Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 498

Brittany's got choked up and said, "I hope it's me..."

He raised and wrapped his arms around Brittany's shoulders. Daniel planted an icy kiss on Brittany's forehead and said deceitfully, "Of course it's you."

In the evening, at the Land of Fragrance.

When Amelia returned home, there was a spread full of dishes on the kitchen table. As for the housekeeper, she had finished her duty for the day and got off work.

Looking at the untouched plate and fork on the table, a trace of surprise flashed in Amelia's eyes. Did Patrick not eat again?

At the thought of this possibility, Amelia immediately felt annoyed. Was he a kid? Did she have to coax him into eating whenever he refused to eat when he lost his temper?

She wanted to put that thought out of her mind, but there was a voice from the bottom of her heart that kept urging her to go upstairs...go upstairs...

Fine! He won!

Amelia felt sorry for the stubborn master's body. She turned a corner and ascended upstairs step by step.

Standing outside the door of the master bedroom, she raised her hand and knocked on it three times.

As expected, there was not a sound coming from inside the room.

She allowed him one last chance! When Amelia was ready to give up, the voice from her heart emerged to the surface again out of fear of loneliness.

Rapping on the door again, Amelia held her temper and called, "Patrick, come out for dinner!"

There was still no movement from the other side.

Amelia put down her hand, expressionless and resolutely turned around!

When she passed by the study, the door of the study opened and Patrick walked out of the room, wearing a lusterless look.

Seeing him out of the study, Amelia's face flushed with anger in an instant. She had been yelling for him at the wrong door for such a long time.

Slightly averting her gaze to cover up her embarrassment, Amelia forced herself to calm down and said, "You came out at the right time. Let's go downstairs for dinner."

After saying that, she swerved and wanted to leave at once, but her arm was gripped tightly by Patrick. As he withdrew his hand towards him, she fell into his arms under the force.

Amelia's glinting eyes opened wide, and she caught a scent that was unusual to the normal refreshing smell of his shirt. She blurted out, "Did you drink?"

Patrick looked down at her as if he was confirming whether or not the person in his arms was, in fact, Amelia.

Under his confused but unusually focused stare, Amelia got a little nervous. Amelia held up a finger and waved it in front of him. "How many fingers are there?"

" " Patrick remained silent.

Amelia concluded and said, "It seems like you're drunk. Well, forget it then. Go back to your room and have a rest. I'll go downstairs and have dinner by myself."

The next second, he lifted her without a word and walked over to the bedroom. She stared at his stone-cold side profile with displeasure and shouted, "Put me down, I want to have my dinner!"

Patrick's answer to her order was to throw her onto the bed.

Of course, Amelia would not await her doom. She tried to roll down from the bed since there was a carpet in the room so she would not hurt herself.

However, the moment her feet touched the soft rug, she was caught in Patrick's arms once again. She

was too small to fight back.

Amelia's face was just the size of a small palm and with two fingers of his left hand holding her chin, she was forced to look Patrick in the eyes.