Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 373

Patrick dropped on the backseat of the car with his eyes half-closed, a genuine longing escaping his thin lips, "Send me home."

Cynthia's hand on his face stiffened, "Which home?"

"Land of... Fragrance." He really wanted to go home. Hurt by Amelia, he had tried to bury himself in alcohol, but she was still the only one he wanted.

Cynthia's finger brushed his eyebrows, which showed he was hurt by love. Cynthia hated the fact that the woman Patrick cared about was not her. As for the woman he loved, Amelia could wear his love at will! As far as Cynthia knew, Amelia had pushed Patrick to alcohol more than once. How could she do that?

It was extremely lucky to have such an excellent, perfect man to be her husband, yet she dared to hurt Patrick's feelings! Good! If Amelia didn't cherish him, what was wrong with Cynthia trying her best to win Patrick over?

After getting rid of her last bit of conscience, Cynthia gently landed her head on the shoulder of Patrick and said, "Okay, let's go home."

In the room at a five-star hotel.

When Cynthia came out of the bathroom, her skimpy dress had been changed into something sexier. She climbed up to Patrick's bed and ran her fingers all the way up from his calf.

Realizing that someone was caressing him, Patrick struggled to open his eyes and found a beautiful woman very close to him. Suddenly, in a daze, he had an illusion that Amelia was right in front of him. With a strong impulse, he drove her under him with force.

Cynthia let out a cry in a low voice and lay down obediently, waiting for Patrick to enjoy her. However, Patrick froze when he met her pretty eyes.

He shook his head and said to himself, "No, you're not her. She won't be so obedient."

Untying him, Cynthia whispered, "Patrick, I'm never her. It's me, Cynthia."

"Cynthia?" Patrick widened his eyes, trying to see more clearly. But the woman in front of him looked as if she were covered by mist, preventing him from seeing who she was.

"Yes, it's me." Cynthia threw the tie away and began to unbutton his shirt. She said slowly, "Patrick, did you eat or drink something you shouldn't have in the club? Otherwise, why do you keep saying you're hot?" "Drink something I shouldn't have?" Patrick thought of the glass of drink the punk fed him. Could it be...

"I was drugged?"

Cynthia let out a soft sigh as an answer.

With her warm and soft body by his side, Patrick needed great self-control to stay away from her. He said with uneven breath, "Cynthia, judging from my current state... I may hurt you at any time... Would you stay away from me?"

Without hesitation, Cynthia replied, "No! Patrick, I'm not afraid of you hurting me. No matter what happens, I'm willing to be with you!"

Patrick had his fingertips settled deeply into his palm and managed with his little remained reason. "Cynthia! You don't understand at all... I'm drugged and would be calmed down only by women. Your staying here won't help me at all!"

Seeing that he was still struggling, Cynthia changed her position, knelt in front of him, and began to take off her clothes. "Patrick, am I not a woman to you? I can't stand watching you suffer. It doesn't matter. If you want, I will give myself to you."

"Cynthia... you really don't have to do this!" Patrick said.

"I know you have no choice. I will not blame you afterward, and I will not threaten you by this either..." She drew his veined hands on her breasts and said with affection in her eyes.

Her offer was a great temptation for any man, not to mention Patrick, who was drugged and unable to think straight at that time.

After staring at each other for a couple of seconds, Patrick did not take action. Instead, he said something that broke Cynthia's heart, "You are not her. I don't want you and I can't..." Cynthia asked agitatedly, "How can you still think about her when you're like this? You've fallen in love with her, haven't you?"

Even though there was no reason in his eyes, Patrick still said firmly, "Even if I don't love her, I won't accept you!"

"You..." Cynthia fell back on the bed. There was a hesitation in her eyes. With such a perfect opportunity in front of her, she couldn't give it up!

It didn't matter. Patrick was now relying on his strong will. When the drug was in full play, she could do anything she wanted to do!

Everything went as she had expected. Patrick's handsome face gradually reddened and sweat began to cover his body. He looked incredibly sexy. "Patrick, if you can't hold on, I'll be right in front of you..." "Patrick, you've sweated a lot. Are you feeling bad?"

She kept talking in his ear, trying to tantalize him.

Realizing that his body was about to reach its limit, Patrick blurted out from his teeth, "Send me back to Land of Fragrance! Now!"

Cynthia's face changed. It took her a lot of effort to trick him into her bed. How could she send him back to Amelia's bed?

She pretended that she couldn't hear it and leaned closer to him. "Patrick, what are you talking about? I can't hear you clearly."

Cruelty flashed across Patrick's face. In the face of Cynthia's shocked gaze, he punched the wall behind him with force! Bang! Bang! Bang!

He didn't stop even when his fists were bleeding!

Watching his almost crazy behaviors, Cynthia was dumbfounded.

Patrick was like a bow that was fully drawn. She had been trying to control him but had no idea that she could be at such a loss when he struggled.

He was still punching the wall, obviously trying to suppress his desire by the pain!

Looking at his bloody hands, Cynthia had no other feelings apart from being sorry for him. She took a deep breath and compromised, "Patrick, I will call Amelia now and let her take you home. Don't hurt yourself anymore."

He stopped slowly...

Patrick turned around, his scarlet eyes filled with calmness and gratitude. "Thank you, Cynthia..."

Cynthia burst into tears at those simple words.

Everyone knew that Patrick was shrewd and good at playing with people's minds. Her little trick tonight would not fool him for too long.

Therefore, Cynthia felt guilty at his gratitude. She had failed his trust...

Perhaps Patrick was playing dumb on purpose to offset her kindness, but it made her feel much worse than being hated and blamed by him! Cynthia said with a pale face, "No problem..." She put on Patrick's suit jacket at the bedside and got off the bed to look for her phone. At the cake shop.

"Ms. Ramsay, I thought you wouldn't come to pick the cake at such a late hour." Seeing Amelia, the shopkeeper said.

Reaching out to receive the cake she had made on her own, Amelia smiled contentedly. "No. Today is my husband's birthday. No matter what, I must get the cake."