Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 498

Brittany's got choked up and said, "I hope it's me..."

He raised and wrapped his arms around Brittany's shoulders. Daniel planted an icy kiss on Brittany's forehead and said deceitfully, "Of course it's you."

In the evening, at the Land of Fragrance.

When Amelia returned home, there was a spread full of dishes on the kitchen table. As for the housekeeper, she had finished her duty for the day and got off work.

Looking at the untouched plate and fork on the table, a trace of surprise flashed in Amelia's eyes. Did Patrick not eat again?

At the thought of this possibility, Amelia immediately felt annoyed. Was he a kid? Did she have to coax him into eating whenever he refused to eat when he lost his temper? She wanted to put that thought out of her mind, but there was a voice from the bottom of her heart that kept urging her to go upstairs...go upstairs...

Fine! He won!

Amelia felt sorry for the stubborn master's body. She turned a corner and ascended upstairs step by step.

Standing outside the door of the master bedroom, she raised her hand and knocked on it three times.

As expected, there was not a sound coming from inside the room.

She allowed him one last chance! When Amelia was ready to give up, the voice from her heart emerged to the surface again out of fear of loneliness. Rapping on the door again, Amelia held her temper and called, "Patrick, come out for dinner!"

There was still no movement from the other side.

Amelia put down her hand, expressionless and resolutely turned around!

When she passed by the study, the door of the study opened and Patrick walked out of the room, wearing a lusterless look.

Seeing him out of the study, Amelia's face flushed with anger in an instant. She had been yelling for him at the wrong door for such a long time.

Slightly averting her gaze to cover up her embarrassment, Amelia forced herself to calm down and said, "You came out at the right time. Let's go downstairs for dinner."

After saying that, she swerved and wanted to leave at once, but her arm was gripped tightly by Patrick. As he withdrew his hand towards him, she fell into his arms under the force. Amelia's glinting eyes opened wide, and she caught a scent that was unusual to the normal refreshing smell of his shirt. She blurted out, "Did you drink?"

Patrick looked down at her as if he was confirming whether or not the person in his arms was, in fact, Amelia.

Under his confused but unusually focused stare, Amelia got a little nervous. Amelia held up a finger and waved it in front of him. "How many fingers are there?" "" Patrick remained silent.

Amelia concluded and said, "It seems like you're drunk. Well, forget it then. Go back to your room and have a rest. I'll go downstairs and have dinner by myself."

The next second, he lifted her without a word and walked over to the bedroom. She stared at his stone-cold side profile with displeasure and shouted, "Put me down, I want to have my dinner!"

Patrick's answer to her order was to throw her onto the bed.

Of course, Amelia would not await her doom. She tried to roll down from the bed since there was a carpet in the room so she would not hurt herself.

However, the moment her feet touched the soft rug, she was caught in Patrick's arms once again. She

was too small to fight back.

Amelia's face was just the size of a small palm and with two fingers of his left hand holding her chin, she was forced to look Patrick in the eyes.

Patrick's husky voice grunted in her ear, "You like to hang outside so much and come home late, don't you?"

Hiss. The clothing cladding her body was torn at the front by his idle hand in a swift motion.

Amelia angrily cried out, "Lunatic! This is one of my favorite dresses!"

This sentence seemed to touch a nerve in Patrick, and his breath became sharper, "Yes, one of them! You have so much love to give. You can love one thing today and another tomorrow. What about the day after tomorrow?"

Taken aback at being wronged, Amelia's eyes ignited with fury. "Patrick, I'll see it as you're drunk speaking. Let me go!"

"Let you go and look for another wild man again? If I let you go, won't you only come back tomorrow morning?"

Patrick pinned her firmly against the carpet underneath him with one gesture. Their eyes met, and thunderous clouds gathered between his knitted brows.

Amelia corrected him with a sullen face. "Another wild man? No, you're wrong. Milton is my friend!"

Patrick perked up, "In that case, he's a good friend of yours in bed too, isn't he?"

Hot-headed, Amelia raised her hand and hit him across his face.

Pat!

Time stopped.

Amelia rubbed her somewhat burning palm and thought that it was normal that her palm would hurt from the strength she used. But why did her heart hurt as well?

Patrick was hit, but he let out a laugh out of anger, "Amelia, it seems that I have really spoiled you too much recently, to the point where you have the illusion that you have the upper hand here." Suppressing her panic, Amelia refused to show weakness and said, "It was you who was being nasty first, so I couldn't help hitting you!"

A corner of his lips lifted into a smirk, but his eyes were cold. "From now on, you can no longer leave me, not even half a foot away!"

His words, like a curse, hovered around Amelia, and she said with her heart thumping hard, "You said at noon that you would give me freedom!" "Can't I go back on my word?" Patrick said slowly. Then he began to unbutton his shirt and said with an air of condescension, "The freedom you want, I will grant it to you after you give birth to my child."

Grant? What a commiserating and noble word!

Amelia refuted angrily, "Patrick, there will be children eventually. You don't have to restrain me!"

Patrick answered cooly, "If I don't restrain you, you will run around. Who knows who's seed you'll bring back with you?"

Amelia could not help but want to hit him again, but this time he not only avoided her but also constrained her hands on top of her head with one of his.

Patrick narrowed his eyes and said from above her head grimly, "Hit me once, give birth to one. Hit me twice, give birth to a pair. So, how many children do you want?"

In a rage, Amelia blurted out, "I don't want any!"

Squinting, Patrick said calmly but maniacally, "It's not up to you."

After that, he lowered his head and pressed his lips hard against Amelia's soft lips, sucking her as if he was going to devour her whole. His desire took advantage of the scent of alcohol, and the alcohol stimulated even more desire. Amelia was doomed to be unable to bear Patrick tonight.

With her vision misted with alluring tears, Amelia could not even make out the numbers on the clock. She only knew that a long time had passed...

Amidst the rises and falls, her chin was caught by the man in front of her, forced to let him kiss away the tears that kept leaking out of the corner of her eyes...

Amelia's tender back went rigid. Any tenderness shown after the storm had passed would be ironic to the extreme!

Perhaps he had felt her physical discomfort, or maybe he was finally waking up from his drunken stupor. He halted his movement, looked straight into her darkened eyes, and asked aggressively, "Tell me! Where did you go with him at noon?"