Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 372

Seeing his reaction, Cynthia was satisfied. That was exactly what she wanted. A youthful, tight, and flexible body. What kind of man would not fall in love with her? She believed that Patrick was no exception. But even so, if Patrick could remain unmoved, it didn't matter. Cynthia had got her cousin to buy some drugs for pleasure from the black market. Patrick would have no chance to run away from her! Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Patrick in the crowd. She rolled her eyes and suddenly spoke to the man in a suit beside her sweetly, "I told you I had a date. Why do you keep badgering me and force me to get a room with you!"

"What are you talking about?" The man in the suit looked bewildered. He did want to hook up with Cynthia, but she had declared that she had a lover. Now he just wanted to have a drink quietly. Why did this chick declare that he wanted to have a room with her?

"Gorgeous, I..." Just as he was about to explain, his collar was abruptly picked up, and then he was thrown behind by someone unknown.

The suited man, who was thrown away by the force, hit the cabinet on his back, sending bottles all over the ground...

As for Cynthia, she put on a mask of fear, walked to Patrick, and put her fair arms around his neck like snakes before she breathed to him softly. "I am all right now. Don't make trouble because of me...' Patrick expressionlessly looked at the man in a suit as he got up from the ground. Instead of avoiding troubles, Patrick preferred a fight. The man in a suit looked somewhat similar to Hobart in terms of temperament. They both looked furtive!

If the suited man could hear what Patrick was thinking, he would surely kneel and exclaim that he had been misunderstood.

"You b*stard, wait here. My friends and I will teach you a lesson!" After leaving the cliche that frequently appeared in TV shows, the suited man hobbled away with his hands covering his back.

"

As soon as he left, several waiters in the bar immediately surrounded them. They pointed to the broken bottles and said to Patrick, "Sir, we do business and are most afraid of you troublemakers. If you don't want us to call the police, why don't you pay the bill?"

Patrick took out a silver card from the inside lining of his clothes. He raised it to the waiters without even looking up and said, "Take as much as it

costs."

Seeing the silver card, the waiters were all dumbfounded. This wasn't a commonly used bank card or credit card. It was the limited released supreme card that could only be used by the noblest! No one in Northville had ever seen the card used.

"Okay, sir. I'll give it back to you right away."

Noting the obvious change in the waiters' attitude and how other people viewed them differently, Cynthia was satisfied, as if Patrick were her man.

It was a pity that before she could enjoy the satisfaction for longer, she was gently pushed by Patrick, who informed coldly, "He has already gone."

"Oh, he's gone?" Cynthia fixed her hair and reluctantly withdrew from Patrick's arms. She said with worship in her eyes, "Patrick, you're amazing. That man was intimidated by a single glance from you and run away."

To Patrick, this kind of compliment was not at all new. He snapped his fingers, signaling the bartender to bring him a new drink, and started to take the alcohol regardless of others.

Watching him bury himself in his drink with an unapproachable vibe, Cynthia couldn't help asking, "Patrick, do you have something on your mind?"

"No." Patrick cast a glance at her, which was so charming that Cynthia almost forgot to breathe.

She bit her lip and said, "I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back soon."

"Okay," Patrick replied simply with a word.

Cynthia didn't really need to go to the bathroom. She turned a corner, making sure that Patrick could not see her, and stopped a young woman who looked like a punk, "Miss, would you do me a favor?" The punk breathed out smoke, not interested in talking to Cynthia until she saw a pile of cash Cynthia gave her. Then she asked earnestly, "What's the matter?"

When Cynthia emerged again, she saw the punk was pushing a drink in her hand to Patrick's lips. Judging from her mouth, Cynthia knew that she was trying to persuade Patrick to drink.

Probably because he was in a bad mood, Patrick accepted the drink from her and emptied it.

"That's great!"

Seeing the drugged cocktail was taken by Patrick, Cynthia was utterly excited!

According to her original plan, the punk should have left after giving Patrick the drink, but she was now still by Patrick's side, regardless of Cynthia's order!

With her eyes cold, Cynthia came to them, acting like she was Patrick's wife. Cynthia glared at the punk obsessed with the good-looking man until she turned around. Since she had accepted Cynthia's money, the punk touched her nose and let out a hollow laugh before she left slowly with regret.

When facing Patrick, Cynthia quickly switched to a gentle look. "I'm back."

This time, Patrick didn't even bother to say a word. He merely nodded.

Since Cynthia had achieved half of her goal, she decided to patiently wait for the drug Patrick had taken to kick in before she took him away.

Sure enough, the drug provided by her cousin did not disappoint Cynthia. Besides, mixed with alcohol, the effect was double. Not long later, Patrick pulled his collar with a strange look on his face. Cynthia hurried to ask, "Patrick, what's wrong?"

"I'm hot..."

"Hot? How so? It's winter now."

Patrick turned to look at her with a confused expression. In a hoarse voice, he said, "I don't know either."

It was the first time she had ever seen Patrick aroused. "Why don't we... go home?" she asked, her eyes wide and her mouth dry. "Home? Yes, I should go home..." With that, Patrick pushed his hands on the bar and stood up. Unsteady on his feet, he stumbled. "Be careful!" Cynthia curled up her lips secretly as she held him still with her hands.

As if being scalded, Patrick immediately shook off her hands and warned her as he met her sad gaze, "Stay away from me. I don't feel right." Cynthia comforted him. "Maybe you feel a tightness in your chest because of the stuffy air here. You should be better if we go out." Patrick agreed and nodded. With Cynthia, he left the club.

After walking out of the door, Patrick heard Cynthia say, "Since you are not feeling well, how about we take a taxi? It will be safer." Patrick didn't reply. He felt like he were boiling and just wanted to calm himself down in the snow.

Cynthia's voice, appearance, as well as her hands on his arm all seemed to be so tempting. He wanted to touch them and feel them! While Patrick was unable to think clearly, Cynthia promptly stopped a taxi and lured him into the car.