Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 504

Patrick and Huxton fell silent.

"Well, you two go ahead and play. I'm going to make breakfast."

The two men stood in reverie and blinked dazedly at her. Amelia did not forget to take the boning knife from Huxton before making her way to the kitchen.

It was not until Amelia's figure disappeared into the door to the kitchen that Huxton said to Patrick, at a loss of what to say, "Mr. Hopper, I..."

Patrick raised a hand and said calmly before Huxton could continue, "You may leave."

Seeing that Patrick had no intention of further questioning him, Huxton breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes, Mr. Hopper."

Hiding behind the door of the kitchen, Amelia watched the situation unfold and broke out in cold sweat for Huxton. Fortunately, she acted dumb. Otherwise, she had no idea how Patrick would torment her next!

Before she could look away, her eyes were caught by Patrick from the other side of the room. Patrick raised his eyebrows lightly and approached her.

Amelia instinctively wanted to escape as soon as she saw him. However, there was only one exit to the kitchen, and it was blocked by Patrick, who had come up to her.

Nervous, she picked up a frying pan and used it as a shield in front of her chest. "Go away!"

With such a voice, it sounded more like whining than a reproach. At this, a flame ignited throughout Patrick's body, "Do you think a frying pan can stop me?"

"That's better than nothing!" Amelia waved the pan in the air gently and threatened, "If you come over again, I'll slap your face flatter than the pan."

Stopping three steps away from her, Patrick solemnly promised, "Then I won't."

However, just as Amelia was reassured and put the pan back to in front of her chest, Patrick reached out and grabbed her wrist.

His strength was overwhelming, so Amelia could not help but loosen her grip on the pan.

Seeing this, Patrick's other hand caught it smoothly before it fell to the ground.

Amelia was angered and her eyes had turned red, which made Patrick eager to hold her in his arms and make up for what he did.

"Liar, let me go!"

Patrick let her go as she wished and asked in a caring but teasing tone, "Does it still hurt? Let me rub it for you."

Amelia looked at his crocodile tears with contempt and said, "I don't want you to rub it. I want you to give the pan back to me and let me take a swing at you!"

Patrick turned around and put the pan at a place where it was out of Amelia's reach. Under her aggrieved gaze, he turned his head back and said, "You're not Wolnie, and I'm not Wolffy who's bullied by his wife. Such a weapon as a frying pan doesn't suit you."

"You've also watched 'Pleasant Goat and Big Bad Wolf'?" Amelia was surprised by the fact that there was truly nothing too bizarre in this world.

"I've watched a little with Andrew and Ashley. Is that strange?"

Amelia corrected him,"It's not strange, it's very strange!"

Patrick lowered his head and gave his attention to her belly. His gaze softened. "One day, when we have our own children, we'll accompany them no matter what cartoon they want to watch."

"Ah." Amelia responded automatically.

"So, we have to work hard now," Patrick said, then began to corner her and lay his hands on her.

"Don't...others will see it." Amelia consciously reached out to stop him, but when she saw his darkened glare, her body mellowed and become numb as if she had been struck by lightning.