No matter how angry he was, Patrick could not help but heave a sigh of relief at this moment.
He moved closer and pushed aside the hair on Amelia's cheeks, revealing her oval-shaped face as well as her beautiful facial features.
His eyes first circled the top of her head twice, then continued up, and finally stopped at her scalp.
He wanted to check if her hair, which was missing, had grown back. If not, should he take her for hair transplant?
Patrick was still very satisfied with the results of the examination. Amelia's hair was growing fast and there was no need for him to worry at all.
Burying his head into her neck, he rubbed the tip of his nose against her skin and sniffed the faint perfume smell on her body. Patrick could not help but lose his mind a little.
He rubbed against Amelia's face and neck, and his hair constantly sticking onto her skin.
Squinting her eyes, Amelia pushed the naughty head away and slowly raised her curly eyelashes. Her watery eyes met the handsome face that was right in front of her. "Have we arrived?" She questioned
sleepily.
"Yes, we're here." Staring at her slightly trembling eyelids, Patrick's heart skipped a beat, and when he finally realized what he was doing, he was already leaning in and was kissing Amelia's eyelid.
Feeling a warm kiss on her eyelid, Amelia moved uneasily backwards.
This man seemed to have a different style of kissing. Others usually liked kissing the mouth, but he liked to kiss her ears, eyes, neck, palm, and back of her hand.
At some point, Patrick finally moved away from her. She subconsciously raised her hand to wipe the eye that had been kissed. However, her hand was stopped by him before she could wipe it off.
"What are you doing?" She gave him a strange look.
"Do you feel that uncomfortable when I kiss you?" Patrick grabbed her hand roughly, and the tenderness in his eyes was gradually replaced by displeasure.
Amelia said helplessly, "There's saliva on it..."
Patrick's felt suffocated and short of breath. Was there no romantic feelings in this woman's heart?
When Amelia, who was anxious to fill her empty stomach, saw that Patrick was about to vent his anger, she quickly compromised. "Alright, I
apologize."
That was more like it.
Patrick let out a scoff and let go of her hand.
With her hands finally released, Amelia rubbed her stiff neck with her hand. Then, she lowered her head, unfastened the seat belt, opened the door, and got out of the car.
When Patrick and Amelia walked into the restaurant together, the expressions of the two waiters standing at the door became interesting.
Amelia walked forward as if she did not notice anything. Patrick felt a little guilty, because one of the waiters was the one in charge of the bill for Sissi and him at noon.
Due to his guilt, Patrick kept glancing fiercely at that waiter, his eyes were full of warning.
However, the waiter mistakenly thought that Patrick was greeting him. Although the greeting was stiff, the honest waiter still gave a simple smile and said clearly, "Mr. Hopper, welcome to our restaurant again."
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