Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 640

Seeing Amelia standing at the door weakly, Finley quietly creeped up behind her and whispered in her ear, "Aunt, just relax and go in."

Amelia almost jumped in shock by Finley's teasing as she was naturally sensitive.

Since the direction Amelia dodged to was exactly towards the entrance of the sauna, Finley realized that this was the right time for Patrick, so she winked at him.

How could Patrick not understand the connotation of her action?

Patrick stretched out his hand, took the two towels and two sets of mulberry robes, and followed Amelia to the door of the room.

Finley grandly closed the door after Patrick entered the room.

Immediately after, Finley adjusted the temperature in the sauna to 80 degree Celsius. Then she dusted her hands off and left.

Amelia tried to calm herself as goosebumps started rising on her skin. When she turned her head, she saw a light grey robe approaching towards her, so she reflexively caught it and held it in her arms.

There were only two people in the room, so the person who threw the clothes to her must be Patrick. Amelia glanced at him and saw that he had already begun to remove his suit.

As Patrick unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom, his agile and perfect figure gradually got revealed in Amelia's eyes.

Amelia could not help but exhale a breath, wondering how the temperature in the room could rise so quickly.

"Why are you looking at me?" Patrick was a person who was capable of doing two things at the same time. While taking off his shirt, he did not forget to flirt with Amelia. "Want me to help you take off your clothes?"

Amelia quickly turned her face away as the temperature of her face continued to rise. "Just take yours off, don't worry about me!"

Patrick raised his eyebrows and primly took off the rest of the clothes. Without putting on anything else, he draped the loose towel around his shoulders and sat on the wooden bench opposite of Amelia.

Within a minute or so, his forehead was soaked with sweat, but it was not something that would rouse someone's disgust at all. On the contrary, it was so sexy and irresistible.

Sitting steadily on the long wooden bench, Patrick looked at the still neatly-dressed Amelia and pretended to ask with concern, "Aren't you going to take them off?"

To 'take them off' or not to 'take them off, that was a problem.

If she did not take off her clothes, her clothes would soon get wet with her sweat. What would she do when they had to leave later?

If she took it off, the wolf sitting across from her would start attacking her. What was the difference between taking her clothes off and throwing herself into the wolf's mouth?

She came here to get a sauna, not to do other things.

"Take them off. I promise I won't touch you." Patrick grinned like a wolf wagging its tail in anticipation.

Noting the evil glint in his eyes, Amelia shook her head and said, "I'll wait a little longer."

"Fine, up to you." Patrick shrugged, but in his mind, he was furiously forming a plan.

Amelia was dressed in thickwear. She was wearing a long coat and trousers and was cooped up in the sauna of around 70 to 80 degree Celsius. Even if she did not go crazy from the heat, she would still be stifled. He did not believe that she would continue to keep on her set of clothes without taking them off

soon.

One was holding back, and the other was waiting to watch the play. Three minutes just passed, and the room looked like it was covered with a layer of gauze. It was so foggy that no one could see their surroundings clearly.

Seeing that it was the right time, Amelia hastily turned around, took off her shirt that was almost soaked with sweat, and changed into the simple and light sauna robe.