Huxton pondered for a moment, nodded his head ever so slightly, and said, "Very well..." As if he would agree to her.
"Deal!" Amelia released his arm and cheered in victory, completely forgetting that the servant and his master were the same.
Huxton smoothed out the creased cuffs of his sleeves, noting down Amelia's celebration, and left.
Dr. Scarlett, who was rooted to the ground like a statue, glanced at Amelia and said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help much."
Amelia felt guilty and said, "I'm the one who should apologize."
In the study.
Patrick was preparing the plan for the future development of his company. He looked up at Huxton, who arrived in front of his desk, and asked, "Did something go wrong with my wife?"
Huxton waved his hand casually and presented a lady's phone to Patrick.
Noticing the slight frown on Patrick's face, Huxton quickly added, "Mr. Hopper, this is Dr. Scarlett's phone. I suspect that Mrs. Hopper wanted to use it to contact The Cook family. The situation was urgent at that time, so I confiscated the phone without your permission."
Patrick's grip on the computer mouse clenched slightly, but he showed no expression on his impassive face. "You did a good job. Continue to monitor her every move."
"Noted!" Huxton gave a loyal nod.
7:30 p.m. at night.
Amelia rubbed her round belly and accompanied Patrick to the living room as she got lost in her thought while he watched TV.
Patrick noticed her absent-mindedness, and the corner of his lips curled up into a smirk.
"Mrs. Hopper." Dr. Scarlett appeared in the living room with a bowl of medicinal tonic from the kitchen and said to Amelia, "Drink it."
Amelia glanced at the bowl of thick and dark content, coupled with a pungent odor, and asked after gulping uneasily, "What is this?"
Dr. Scarlett smiled and said, "This does wonders, and it's nourishing for women. Eat up." So that she could get off work and go home.
Amelia winced. This did not seem to taste good just by looking at its appearance. Amelia thought she should find someone to share it with her.
As her mind geared on, Amelia pointed at Patrick next to her and asked Dr. Scarlett, "Can he drink it too?"
Dr. Scarlett first consulted Patrick's opinion by looking at his gaze. When she saw that he showed no objection, she nodded to Amelia and said, "Yes, this medicine has the tonifying effect, both men and women can drink it."
Amelia immediately brought the bowl in front of Patrick. Her pretty face was full of flattery. "Mr. Hopper, what do you think if we take a sip after one another? Let's all be healthier?"
Patrick peered down at the not-so-good looking bowl of medicine and said, "If you want me to drink it too, fine. But I want you to feed me."
Amelia agreed and said, "Okay."
Just as she took a spoonful of the tonic and was about to feed it to his mouth, he gently pushed her hand away.
"Didn't you say you wanted me to feed you? Hurry up, open up!" Amelia's face was filled with bewilderment and confusion.
Patrick lifted her chin and placed his thumb on her flowery pink bottom lip. He said, "I want you to feed me with your mouth, not your hand."
Dr. Scarlett, who took in the conversation between the couple clear as day, blushed in silence.
Amelia was slightly overwhelmed by his request. "Feed you with my mouth? That's unsanitary."
Patrick replied hoarsely, "I don't mind if it's you."
Amelia frowned. She was still not used to such a 'hardcore' way of intimacy.
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