Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 361

"Enough, Mr. Hopper. Rick is hungry." Seeing that Rick was running to her shaking its big head, Amelia bent down and picked up the soft little dog.

"It's hungry! Am I not?" Patrick complained, in a tone implying that the puppy was unforgivable.

"Oh, stop licking me. It's so itchy!" Unfortunately, Amelia, who left Patrick with his desire unsatisfied, had begun to have fun with Rick and didn't hear what Patrick was saying at all.

Patrick stared at them with displeasure. He saw Rick keep licking Amelia's neck and get more and more excited. For several times, it almost licked her face!

However, not only did she not mind, she even allowed it to act at will.

Patrick finally couldn't stand it. He grabbed the back of Rick's neck with two fingers and took it away from Amelia, right under her surprised and reluctant gaze. He said seriously, "Do you know how dirty this dog is?"

Amelia shook her head. "I clean it up every few days. Rick is very clean."

"Do you know how many fleas and bacteria it has?"

"No, but Florence told me that I could take it to the hospital for a vaccine after Rick is one month old. And I'd like to get a dog card for it, so if it's lost someday, we can bring it back."

Seeing that she had had a plan for Rick already, Patrick said somehow sourly, "You are so considerate to it."

Amelia met his eyes. "Don't you think Rick is so pitiful to be discarded at our yard without parents?"

"No," Patrick replied.

Amelia turned down the corner of her lips. "You're heartless."

Patrick snorted. "Why should I pity a dog? It should be grateful that I didn't hurt it!"

Noticing that Rick was trembling, Amelia rescued the puppy from Patrick's hand with sorry. "It could understand you. Don't say such a thing in front of it, okay?"

Patrick looked frustrated. As far as he knew, women were more attracted to furry, adorable creatures, such as cats. But his Amelia was different. What she liked was the black, dumb bulldog, which was a truly unique taste.

Forget it. Since she liked it, she could keep it for the time being.

"Patrick, Amelia, I'm back!"

When Florence came home, he saw her brother and sister- in- law holding a dog and showing their affection towards each other. As for Florence, she had been bullied by Hobart in the hospital every day. In comparison, Florence wanted to cry.

Now that everyone was here, Amelia put Rick back on the ground, clapped her hands, and said, "I'm cooking. Florence, stay with Patrick for a while." "Thank you, Amelia..." Florence's gaze drifted to

Patrick.

As if sensing his sister's stare, Patrick opened his eyes and glanced at her. "How's Hobart doing?"

Florence looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "He has long since recovered. He just likes to pretend he's not. Patrick, can I get back to work? I really don't want to serve him anymore!"

Patrick said firmly, "No! The cemetery auction would be held in two days. Hold Hobart up in the hospital for me."

Although Hobart had promised that he would give up the cemetery, Patrick was skeptical. There was still a possibility that Hobart might change his mind suddenly.

Florence wanted to shed tears. "Patrick, can you stop troubling me all day long for the sake of your wife?"