment, the bathroom door opened.

Patrick, while lowering his gaze, crossed eyes with Amelia, who was stepping out of the bathroom.

His eyes first narrowed in confusion, then followed by a gape of disbelief. Amelia was wearing his shirt and trousers!

To top it off, because his shirts were mostly white, her upper body was dressed in a layer of thin fabric, contributing nothing to cover up the beautiful view before him... Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

And when his attention fell to her inexplicably shy expression, Patrick was suffocating internally, finding the scenery much more exciting than listening to her melodic hums.

"Um... I realized I didn't bring any clothes to change when I closed the door... So, I borrowed your clothes to wear for the time being. I'll give them back to you

later."

Swaying her arms around underneath the wide hem of his clothes and kicking the long trouser legs, Amelia glanced at Patrick behind the desk, saying with some hint of embarrassment.

Patrick had not heard a word she said. All he took in was how attractive her opening and closing lips looked at this moment. To prevent his nose from causing a ruckus again, he resolutely tore his gaze away from her and grunted, "Hmm."

'Hmm'?

Noticing Patrick's indifferent expression, Amelia sighed with relief in furtive as she thought, "Great. Luckily, he's not mad about me wearing his clothes..."

"Then I'll go back to my room to change," Amelia then added.

Patrick forced out another stiff 'hmm' from his tightened throat again. His body was clearly overfilled with the yearning to pounce on her right then and there, but his reasoning made him looked impassive and cold.

Perhaps the room was too dark, or maybe the trouser legs were too long for her, for when Amelia took a small step forward, she fell!

Furthermore, she had fallen facing Patrick.

Pffft!

Unfortunately, he still lost control of his nosebleed, and he even lost it all right in front of Amelia, whom he dreaded to see him like this!

When Amelia recovered from her trip and patted her knees to stand back up, she saw Patrick had turned his back onto her, his shoulders and his back muscles pulled tautly. She did not know what he was doing, but it seemed like he had his hands on his face.

"Is he looking into a mirror?" Amelia could not help wondeirng.

"Or is he picking his nose?" Amelia's thoughts then began to take an unorthodox path.

"Get... Get out..." With his back to Amelia and his hand over his tall nose bridge, Patrick uttered in a hoarse voice that sounded even worse than when he said he was 'sick'.

Upon hearing him, Amelia's sleek brows creased with doubt. "Your voice sounds so nasally. Are you actually sick? Turn around. Let me check your temperature"

"Get out! I don't need your help!" Patrick struggled to maintain the image of his lonely, distant back figure. In truth, the humiliating, embarrassing feelings and scenes from a moment ago were circulating in his mind.

The way Amelia stumbled onto the floor a few seconds ago just happened to reveal the snowy, fair patch of her chest...

Sh*t!

"F*cking hell, the blood is coming out again..." Patrick thought.

Upon hearing him, it only solidified Amelia's suspicion about him not feeling well and was only trying to pull himself together. She then swung her long trouser legs and walked over to him, wanting to find out what was going on.

However, Patrick's sense of hearing was extremely sensitive at this moment. Wherever she went, he dodged...

In the end, Amelia could not take it anymore and ask, "Patrick, just how old are you? Do you like playing hide-and-seek this much?"

Hide-and-seek!

Patrick felt his intelligence had been insulted and stopped his movement right away.

Amelia then seized the opportunity and immediately strode in front of him. Discovering that there was blood on the back of his hands, she screamed, "Gosh! Your... Your hand is bleeding again!"

Patrick continued to cover his nose and snorted twice in response. He would just let her mistake it as his hand was bleeding!

"Let me have a look!" Amelia then nervously grabbed one of his hands and wanted to tug it off his face. It took her a lot of effort to pull his hand down.

However, the placement of the blood patches seemed a bit strange...

There was blood on both the back of his hands and his palms...

And it was clear that the scars from the glass cuts had already scarred and healed.

In other words, he was not bleeding from his palm.

Amelia then unconsciously looked up to observe Patrick only to find his handsome face turned away from her, looking as if he did not want to pay attention to her.

However, she still caught sight of the faint bloodstain that he was not able to wipe away yet.

With a scowl, Amelia lowered his uninjured hand and asked, "Are you having a nose bleed?"

With blood flowing out of his nostrils, Patrick denied, "No!"

Amelia was both concerned and amused. With one hand holding his neck and another to lift his arrogant chin, she continued, "Then what's that?"

Patrick gave her a sharp, quick-witted response, "I bit my tongue on accident..."

Amelia chuckled. "But you don't sound like you have any problem talking."

Patrick then deliberately tried to frighten her. "Actually, I got cancer..."

Before he could finish the last word, Patrick felt a twinge of pain in his throat. It turned out that Amelia had lightly scratched his throat with her thumb from the hand that she used to raise his chin.

It was pretty painful...

Patrick had never liked women to be so presumptuous, but in the face of Amelia's seriousness and knitted brows, Patrick felt that her impudence...was completely within his tolerance.

After a pause, Amelia continued calmly, "The weather's been hot and dry recently. It's reasonable that you're having a nosebleed. Don't overthink it."

This woman was actually comforting him. Patrick wanted to laugh at that, but a trace of sweetness spread in his heart...

Unknowingly, the corners of his lips curled into a foolish smile.

After maintaining this posture for a few minutes, Amelia loosened her grip and said to Patrick, "That should be okay now. Go wash your face."

When Patrick raised his hand to wipe his nose with scepticism to find that it had stopped bleeding, he

felt as if he was resurrected from death.