Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 416

Patrick curled his lips. "So, you want to repay her with your body in such a winter night?"

"Patrick, why is it that everything would be twisted when they are spoken by you?"

He sounded as if Amelia was going to repay Grandma's kindness by her body! Sure enough, conversations with a sexually active man would always involve sex!

Patrick took one step forward to get closer to her and said flirtatiously, "But compared with Grandma, I'm the one who needs more comfort from you.

Which side are you going to take?"

Inadvertently, Patrick kept comparing himself with people in Amelia's life and measuring how important he was to her.

As a result, he was going to be disappointed again. Because Amelia did not hesitate to choose the former...

"I'll take Grandma's side. That's it. Good night!" Amelia waved her hand and scampered away like a bunny.

It was such a long night, and Mr. Patrick was rather aggrieved. He could have done something private with his little wife before they fell asleep in each other's arms. But now, it was not like he could take Amelia away from his grandma, was it?

He closed his eyes, ordering himself not to think about Amelia. But his mind went against his wishes. The more he tried not to recall it, the more clearly he remembered the feeling of having Amelia. Finally, Patrick threw back the quilt out of annoyance and went downstairs to get some water.

When he entered the kitchen, Patrick heard some noises coming from not far away. He took a closer look under the weak light from the lamps on the walls on both sides-

Then he found Amelia taking out a glass of milk from the microwave oven. When she turned around and noticed Patrick, her hands trembled and splashed a few drops of milk out. "Patrick?" Patrick raised his eyebrows, seeming to have guessed the reason for her heating milk in the middle of the night. "Can't sleep?"

"Well, a little." Amelia held the milk and took a sip before looking at him with a confused look. "What about you?"

"Me too."

"What a coincidence! Would you like to have a glass of milk, too? It helps sleep."

Patrick, who never had an interest in milk, had a domineering, sharp look on his face when he saw the milk stains on her lips. "Well, you offered me."

Watching as Patrick approaching her step by step, Amelia said, off guard, "Wait a moment then. I'm giving you another glass... Oh!"

At a loss, she tightened her grip on the glass and looked at Patrick, who had licked her lips. Perplexed, she asked, "What... what are you doing?" Patrick said matter-of-factly, "Drink milk."

"There's milk in the fridge," Amelia failed to figure it out.

Patrick chuckled at that. His wife was sometimes even dumber than a cat.

Hearing his laughter, Amelia asked, puzzled, "Are you going to drink milk or not?"

"You drink yours. And I'll drink the milk you left," Patrick said meaningfully.

Amelia had a hunch and tried to get past him. But before she could take a few more steps, she was scooped up with his arms on her waist.

The next second, both of them dropped on the chair with Amelia landing on top of Patrick's legs.

"What are you doing? The milk is spraying!" Amelia turned around and poked Patrick's solid chest angrily.

Patrick said with gratification, "Stop twisting around."

Following his words, Amelia felt that his wood was right behind her ass. Her face was red. "You can't even stand it for one night, can you?"

Wasn't his willpower very strong? Even if he had been drugged with Cynthia at his side, he had been able to hold on until they had reached the hotel. Why couldn't he take it anymore after just "drinking a little milk"?

Patrick asked, "Why did you lose sleep tonight?"

With her mind wandering, Amelia blurted out, "Because I miss you..."

The smile on Patrick's face deepened immediately. "So you were missing me."

Boom...

Amelia felt her face burn enough to fry an egg. She looked around as if she was looking for a hole for her to hide.

"Actually, the feeling is mutual..." Just as she was so awkward, Patrick said.

The next day. Early in the morning.

After washing up, Granny Hopper walked out of the bathroom, looked at Amelia with a radiant look, and asked, "Amelia, did you sleep well last night?"

Listless, Amelia forced herself to cheer up and said, "Yeah..."

Not at all. After running into Patrick in the kitchen last night, she had fully learned that a man could be so horny in the middle of the night that she was unable to stand!

Fortunately, Granny Hopper was a heavy sleeper. If she had been the one who suffered from insomnia a lot, she would have long jumped out and beaten them to death because of the noises they had made in the middle of the night!

"Amelia... Amelia! What are you pondering?"

Hearing Granny Hopper's voice, Amelia looked up. "Ah? Grandma, what did you say?"

Granny Hopper glanced at her sleepy little face, wondering if her bed was not comfortable for Amelia.

"I was asking you what do you want to eat for breakfast?"

"Grandma, I'll make breakfast!" Amelia volunteered. After that, she turned over and got out of bed, only to replace her knees went weak as she stumbled in front of Granny Hopper.

"What's wrong!" Shocked, Mrs. Hopper asked, "Does your foot hurt again? I'm going to wake up Patrick and ask him to take you to the hospital!"

"Grandma, don't worry!" Amelia punched her disappointing leg and explained to the old lady, "My foot was fine for a long time. I just got up too fast, and my leg was a little cramp."

Relieved for a short while, Granny Hopper said seriously, "Don't neglect exercise just because you are young. When you are free during the weekend, go out and do some sports with Patrick. Don't waste your good time at home."

Amelia agreed directly, "Grandma, you're right. I'll work out and get fit!"

In response to Patrick's endless desires! Of course, she only dared to say that inwardly.

At the Northville Airport.

Before going to sleep last night, Granny Hopper had talked a lot with Amelia. So now she would like to talk to Patrick more.

"Patrick, since things we are unwilling to see have happened, we could only rely on time to smooth our memories. I know you hate your father now, but I don't want you to be in the hatred for the rest of your life. He is still your father!"

After listening to her with a heavy heart, he said as lightly as possible, "Grandma, I know what you mean." "Good. I'm glad to hearthat..." Granny Hopper's eyes were suddenly watery. "Patrick, don't blame me for suggesting your father marrying another woman. Such a thing shouldn't be made public, not to mention to an old, well-known family like ours. Many people are eyeing us, waiting to see the top family of Northville get into a scandal and ruin its reputation... before they tread on us to feel good about themselves!"