Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 42

At this moment, Patrick felt the heat on her body, raising his hand to rub her forehead and asked in a low voice, "Why do you have a fever?"

"... It was rain-soaked." Amelia's long eyelashes hung down with a bit of sorrow.

"S**t!" Patrick cursed and quickly took out his mobile phone.

Amelia asked, "What are you doing?"

Patrick answered, "Call the family doctor."

Amelia said torpidly, "No, thanks. I've just come back from the hospital."

Patrick looked at her and asked in a cold voice, "Oh? It turns out that the man picked you from the office, sent you to the hospital and finally sent you home?"

Amelia said in her tired voice, "Don't call him 'that man'. He is Milton Cook, the Director at Lintons Ads Company. He's my friend."

Patrick was convinced and said, "If you hadn't told me earlier, I wouldn't have known his name."

He saw she was dropped off by a man just from the window on the second floor but couldn't recognise.

He continued with frown, "Milton Cook for Lintons? He actually did what he, as a husband, should do." He held back his anger as he cared about the discomfort of Amelia.

It was late at night.

The body was into the leather sofa, the arm was rested on the cushion, the hair was on the both sides of the cheek, Amelia looked particularly weak with shallow breath.