Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 537

Patrick got up and grabbed hold of Amelia's collar the opposite of him with his long arms. He tugged her straight to in front of his face and growled with his reddened eyes, "Since you knew that, then you should understand how much I want to skin Maryanne alive!"

He exerted a lot of strength and lost control. His nails even scratched her throat behind her collar, which singed with pain.

However, she did not care. She knew that Patrick's anger stemmed entirely from his concern for her, no longer because of his suspicion and doubts.

"For the sake of our unborn baby, I beg you to be nicer towards others." Amelia looked at him and said.

The hand that gripped her collar trembled and was almost convinced.

Amelia saw that he wavered, so she laid her hand on the back of his hand and advised, "If you want to punish Maryanne, you can totally make up an excuse to imprison her and have her reflect on herself for a period of time. But why do you have to make a scene? Both you and I won't be able to explain to the Smith and the Cook families."

Patrick's resolute expression remained. If he wanted to, he could handle this without leaving a trace behind. Just like how he managed with Meggie back then, her parents were still grateful to him for it until now.

But Amelia was begging him. Not only did she use herself to plead with him, but she also used their future baby. No matter how callous he was, he could not help but be moved by her at this moment.

After a while, he gradually loosened her collar and said, as if he was giving in, "Okay, for your sake, I can spare her life. As for whether I will hurt her or not, it depends on her sincerity."

"Okay!" said Amelia, very satisfied with the answer.

The atmosphere at the dining table harmonized as time passed. Amelia kept on picking dishes that Patrick favored and put them in his bowl.

When she encountered dishes like seafood, she would peel them before feeding him after dipping them in wasabi and soy sauce. Patrick accepted them all.

Feeling pleased by being served by Amelia, it actually gave Patrick the idea of threatening her with Maryanne for the rest of her life.

At the same time, noticing Patrick's slowed pace in eating, Amelia asked with concern, "Why did you stop eating? Did I put too much spices?"

Watching his sullen face glowering at her, Amelia hastily scooped a bowl full of fish soup, spooned it, blew it carefully, and then fed it to Patrick's mouth. "Drink up, lubricate your throat."

Patrick parted his thin lips, and the delicious soup slid off the spoon into his throat.

Amelia asked patiently, "Better? Do you want more?"

Patrick looked at her with an inscrutable expression.

He did not know that she could take care of someone so meticulously. Ironically, she was doing all this to try to save a murderer who almost killed her!

He could not help but ask, "Why are you so good to Maryanne?"

Upon hearing this, Amelia felt that their previous conversation had been in vain. She put down the bowl and said with a heavy head, "I thought I had made it clear enough."

"Why?" Patrick pressed on. He would not feel at ease if he did not get to the bottom of it.

Amelia said frankly, "I'm doing this for Aunt Sierra and Milton. Of course, for Hobart's dignity too."

Patrick said, discontented, "What dignity of Hobart?"

Amelia frowned and thought for a while. "You're right. I take back the second half of my statement."

Only then did Patrick's frown relax a little. "You don't allow me to hurt Maryanne because of Milton and his mother. So, your love for him extends to his family, doesn't it?"

Amelia felt that the question was a trap. As she was thinking about an answer that would appease him, he suddenly said, "Continue feeding."

Following Patrick's gaze towards the half bowl of fish soup that was getting cold, Amelia quickly responded, "Oh, okay!"