Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 404

Patrick's pupils contracted drastically. Before he knew it, he had already rushed to Amelia, picked her up by her waist, and walked to the door...

Jeremy froze for an instant before he asked, "Mr. Hopper, where are you taking her?"

Without stopping, Patrick said coldly, "The hospital." "But..." Jeremy was about to ask what to do with the shooting when he found Valerie coming out of the dressing room and asking as if she had no idea what had happened, "Mr. Roland, Tiffany, can we start shooting now?"

Jeremy scratched his head. He wanted to keep Amelia here, but Patrick was already far away with her in his arms.

Just as he was anxious, Tiffany said calmly, "Amelia's feet were injured. She couldn't be photographed tonight, and we don't have time for her. Those photographers will fly abroad tomorrow. Fortunately, we still have Valerie. Let's put her in full charge. I believe Patrick would understand us."

"But..." Jeremy sputtered. "Amelia is wearing one of our costumes!"

Tiffany was stunned.

Valerie, who had been very confident, was stunned, too.

In the Lamborghini.

"Hold on a little longer. I'll take you to the hospital right away!" Patrick, who was sweating on his forehead out of worries, placed Amelia in the car.

He had never seen her shed a drop of blood or even thought of it. Now he suddenly saw it, he felt it hundreds of times more painful than when he was injured!

Amelia bit her lower lip tightly, trying not to let out any noise to distract Patrick from driving.

But her tightly knitted brows revealed her weakness. Driving with one hand, Patrick reached out to her lips with the other and said, "Bite my hand if it hurts!"

Hearing him, Amelia opened her eyes and looked at Patrick's hand.

The back of his hand still had those visible bruises caused by himself because of him trying to remain sober at that night he had been drugged.

Amelia turned her face away. How could she bear to hurt him even more? After all, it was she who had gotten him injured.

"D*mn it! Why didn't you bite it?" Angry, Patrick wanted to scold her. But when he looked around, he caught sight of the sorry on her face.

Patrick then realized something and felt it so sweet. But soon, he remembered her foot, and immediately the complacency was gone.

"Why is this woman always on my mind? How come I just can't let go of her!" thought Patrick, a little sad about his future.

In the hospital.

After work, Paisley was going on a date with Lussier. But when she saw Patrick appear in her office with Amelia in his arms with no shoe on one of her feet, Paisley knew there was probably no date.

Surprises were evident on Lussier's young face. "Mr. Patick, Amelia, you are..."

"There's no time for further explanation!" Patrick snuffed out Lussier's curiosity promptly, turned his handsome face to Paisley, and said anxiously, "Lome and check it. Her foot must have been stabbed by something."

"Alright!" One second before Patrick opened his mouth, Patrick had put on her white coat, which she had just taken off, with resignation. She gently said to Lussier, "Lussier, go get all the tools for disinfection."