Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 491

Amelia could not hide the fondness in her voice. "Owen and I, theoretically speaking, are not that close. But it's precisely because of this unfamiliarity that touched me for he was willing to go to such length for me..."

Patrick pressed his body onto hers all of a sudden. He was strong and fit to begin with, so his rapid movement almost covered Amelia entirely in his shadow. The sight of him could scare anybody.

Amelia glanced at him nervously. "What's wrong?"

"In your heart, is my brother that perfect?" asked Patrick, who could not suppress his anger.

Amelia hummed in doubt, "Hmm?" Wasn't he the most impressed about his brother? Why couldn't he stand listening to others talked about how great his brother was?

"Answer me!" He clenched his jaw and growled.

Patrick's grim face was reflected in her pupils, silently reminding her to be careful with her words. "Then tell me, what's your brother's flaw?" replied Amelia.

" " For a moment, Patrick really could not find

any flaw with Owen. In the end, he resorted, "It's too noisy when he sleeps as he always grinds his teeth. He can even grind his teeth for the entire night!"

Upon hearing this, Amelia could not help burst out laughing and said, "Grinding teeth in his sleep? What kind of flaw is this?"

Patrick glanced over at her chest that undulated with her roar of laughter, and his throat became inexplicably parched. But then he was reminded that she was on her period, so he could only restrain the desire that had just risen in his heart. "My brother is good to you because of me. He went to the police station to pick you up yesterday because I asked him to. Amelia, don't emphasize on the wrong point!"

Amelia was buried amidst the soft blanket. She was nervous at the beginning, but now she relaxed and became slightly indolent. After hearing Patrick, she finally realized that he was not thrilled about it. But didn't she thank him in person yesterday when she got home?

Seeing that she still dared to space out while being pressed underneath his body, Patrick could not help frowning and raised his voice. "Did you understand what I said!"

Amelia's eyes curved upward, and she said with a smile, "I did, so can you stop pushing onto me? My breasts are going to be flattened."

Patrick gulped and choked on air.

Seeing that he was still not willing to get up, Amelia blinked and asked, "Or are you looking to have a pleasant afternoon nap with me?"

Patrick asked with a poker face, "Amelia, are you changing the topic?"

She answered with a sigh of regret, "Ah, you've found out."

"Humph, changing the topic? This tactic doesn't wor-..."

Before he could finish the word 'work', Patrick felt a surge of heat to his lips. When he came back to his senses, he found himself being kissed by Amelia.

Patrick's gaze darkened. He pressed his lips back against hers, who had thrown herself at him. He was kissing Amelia so hard and deep that Amelia was running out of breath.

After their lips parted, Amelia blushed and avoided Patrick's ravenous eyes. She said softly, "Let's take a nap, I'm sleepy."

"Okay, I'll nap with you." Patrick no longer pushed onto his wife. He changed his position to lie on her side and did not forget to hold her. He lowered his head into the crook of her neck and took in the faint scent of her body wash. He closed his eyes feeling pleased.

The next second, a hint of amusement flashed across Amelia's mind. Who said that changing the topic would not work with him?

Just as Amelia was about to fall asleep, her stomach rumbled and disrupted the concord.