Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 500

" " Amelia was stunned for a moment, and then

her face flushed red, "Yes! But other than him, I don't know any of the men-in-black! They look so fierce at home. I..I'm scared!"

Patrick replied, "There's nothing to be scared of. You'll get used to it after a while."

Upon hearing that, the blue veins of Amelia's hand that was holding the mobile phone bulged to the surface. She said, "Where are you now? Come back soon! We need to talk, face-to-face."

"I'm watching a performance at Royal Joy Club. I don't think I'll go back so early. If you're tired, you can go to bed first."

Patrick's relaxed tone made Amelia wished she could have any superpowers that allowed her to put her hands through the microphone and strangle him to death!

She rolled her eyes, pretended to be playful, and teased, "Mr. Hopper, didn't you say that I love one thing today and another tomorrow? It's just that besides me, there are only men in this house. I can hook up with whoever I want!"

Patrick's voice suddenly chilled. "Don't make me

angry."

Amelia wanted to beat Patrick at his own game and said, "If you don't want to be cuckolded, get them to leave as soon as possible!"

She had thought that Patrick would take a step back to keep his dignity. However, he smiled gloomily and said, "To tell you the truth, they are all physically disabled in the lower parts of their body. So, Mrs. Hopper, it's a pity that they can't satisfy you."

Amelia was appalled. "Are you a psychopath?"

Patrick said softly, "I pay them. How can I be regarded as a psychopath? They can't wait to thank me, actually."

After that, he hung up the phone unhurriedly and drove Amelia to her wits' end.

She dealt some furious blows to Patrick's pillow and then heard her stomach grumbled in the next second. She decided not to aggrieve herself anymore. She left the room with a darkened face, faced Huxton who was guarding by the door, and said, "I'm hungry! Is there anything to eat?"

Huxton lowered his head and looked at her. "No. Mr. Hopper said your culinary skills are so good to the point where it's completely self-sufficient."

" " F*ck! Even the imprisoned had food delivered

to them!

Staring at the handsome and polite young man in front of her, Amelia could not help remembering Patrick's words, 'They are all physically disabled in the lower parts of their body.' She thought to herself, "Why am I getting angry with a disabled person? That's against the core values of the society!"

She rolled up both of her sleeves and prepared to show her capabilities.

Seeing this, Huxton moved and followed her down the stairs into the kitchen, executing Patrick's orders to the tee.

Amelia told herself to pretend that there was no one else there, but when she turned around to look for salt and bumped into Huxton, her eyes lit up with irritation. "Can't you stand a little further away?"

Huxton did not back down a single step and said, "Mr. Hopper said to protect Mrs. Hopper closely at all times."

Amelia tried to reason with him. "Huxton, this is the kitchen, which turns out to be one of my most familiar places. I don't need your protection here."

"Your safety can be compromised in the kitchen. If I leave and something explodes immediately..."

"Shut up!" Amelia glared at him with her dazzling eyes, thinking about how much Huxton resembled his master. His words were exactly as Patrick would say.

Huxton nodded elegantly and stood his ground in silence.

Amelia bitterly turned her head away and sprinkled the salt that she had retrieved into the soup. As a result, she lost half of the bottle of salt for being too heavy-handed...

Huxton, who was standing behind her, promptly replied, "This soup looks salty."

"I! Know!" Amelia was not in a good mood. She raised her hand to pour a bowl of water into the boiling soup pot to dilute it.