Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 53

Patrick turned around and taking the phone from Milton, saying with a reluctant smile, "Thank you."

After a pause, he stopped Milton coming with his eyes and said, "Mr. Cook, I know the way, so you don't have to see me off. Thank you."

Hearing this, Milton stopped. Although he didn't want to, he had to.

*

The window of Patrick's Lamborghini was widely open, and the wind on the expressway blew into Amelia's nose and grazed her cheek. She struggled to wake up, seeing Patrick, Amelia muttered, "Am I dreaming... Patrick? Why am I in his car?"

Patrick's mouth twitched, and he said in a cold voice, "You haven't wakened up yet, right?"

As soon as he finished his words, he stepped hard on the accelerator, causing Amelia lean forward and backward, and she was awake indeed.

Holding the armrest subconsciously, Amelia said with a pale face, "Slow down!"

Patrick said, "No."

Amelia's throat rolled twice and said sincerely, "... but I feel like to vomit."

Patrick replied in a cruel way, "Hold it back. Don't dirty my car."

Covering her mouth that was about to vomit, Amelia squeezed out a few words sadly, "No, I... can't."

With a sullen face, Patrick stopped beside the green belt and pulled Amelia out of the car, who immediately held the pole and spat it out.

After vomiting, she pointed to her dirty mouth, and asked with blurring eyes, "Do you have... handkerchief?"

Patrick stared at her scattering eyes for a few seconds and deliberately replied, "No."

Thus, the proud Mr. Hopper ended up in a tragedy -

Amelia took his coat and wiped her mouth.

Patrick had a slight mysophobia, turning speechless.

At this moment, a yell came with the footsteps. Judging by her appearance, it was a female officer of city management. She yelled, "What's wrong with you? Is this a place where you can vomit? Even a pet owner walking the dog brings a newspaper to remove the excrement. Can you observe the city management rules?"

Patrick passed the buck to his wife and said, "She is the one spiting out."

"$30 as a penalty!" The office issued a bill, reading that Amelia's vomit had polluted the environment, which had a negative impact on the environment.

Amelia looked at the illegible handwriting on the bill and said, "Your handwriting is poor..."

The officer got so angry that she almost pulled out the baton at her waist. Patrick said with a smile, "Sorry, she is drunk. I apologize to you on her behalf."

"Fine.!" The female officer looked at Patrick and said, "Remember to tell her to pay the penalty!"

After the officer left, Patrick glanced at the bill, smiling and saying, "Her handwriting is poor indeed. Haha."

Arriving at home, Patrick quickly threw his coat to the laundry basket and carried Amelia into the secondary bedroom. Her face was close to his heart, which made him feel at ease.

The next day.

Opening her eyes, Amelia's sight was blocked by a piece of paper. She took it off from her forehead and found that it turned out the bill.

Looking around, she found that she was lying on the bed in the secondary bedroom, and her clothes weren't changed - maybe she was so dirty that Patrick didn't want to sleep with her.

Recalling what happened last night, Amelia's face suddenly wrinkled like a bun. It was known that she was more likely to get drunk than others. Once she got drunk, she didn't look good at all, which was horrible!

After a shower and putting on her bathrobe, when she was downstairs, Patrick was sitting in the living room in a casual suit reading a newspaper.

Patrick hardly ever slept at home since they moved in, so Amelia sometimes had an illusion that she lived in a hotel.

Hearing the sound, Patrick put down the Economist and glanced at her, asking, "Showered?"