Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 985

When Patrick was awake, he heard Amelia calling his name anxiously whilst trying to drive him back to his room.

Having the idea of teasing her, Patrick pretended to fall asleep.

But this time, his action completely provoked the little wild cat in Amelia and she directly greeted him with her claws.

Patrick knew that if he did not wake up, his waist would definitely be bruised.

As a result, this next scene happened.

Amelia, who was forced to the bed by Patrick realized that he seemed to be looking around for something.

To be frank, the way Patrick's eyes were raised gave people a sense of sharpness. And he was scrutinizing around the room with a pair of bloodshot eyes caused by lack of rest, Amelia felt terrified and panicked.

Several thoughts flashed through Amelia's mind. She even wondered if Patrick was looking for whips, handcuffs, candles, and other things to teach her a lesson?

Amelia was so anxious that she forgot that these things did not exist in her room at all.

In the next second, Patrick seemed to have fixed his eyes on something.

Amelia, who was thinking about something else, also froze.

Patrick took a few steps forward, picked up a package from the table, and turned to walk towards her.

Amelia felt relieved as she glanced at what was held in Patrick's hand.

It turned out that Patrick was looking for the medicine bag with the logo of "Central Hospital".

As Patrick headed back to the bed, he looked at Amelia and instructed, "Lie down and pry open your eyelids with your hands."

Amelia replied politely in return, "Em, I can do it myself."

Patrick furrowed his brows and devilishly lowered his gaze at her. "Cut the crap. Just hurry up and lie down. I'll be able to sleep well after applying the medicine for you!"

Amelia's heart was filled with excitement when she heard that he was going to sleep!

She figured that she could end this inhuman torture as soon as possible and eagerly laid herself down

on the bed.

Two hands, one on the left and one on the right, peeled opened her eyelids. Amelia stared at the ceiling and instructed hurriedly, "Come on!"

Witnessing her lying in front of him, Patrick's chest heaved heavily.

He had to use all his willpower to control himself that he could only pay attention to the medicine, and not her!

The drops in her eyes blurred her eyesight, so Amelia just simply closed her eyes.

The icy feeling brought by the liquid medicine caused her to sigh comfortably.

Patrick felt his mouth and tongue went dry by looking at this series of actions.

The woman lying down in front of him was a utopia, but he could not do anything because of the agreement he had with her. If Patrick wanted to do it, he could only attempt it partially. This was simply killing him!

After Amelia closed her eyes, she did not intend to open them again.

Intuitively, she hooked the quilt at the corner with her feet, pulled it up and rolled it over her body. Just under two seconds, she had managed to wrap

herself up like a caterpillar.

Patrick thought it looked fun and wanted to wrap himself up in the same way as her. However, ever since the two of them quarreled because of Sissi, there was only a pillow and a quilt left on her bed.

But it did not matter. He knew where she hid all his things.

Patrick got out of bed and walked towards Amelia's wardrobe.

He first opened the middle layer and found nothing.

He bent down to open the lower layer, but he still did not find anything either.

Just as he was thinking, "Could it be that Amelia threw everything away?" Patrick then discovered his belongings at the top layer of her wardrobe.

He joyfully grabbed the pillow and bedding and piled them up on Amelia's bed.

Although Amelia had her eyes closed, her ears have been on alert all the time.

When she heard the sound of Patrick getting out of bed, she was ecstatic. She did not expect him to come back the next second. What was even more outrageous was that Partrick was lying next to her!

When Amelia was about to lose her temper, she heard Patrick whispering near her ear, "I just want you to fulfill the promise you made at noon, to accompany me to sleep. Don't move and I won't do anything else."

Amelia's cheeks puffed up. She dawdled for a while and squeezed out an "okay" from her throat.

Patrick felt amazing. He flipped over, patted his pillow, and laid down.

The night went past with silence.

The next morning, Amelia was woken up by the alarm clock.

When she opened her eyes, Amelia noticed that half the quilt on her body had been rolled up by Patrick.

Fortunately, he was very quiet last night. Apart from simply sleeping, he did not do anything else to her.

She carefully got off the bed and tried her best not to wake him up.

But as soon as Amelia's phone rang, Patrick woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Amelia who had her back to him was already preparing to climb out of bed as silent as a tortoise.

Patrick reacted faster than expected and reached out his hand to grab Amelia's waist. He then proceeded to drag her back to bed.

Amelia had the shock of her life. When she turned around, Patrick had begun attacking her with kisses.

Amelia felt completely hopeless towards this man who was in heat early in the morning. She relaxed her body and allowed him to kiss her, hoping deep in her heart that this episode will end as soon as possible.

However, Patrick regarded Amelia's patience as obedience for him to continue. He repositioned his fingers into her hair and pressed her little head towards him so that they could "interact" more intimately.

Amelia finally could not bear it anymore and reached out to clutch his hair!

However, Patrick's hair was different from hers. When she touched it, it felt hard and prickly against her hand.

It was just like the impression he gave others, intractable and exceedingly difficult to handle!

Patrick grunted.

She had the potential to be a shrew, whether it was by pinching or by pulling the hair. If Patrick did not let her go, his hair was definitely going to fall off. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

After releasing his grip on her little head, Patrick placed his arm around her waist and smiled wickedly. "Good morning, housemate!"

Amelia was so angry that she picked up the pillow next to her and flung it towards Patrick. "Do you still know that I'm just a housemate? Is there anyone who treat their housemate the same way you did?"

The pillow was soft, and Amelia's strength was also small. When the pillow hit Patrick's sturdy figure, it was like a tickle to him.

He answered with the same wicked smile, "Shouldn't housemates be kind and lovely with one another?

It's just a good morning kiss. You don't have to be shy with me, just open your mouth and receive it."

He was absolutely preposterous!

Opened her mouth to receive it?

What was there to receive? His saliva and morning grumpiness?

Amelia responded sullenly, "Patrick, are you aware that your behavior has violated your promise repeatedly? You are sexually harassing me at this rate!"

He retracted his restrained smile and questioned her, "What was in the agreement?"

Amelia answered righteously, "You are not permitted to touch me so casually!"

Patrick nodded and added seriously, "That's why I have been very serious, very careful, and very thorough whenever I'm touching you. I'm afraid that you think of me as a very casual person."