Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 434

Troubled, Amelia curled her attractive red lips. She stared at him for a long while before asking, "If your friends are ill, can you bear not to check them up?"

Patrick paused for a moment and retorted, "How can the relation between 'man and man' and 'man and woman' be the same?"

Amelia said inwardly, "It's more likely that something is going on between man and man these days!"

Blinking her eyes, she suggested Patrick see it himself. "If you are worried, come with me. Anyway, you know where Milton lives."

Patrick said stiffly, "Amelia, are you sure you're not asking for a free driver?"

Amelia was annoyed. "How about you offer me an excellent approach that you are comfortable with while I can go visit Milton?"

Patrick blurted out, "Don't go then."

Amelia was at a loss for words. How could he be so unreasonable? She had suggested he go with her if he couldn't trust her.

Amelia turned and screwed the lid of the bowl with force. Seeing that, Patrick couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you say that we are not going to the

mountain? Why are you still doing that?" "Milton is sick. I should bring him something when visiting him... Hey! Patrick, what are you doing!"

Before Amelia could finish her words, Patrick lifted the bowl of fried shrimps too high for her to reach. Amelia was about to cry. "Give the fried shrimps back to me!"

Patrick replied, unmoved, "Do you think a patient could eat such greasy food?"

Amelia stopped fighting for the shrimps. "Right... I'll leave them to you then."

After that, she turned to pack other food, only to find another bowl gone from her hand!

She shot an angry look at Patrick's good-looking face. "What's wrong this time?"

Patrick looked down at her and said evenly, "Egg is not suitable forthose in fever. You don't know that?"

Amelia took out her phone to google whether Patrick was fooling her.

And she did find an article claiming that people who had a fever should eat fewer eggs. Whether it was true aside, at least Patrick had a good reason this time.

"Well, I'll bring him some fruit, okay? I heard that apples are the most suitable for those in fever to eat."

Patrick wished he could throw the basket of fruits on the kitchen counter, but it was apparently too late. He muttered in a low voice, "You do him a favor with my fruit..."

Although his voice was so low that it sounded like he was complaining to himself, Amelia still heard him.

A trace of bitterness flashed across her face while she was having her back to him. It turned out that they were not close enough to share everything they had. He haggled over even a fruit basket.

Seeing Amelia drawing her hand from the basket, Patrick was about to enjoy the complacency when she said, "Then I'll drive to the supermarket and buy some myself."

After a pause, she seemed to realize something and looked back at him. "You're not going to say it's your car, are you? Okay. I'll take a taxi then."

After that, Amelia found Patrick's eyes had grown very scary!

"Amelia Ramsay!" All of a sudden, he shouted her name loudly with rage as if he was about to tear her apart.

Amelia narrowed her pretty eyes, a bit overwhelmed by his shouting. "What's the matter?"

She secretly put distance between them, which caused Patrick's eyes to get even darker.