Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 310

Florence wished that she was the one who got concussed so she wouldn't have to continue to put up with this here, "Why don't you come out when you're done with the bathroom?" Hobart said bluntly, "I was masturbating."

Florence thought she was mentally prepared, but in fact, she wasn't, "Pervert!"

"It's a normal physiological reaction. What's wrong with masturbation?" Hobart playfully surveyed her figure, "But don't worry, you will not be included in my list of masturbation objects..." Patrick, who took Amelia all the way out of the hospital, pushed her slender body down directly on the Lamborghini.

Two high school girls passing by looked at them curiously and whispered, "Is this a TV show? It's so cool!"

One of the girls covered her lips and whispered, "That handsome guy seems to want to get that woman... It's more exciting than a TV show."

Patrick didn't want to pay attention to them. He cupped Amelia's chin and watched the expression on her face, "So you've started meeting his parents, huh? What's next?"

Amelia's chest ached a little from the pressure of his pecs, and she whispered pleadingly, "Let's talk in the

car, okay?"

Her show of weakness paused him from being angry. He pulled her up and ordered, "Get in the car."

Amelia reluctantly sat in, and to her surprise, Patrick also sat in.

Her body was trembling slightly from the tension, and he seemingly had the intention of having a conversation with her.

Patrick narrowed his charming eyes and asked in an unfriendly tone, "You're just here to return the umbrella, hmm?"

Amelia moved her body, trying to keep herself a little further away from Patrick. "I've already returned the umbrella to Hobart. As for his mother... her appearance was an accident. I didn't expect her to be so... uh, so enthusiastic."

She could not think of a better word to describe it.

Patrick said with a faint smile, "She just met you once and officially appointed you to be the Hobart's girlfriend. If you meet again, she may directly take you to register with Hobart..."

The rest of the words were covered by Amelia's soft hand before they came out of Patrick's mouth. She lowered her eyes and whispered, "Don't say it. It won't happen."

How could she be so sure? The intention of Hobart's mother was obvious!

Patrick bit down on her finger and it hurt so much that she took a step back.

Her pitiful look aroused his desire. Patrick leaned to her suddenly and bit her neck.

"Ouch!" Amelia whimpered like a little beast. She couldn't help looking up and said, "If you continue to bite me, I'll be mad!"

This time, Patrick simply kissed her mouth.

It was snowing outside, but the temperature inside the car kept rasing up. Patrick pressed down on her soft body. He really wanted to occupy her forever so that no one could take advantage of her! Noticing that his hands were tugging dominantly at her black stockings, Amelia cooed vaguely, "No... you can't."

"Why not?" Patrick silently sped up his hands. He only hated that the quality of silk stockings was so good that they couldn't be torn into pieces.

"I'm going to see my father later..."

Amelia's reasoning made Patrick curse. He could refuse everything else without mercy, but he was also worried about her father's affairs. When he stopped moving, she continued, "Last night you'd... and I'm still a little uncomfortable."

Every time his movements were so hard and fast that she almost couldn't resist.

Patrick glared at her and said discontentedly, "Your body is too weird. You've been intimate with me for so many times, and it is still so week." Amelia turned her head away shyly and urged, "Let me go first! I'm going to see my father later!"

Patrick frowned and said forcefully, "No, I'm holding my breath right now."

Amelia was helpless. She said that she was not feeling well and she had to visit her father. Why couldn't he be considerate of her?

She blinked her depressed and slightly annoyed eyes, which let him helplessly sigh, "It's not like I can't let you off today, unless..."

Amelia bit her lip. She did not want to talk to him, and even did not want to see him!

In the hospital.

"Come down, the floor is now slippery."

Patrick's warm reminder made Amelia look at him involuntarily.

When he saw her staring straight at him, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything on my face?"

"It's nothing..." Amelia said perfunctorily, but she thought to herself, as long as she satisfied his physiological needs, he wouldn't look for trouble with her?

This was a good way to deal with him!

They took the elevator to the door of the ward, and as soon as the nurse who had been scolded by Brittany for crying saw them, she showed a friendly smile, "You haven't been here for many days." "Well, we were on a business trip the other day, and there's been quite a lot going on at home in the last two days."

After giving a simple reply, Amelia followed the nurse into the ward.

Unexpectedly, Daniel was also there.

Daniel was bending over to scrub the unconscious George's body, and when he heard the movement at the door, he said without raising his head, "It's cold, close the door."

The nurse said, "Mr. Daniel, they're Miss Amelia Ramsay and her husband."

Daniel paused in his movements and slowly looked at Patrick and Amelia before saying with a slight sense of surprise, "Don't you have to work today?"