Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 212

Amelia tilted her head up to meet his gentle gaze, which pained her. These were all fake, right?

His tenderness, his dependence as well as his soft words are all lies!

Amelia reached out and blocked his eyes as she said painfully, "Don't look at me like that anymore!"

He obviously loved and missed someone else, so why was he still looking at her with such soulful eyes?

Patrick frowned and didn't immediately go to remove Amelia's hand, just asked, "What's wrong with you?"

At an angle he couldn't see, Amelia hurriedly rubbed her teary eyes a few times. It's strange that her tear ducts seemed to be getting more developed lately...

"Nothing." Amelia pulled his arm away and sat up from the couch, she then slowly lowered the hand that was over his eyes and said with her back to him, "You're going to catch a cold sleeping in here. You should go back to your room."

"What about you?" Patrick was a little reluctant to leave this warm and cozy "cuddle".

Amelia said without looking back, "I still have to cook and shower. Go back to your room and rest first, and I'll be with you later..."

Amelia's attitude in the latter half of the sentence seemed somewhat perfunctory.

"I'll wait here for you, and I'll come upstairs whenever you come up." Patrick laid in the couch a little mischievously, like he was certain that Amelia would give in to his caprice.

Amelia turned back abruptly, her expression indifferent, and said, "Then you'll just have to wait here the whole time!"

Patrick was startled by the words, and she quickly made her way to the kitchen

Patrick finally sensed that something was wrong with Amelia and stood up, asking after her, "What do you mean?"

She didn't turn around to answer him.

Patrick was so angry that he swept the bottle off the coffee table, and no matter what he did, Amelia still ignored him.

Patrick didn't want to please Amelia. He left Land of Fragrance after he trashed the living room.

Bang—

The sound of the door being slammed shut was deafening. Amelia was far away in the kitchen but heard it nonetheless.

Then, carelessly, her knuckles were cut by a kitchen knife, and she numbly washed her bleeding fingers under the faucet, feeling suddenly alone enough to drown in the current.

The next morning.

Amelia hadn't slept all night, so she was up early and walked up the spiral staircase in her nightgown, finally stopping at the living room door.

She checked the shoe closet and there were no Patrick shoes on it, proving he hadn't been home last night.

Amelia held her forehead helplessly, Patrick was an adult and should be able to take care of himself.

After so much self- congratulation, she took the vacuum cleaner out of the storage room and set about cleaning up the messy living room.

During the cleaning, Amelia turned on the TV to listen to the morning news, and a message broadcast by the host caught her attention.

Oh gosh, it turned out that the man who attacked her that night was the same rapist who has been giving all the cops in Northville a headache lately?