Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 648

"Patrick."

Just as Patrick was getting a little drunk, he could feel the sinking weight on the sofa next to him. He lost his mind a little when he smelled the familiar fragrance in the air.

He glanced to the side and saw the woman who looked beautiful even if she was only in her loose pajamas. Patrick asked insidiously, "Aren't you already asleep?"

Amelia stared at him with her dazzlingly beautiful gaze. She spoke softly, "I can't sleep, so I came down to accompany you. Is your injury serious? Do you need me to check for you?"

Patrick's heart skipped a beat, but he sneered and said, "Now you finally here to express your concern? What were you been doing all this while?"

With that said, he reached out to grab the bottle of that Remy Martin again.

Amelia quickly shoved his hand off. With a frown, she said, "You almost finished up the bottle. Are you sure you want to drink some more?"

"It's none of your business how much I drink."

Even if he said so, his hand no longer reached out in direction of the bottle of liquor.

Seeing this, Amelia could not help saying, "Don't you think you had enough for today? You've been bullying people the entire day, and now you acted as if everyone had failed you. In that case, shouldn't those who had been beaten by you line up to commit suicide?"

Perhaps he had been drinking a little too much that he started to lose his mind. Patrick sounded as if he had been wronged, "Since you don't care of my wellbeing at all, can't I vent in my anger through drinking?"

Amelia startled.

Amelia could not believe that Patrick was speaking fondly to her.

"My mouth hurts." Patrick added.

Amelia was left speechless.

"Look." Patrick turned his handsome face around so that he could show Amelia his injury at the corner of his mouth.

"That's because you've been fighting! Had you not fought today, you will not get yourself injured." Despite feeling painful for him, Amelia still thought that it was necessary to correct his mistake.

"I wasn't the one who started the fight." Patrick lodged his complaint first before Amelia could continue, "I was just making out with you. Hobart was the one who came over and hit me at my face."

If she had not witnessed the incident herself, she might believe his words and think that Hobart was the wicked one.

"My mouth hurts, especially now that I've been drinking..." Patrick grumbled again.

Amelia glanced at his tipsy look and his injury at the corner of his mouth which was still bleeding. At this moment, Amelia could only feel that Patrick had earned a soft spot in her heart again.

"Where else did you get hurt?" She could not help asking concerningly.

Upon hearing this, Patrick began to unbutton his shirt and removed his clothes. Following, he took off his belt and was about to unzip his pants. Upon realizing what he was going to do next, Amelia flushed and interrupted, "That's enough!"

The movement of his hand abruptly stopped. His clothes were in a state of mess when he stared into her eyes and said, "Now you can take a look yourself."

Feeling embarrassed, Amelia pursed her lips and forced herself to glance from his sturdy chest, fit abs and followed by that was...

She hurriedly looked away and murmured, "I don't

see any other injuries."

Nonsense!

It was obvious that Hobart could not be his opponent at all judging from Hobart's weakly built body.

Patrick was disdainful in his heart, but he blurted out anyway, "Don't think I'm fine just because you don't see any superficial injuries. In fact, I've been suffering from internal injuries."