Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 329

Joe nodded and said, "Yes."

The next day.

After waking up, Amelia did not eat anything, and no matter how Paisley and the maid took turns to persuade her, it was useless. Paisley had no choice but to go to Patrick and tell him the details.

"The fever hasn't gone yet, but she's awake. She just refuses to eat and doesn't even say a word."

Upon hearing this, Patrick was gloomy, Amelia was angry with him at the cost of her health.

Paisley said with worry, "That can't be done. If the body's resistance is bad, it may be dragged into pneumonia..."

Patrick got up, he had planned to avoid her for two days so as not to stimulate Amelia's condition, but now, he had to see her or the stubborn woman would starve herself to death!

Pushing the door open, Patrick waved his hand and dismissed the maid. He stared at Amelia's back, which was facing him, and said with a deep breath, "Get up for food!"

Amelia was stiff and did not look back at him.

Patrick came around to her bed and stared at her thin face, "Amelia, you think I can't do anything about this, don't you?"

Seeing that he was so rude, Paisley secretly approached him and said, "Be gentle. You are the one who should be blamed for making her sick."

Patrick bit his lips and asked softly, "What do you want me to do to get food?"

Amelia turned her dim eyes and said, "I want you to... withdraw the banned order to Shawn."

Patrick growled, "Don't even think about it!"

Amelia buried her face, which had just been raised, back into the pillow.

Patrick was pissed off by her. He yelled at Joe, who had been waiting outside, and said with an angry face, "Bring me the chicken soup !"

"Yes."

Joe had sent him a bowl of chicken soup, with some chopped parsley. It smelled very fragrant, but Amelia was indifferent to it.

"Let me feed her." Paisley volunteered.

Patrick snatched the soup from Paisley's hand. "No need, let me do it."

Paisley looked at Amelia with some concern. Although she did not know what had happened between them, Amelia was clearly unable to resist Patrick's strength, such stubbornness would only stimulate his's desire to conquer.

Patrick sat on the bed, lifted the slender waist of Amelia, and let her lean into his arms.

Ignoring her weak struggle, he crossed his hands in front of her chest, making it convenient for him to lift the bowl to her. He gently bit her ear and threatened, "Do you want to eat it yourself, or I feed you?"

Amelia didn't say anything.

Patrick was provoked. "Looks like I have to feed you!"

Paisley and Joe were waiting for what Patrick would do. As a result, they saw him taking a sip of soup and blocking Amelia's pale mouth.

Amelia's eyes widened and her face turned red from embarrassment. If she didn't want to be kissed by Patrick, she had to eat the soup that Patrick had brought her. What an abomination...

Patrick didn't let go of her until he was sure that Amelia was going to swallow the soup, but he didn't expect that she would spit it all out in the next second.

"You!" Patrick couldn't care less about his underpants, looking at Amelia who was lying on the edge of the bed and coughing, he couldn't bear to reach out and patte her back.

Not only Paisley, but even Amelia, who was involved, was surprised. Patrick's first reaction was not to fly into a rage.