Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 211

As soon as Amelia walked into the living room, she saw Patrick with a glass of wine in his hand, which he was drinking without restraint.

Amelia only remembered that he liked to smoke when he was upset, but didn't know he could drink.

"Hi, Mr. Meng, I'm back." She slipped on her slippers and strode over and sat down next to Patrick.

Patrick nodded and looked at her with keen eyes. "Where did you go? Why did you come back so late?"

"I went to the hospital to visit Uncle Ryan. " Amelia said truthfully.

Patrick took a glass, poured a glass of red wine, and handed it to Amelia, "Have a drink with me."

Amelia was inwardly relieved as he didn't seem to care that she had visited Ryan.

After taking a sip from her glass, she asked curiously, "You rarely drink at home. Is something bothering you? Can you talk to me about it?"

Patrick was sad and didn't answer it.

It was definitely sending a message to her that even if something happened to him, it was none of her business.

Amelia shrugged, put the glass back down and said as if nothing had happened, "I'm going to cook."

Patrick adjusted to a more comfortable sitting position and said languidly, Tve already eaten."

Amelia subconsciously asked, "With who?"

Where was he socializing today other than at Paisley's to change his medication? Why didn't he take care of his health?

Seeing her look nervous, Patrick chuckled, "No one, just hanging out with Charles and William."

Amelia leaned in close to sniff his collar. He still had that familiar scent of tobacco and freshly stained wine, but other than that she didn't smell any woman's perfume.

By her sudden approach to him, Patrick was not shy about reaching for her waist, and then he covered her down, confining her densely between the couch and himself.

And the expensive wine glass that had been held in Patrick's hand had been left on the carpet.

His unexpected movement caused Amelia's animated eyes to widen slightly with tension, and she didn't dare move for fear of accidentally hurting the wound on his arm.

Looking down into her eyes, Patrick's expression was serious as he asked, "You're not resisting?"

Amelia was blunt: "I'm afraid of hurting you."

Patrick watched her carefully, "Why are you being so nice tonight? Aren't you usually the one who loves to antagonize me and make me angry?"

Amelia was determined with a convincing strength, "Mr. Hopper, can you please not think so badly of me, I'm really sorry for hurting you."

Patrick then smiled, his tone soft but compellingly sharp, "I thought Mrs. Hopper didn't care anymore at all except for Ryan and Shawn."

Amelia scowled, "Why would Mr. Hopper think that? I saved Shawn out of interests, and I went to see Uncle Ryan out of duty. You not only don't think I'm a good wife, but you're also blaming me for snubbing you for them. Do you think that is right?"

She's got a point.

Of course, Patrick understood what she meant.

It was in everyone's best interests to save Shawn because Shawn was the spokesman of " the Water of Life". If Shawn was sick, "the Water of Life" shoots would be delayed, which would undoubtedly prolong the time of Roxxon Corporation's investment.