Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 328

Amelia choked with anger. Patrick only needed one sentence to make her feel overwhelming pressure!

He put down his folded legs and stood up from the edge of the bed. He walked to her with a smile and said, "Power sometimes is really a good thing. At least it can help me to get what I like and destroy what I hate. Don't you think so?"

Amelia clenched her fist so tightly that it started to tremble. She could not help but feel sad in her heart. "I've always thought that you're a magnanimous person and will not do any tricks behind my back!" Patrick suddenly turned his face away. She was wrong. He had always been a man of every penny.

He had hated Shawn for a long time. Ever since the filming of the advertisement... No! Ever since Amelia started chasing Shawn's television series, he'd been thinking about when he'd get Shawn to disappear from the screen.

"Patrick, you really disappoint me..."

Her words irritated him. He pressed her against the cold wall with anger and said without thinking, "Do you think I will care about what you think of me? Do you really think that you are the legitimate Mrs. Hopper?"

Amelia felt heartbreaking. She was too sad to say a word.

However, at this moment, Patrick did not want to hear her words. Instead, he covered her slightly trembling red lips with his and began to suck...

At night, Amelia's soft chest clinging to Patrick's sturdy chest, Patrick embraced her and laid on her side on the bed. Seeing that there were still tears on her face, he kissed her between her eyebrows, "I'm sorry..."

He knew that Amelia was asleep and it was impossible for her to hear his words, so he spoke out his true feelings.

When he was half asleep and half awake, Patrick keenly heard the sound of Amelia's teeth trembling. He quickly opened his eyes, lit the bedside lamp, and looked at Amelia's shrinking body. She was trembling...

Patrick was shocked, and he touched her forehead. Only then did he realize that she had a fever!

At this moment, he fell into a deep self-blame. It was because his lust that caused her to be like this!

"Wake up, Amelia... Wake up, I'll take you to the hospital."

Confused by the annoying voice, Amelia gave a little snort to protest. No matter how hard Patrick tried to wake her up, she just could not wake up.

Worried that something might go wrong with her, Patrick quickly found his cell phone and called Paisley!

On the mountain road, Paisley's face was pale as she tightened her grip on her seat belt. Trembling, she said to Patrick, who was driving speedy, "Can you not drive so fast? I don't want to die at such a young age!"

This particular curved road would easily slide to the edge of the cliff if it was not cautious. However, every time Patrick made a turn, he not only did not slow down but also deliberately drifted. Paisley felt as if she would be dying at any second.

"No! She's waiting for me."

At this critical moment of crisis, Patrick was still distracted. Paisley was helpless.

As soon as they arrived, before Paisley, who finally felt safe, had time to exclaim Patrick's imprudence, she was led into Amelia's room.

"Quick, have a look at her."

Although all parts below the neck of Amelia were covered by the quilt, it was not hard for Paisley to see what was densely covered on her neck!

She seemed to have realized something and asked, "What, what did you do to her?"

A trace of impatience flashed across Patrick's look. "Don't talk so much nonsense. I'll wait outside for the result!"

Watching his figure disappear at the door in a hurry, Paisley tilted her head. Was this man shy?

When Paisley saw Amelia's body under the quilt, she couldn't help but gasp. She thought that Amelia was just a common cold, but it seemed that she was too simple-minded.

In the corridor, Patrick paced back and forth. From time to time, he glanced at the door. Seeing that Paisley didn't come out, he raised the cigarette in his fingertips, and the smoke became thicker. Paisley opened the door, the first breath of air was second-hand smoke. She frowned and waved away the fog in front of her, complained to Patrick, "I say, for the sake of your wife's health, can you stop making this place a mess?"

Patrick paused for a moment and then threw the cigarette butt into the toilet barrel beside him. "How is she?"

Paisley glared at him. "She must have a fever because of cold. The temperature has plummeted recently, and you still stripped her. Don't you know that women are easier to feel cold?" Patrick suddenly felt guilty.

"What's more..." Thinking of something, a faint embarrassment appeared on Paisley's face, she said with hesitation, "You are so insane that there are bite marks and kiss marks all over her body..."

"Is it serious?"

Paisley blurted out, "How can it not be serious? Many places are slightly red and swollen, okay?"

Patrick said annoyedly, "I... can't control myself."

He kept asking for it day and night, ignored her delicateness, and just wanted to mark his own scent in her body and make her unable to get out of bed, he wanted her to can not live without him. "She's running a high fever, and I've already given her an injection. She might be very weak when she wakes up. Please make some yogurt and other light food for her in advance, and..." Paisley took out a tube of ointment from her pocket and said, "This is the soft ointment I use to protect my hand. It can repair and tighten in any part of the human body. You can apply it to her." Patrick questioned. "Including... that place?"

Paisley, in the professional manner of a doctor, nodded, "Ahem! Yes!"

"Thank you." Patrick reached out his hand, and just as he was about to take the ointment, Paisley took it back.

Patrick was frowned and questioned silently.

Paisley said seriously, "Forget it. You'd better prepare a room for me. It's better for me to do it myself. I'm afraid you can't control yourself again!"

Patrick twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "In addition to this, there's no other way to relieve her? I see that she's in a lot of pain."

Then why he made her like that?

Paisley rolled her eyes and explained in detail, "You can also bring her to take a bath in the hot springs and give her a massage, but you don't seem to have hot springs here, right? Then you can use hot tubs instead."

Patrick said lightly, "Who said I didn't have a hot spring here?"

This was a place for him to have a holiday, and he could get anything he wanted.

Paisley said enviously, "You didn't dig an artificial hot

spring yourself, did you? Then I have to stay even more. Recently, my skin is so dry!"

Patrick glanced at her and said, "It's up to you, as long as you don't faint in the spring."

Feeling the embarrassment on Paisley's face, Patrick instructed Joe, who had appeared beside them without them noticing. "Take this lady to a room to rest. Treat her well."