Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 163

"Wait a minute." After Patrick led them into the living room, he was about to go upstairs to wake up Amelia.

"Well, Patrick, can you pour two glasses of water for us? We've been thirsty all the way." Cussler said suddenly.

Hearing this, Paisley thought in her heart, "Cussler, don't be so reckless! Do you know who you're talking to now!" On the surface, she warned Cussler helplessly, "Hold on!"

Patrick turned his head to look at Cussler and frowned.

Cussler was confused.

Patrick said kindly, "I'm so sorry. What do you want to drink? I'll take it for you."

Paisley smiled and said, "Mineral water, please."

Patrick walked to the refrigerator.

When he opened the refrigerator door, the cold air blew on his face, which made his mind sober up a lot.

As the host, it was a common sense to entertain guests. But just now, he only cared about Amelia and forgot to give them something to drink.

He felt that he was getting stranger and stranger recently.

On the second floor.

Amelia was sleeping. Her soft hair curled up on her cheeks, making her face look even more delicate and beautiful.

Looking at her carefully, her lips were slightly pursed, as if she was worried that she might disclose her mind while sleeping. Sitting by the bed, Patrick stared at Amelia's quiet appearance. Then he couldn't help bending over and kissing her forehead. "Oh..." Amelia groaned, as if she was about to wake up.

He returned to normal in a hurry and shook her, "Wake up."

Amelia opened her eyes lazily. When she saw Patrick, she immediately put on a calm face and asked, "Is the doctor here?"

Seeing the change of her expression, Patrick snorted unhappily.

Then Amelia lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

Patrick stopped her, "I'll let her in. You don't have to go out."

"You misunderstood me. I just want to wash my face." She didn't want to be seen by the doctor when she was bedraggled. "There's no need. Doctor Bledel is not a stranger." Patrick said blandly.

"Doctor Bledel?" Amelia suddenly became unhappy. She looked at Patrick and asked again, "You mean... Paisley?"

Patrick didn't think there was anything improper, "Yes."

Amelia didn't wanted to be treated by Paisley. She even expressed her unhappiness and said, "I don't want her to treat me!"

Patrick asked discontentedly, "What's wrong with you?"

Paisley's medical skill was the best in Third-level and grade-A hospitals. Otherwise, when Howard and Eve had a headache, Paisley wouldn't have been qualified to treat them. But Amelia actually refused to be treat by her.

Thinking that Amelia accepted Daniel's kindness but refused him, Patrick mocked her, "You should thank me for inviting doctors for you. Do you really think you're my pampered wife?"

Amelia's face turned pale, but she felt relieved soon, because she had heard some words which were harsher than these.

With a self-deprecating smile, she turned around and walked to the bathroom.

"She begun to be disobedient again." Patrick thought.

He held back his desire to take her back and teach her a lesson on the bed, shouting, "Where are you going?"

Amelia replied in a louder voice than his, "Wash my face!"

Patrick raised his eyebrows, "I said that Paisley is not a stranger." "Just because she is Paisley..." Amelia wanted to keep beautiful because she didn't want to lose to her.

When Patrick was waking up Amelia, Paisley and Cussler had already walked to the door of their bedroom.

Cussler asked with curiosity, "Dcotor Bledel, who is sleeping inside? Why does Patrick treat her so well?"

Paisley didn't say anything.

Cussler was embarrassed and and curled his lips disappointedly.

A moment later, the door was slammed open by Patrick.

Seeing that Patrick was frowning, Paisley admired Amelia more in her heart.

She had never seen Patrick behave like this since she knew him. That day, she saw how unhappy Patrick was because of Amelia.

Seeing Paisley and Cussler, Patrick's expression returned cold again. He said to Paisley, "You go in, and he stays outside."

Cussler wanted to follow Paisley and learned some medical skills, but Patrick didn't let him in.

Paisley turned around and reached out to Cussler, "Give me the box. Wait here and don't look inside."

"Okay." Although Cussler said so, he still couldn't help but look at the bedroom from the corner of his eyes.

As soon as Paisley entered the bedroom, Patrick closed the door immediately. Cussler took the opportunity to look inside, but Patrick pulled his collar and dragged him downstairs.

Inside the bedroom.

"Hello, Doctor Bledel."

Paisley smiled and said, "Patrick called me anxiously and I thought you were seriously injured. Miss Amelia Ramsay, he really cares about you."

Amelia was lying on the bed with disbelief in her eyes.

She was not an innocent girl, so it was impossible for her to change her mind about Patrick because of Paisley's words. In her eyes, Paisley was not a simple woman.

While speaking, Paisley lifted Amelia's clothes. After observing the injury on her waist, she suggested, "I need to make an injection on your waist so that the swelling can be quickly subsided." Amelia felt painful when she thought about it.

Paisley added, "And I have to give you injections for three consecutive days."

Hearing this, Amelia was even more scared. She turned her head and asked, "Doctor Bledel, is there any other way?"

Paisley blinked and said, "Yes, but it works slowly. You have to work every day and have sex with your husband every night, so you have to recover soon."

Amelia was embarrassed. Why did every doctor say the same thing to her? Did she look so randy?

Ten minutes later.

Paisley came down from the second floor and said to Patrick, "All right, I'll come here to make injections for Miss Amelia Ramsay in the next two days. I've prescribed her some medicine. Remind her to eat on time."

"Thanks a lot." Patrick remembered Paisley's words in his mind.

"Cussler, let's go." Paisley did not expect Patrick to see her off. Because she knew that he wanted to take care of Amelia.

But Patrick was not unworldly. After sending Paisley and Cussler to the door, he said, "Call me before you come tomorrow." "Okay." Paisley replied softly.

The door was closed.

Paisley turned her head and asked Cussler, who had been covering the back of his head, "What's wrong with you?"

Cussler said with a crying face, "Don't mention it. I just glanced at the room, but Patrick actually beat me!" Paisley burst into laughter, "How dare you peep at her! You should feel lucky that he didn't beat you to death."

At the same time.

Patrick thought for a moment, then turned around and went into Amelia's bedroom to see her condition.

Hearing the footsteps, Amelia covered her head with a pillow in a hurry. She didn't want him to see the tears in the corners of her eyes.