Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 547

With that, Patrick strode a confident step forward.

He had just happened to step on the toothpaste that had not been cleaned yet. As a result, he slipped and his whole body staggered.

Amelia bit her lip hard that to hold back her laughter.

Patrick grabbed the sink with his hand and stabilized himself. He was furious with embarrassment and glared at Amelia, "What are you laughing at?"

Amelia blinked innocently and asked, "Did I laugh?"

She tried so hard to contain her laughter to the point where it hurt her internally. She was sure that she did not let out even a smile.

Patrick's voice sounded as if he were forcing his words out. "Amelia Ramsay! I know you're laughing!"

Amelia glanced at him, suddenly sat on the ground, and burst out in laughter!

Since he was dead sure that she was laughing at him, then instead of suppressing herself, she would rather laugh her heart out!

A shadow loomed over Patrick's face. The beauty of that previous moment turned into nothingness as his adoration for her twisted into the desire of

strangling her.

He began his insult. "Are you done laughing? Even your gums are showing!"

"Ah!" Amelia pursed her lips on reflex. After all, image was important for a woman.

This time, it was Patrick's turn to laugh. He said, "You laugh even when you know you're ugly when you do it."

Amelia threw her hands up and said, "I may look ugly when I laugh, but it's less ugly than when you made a fool of yourself."

Patrick was so enraged that he kicked the dirty slipper in front of Amelia and ordered, "Clean it up for me!"

Amelia stared at the large slipper and said in a playful tone, "Are you pleading to me to do this?"

Patrick expressed proudly, "I'm ordering you!"

Hearing this, Amelia immediately became unhappy and said, "Oh, then I'm sorry. You'd better ask Huxton to wash it for you tomorrow."

"I want you to wash it for me! Here, take the two of them!"

With that, Patrick kicked the other slipper that was not stained. This time, he had overexerted his strength. The slippers bounced back from the ground and hit Amelia in her knee.

Seeing that she was hit, a hint of distress flashed across Patrick's eyes, but he soon resumed his haughty look of indifference.

She rubbed her knees. Although it did not hurt a lot, Amelia felt a little uncomfortable.

If she was displeased, then naturally, she would vent her anger. So, she threw Patrick's slippers back at him one by one. "B*stard, if you want to wash them, then you can do it yourself. I won't serve you!"

At such a close distance, Patrick could only dodge one of the slippers. The sole of the other slippers landed firmly on his left chest. It was even the one with the toothpaste on it!

Patrick, who was germophobic, could not stand it. He shook off his pajamas and tossed it onto Amelia's head. He was so maddened that he said, "Wash that too! Otherwise, you're not allowed to sleep!"

"Lunatic!" With his pajama hung over her head, Amelia glowered at Patrick through the gaps with a pair of watery eyes ignited with fury.

Patrick's arms and chest were bare. "I'm a lunatic. What can you do about it?"

D*mn it!

Amelia lowered her head and looked around. She wanted to see if there was anything she could throw to Patrick. However, she had already cleaned up the floor. There was nothing she could find as a hidden weapon.

That was not true! She still had herself!

Gritting her teeth, Amelia stood up from the ground and flung herself forward right into Patrick's chest!

The saying was true, birds of a feather flocked together.