Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 15

Helplessly, she had no choice but to ask the guards on patrol for help. It took two guards to carry Patrick back in the house..

Still, she did not want to disturb her new family's rest. Once they were at the house entrance, she had to once again take on the weight of her husband alone.

She had a glimpse of Patrick just as she was panting from the heavy lifting. All she smelled was a pungent rush of alcohol from his breath and clothes. Pushing down her strong urge to throw him into the swimming pool, step by step Amelia dragged him past the house's entryway.

While Amelia was struggling to move, Patrick slowly regained consciousness.

Staring down at the little head of his wife's, he once again took advantage of his new identity as Amelia's husband, "Mrs. Hopper, water please..."

For a moment, she almost fainted after hearing Patrick calling here Mrs. Hopper with his grave yet soothing voice.

"Feeling better now? Can you walk to the living room on your own?" she asked.

"Yea." Despite his response, Patrick did not want to get off her at all.

His long arm had unconsciously wrapped around her tiny waist. Something was about to change.

Patrick had turned the tide: from leaning on Amelia to embracing her petite body.

She could only pretend that he was not entirely sober, had to keep moving while ignoring whatever Patrick was trying to do.

At this moment, Patrick was breathing on Amelia's neck, appreciating the sight of her beautiful neck, and was eager to give it a kiss.

However, in the next second, with all her might Amelia slammed Patrick like a wrestler on the sofa in the living room.

Seeing Patrick's pale face, Amelia thought that he hurt his butt. Unexpectedly, he touched his fresh wound on his palm.

"Let me get you a glass of water. Be right back." After a pause, she noticed Patrick deliberate kept his right hand away from everything. She couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Patrick's eyes darkened. "It was an accident."

Amelia nodded and went to get him a glass of warm water. After watching Patrick gulping it down, she said, "Where is the first aid kit at home? I'll get it."

"There is one in my bedroom."

"Okay."

Seeing Amelia had been hustling around for him since he came back, Patrick suddenly felt that it was kind of nice to have a woman looking after him at home.

After Amelia poured some Merbromin on a ball of cottonwool, she attentively observed Patrick's facial expression, "Tell me if it hurts."

Patrick chuckled, thinking she was teasing him.