Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 652

Sissi managed to avoid his hand from reaching the noodle. She frowned and replied in frustration, "I know that you're not used in eating junk food... I think it'd be better for you to go back."

Hearing this, Patrick lowered his voice as he said, "Go back? Where do you want me to go?"

Sissi glanced at him and said softly, "Where else can it be? Of course it's your own house."

With his eyes darkened, Patrick abruptly grasped her chin to force her into looking at him. He spoke decisively, "Are you now chasing me away?"

Sissi's gaze trembled upon hearing this. She did not think that she had confidence to be mad at him.

If it was in the past, she could sulk at her will.

However, this time she was afraid that the moment that she said 'yes', he was going to turn around and leave without hesitation.

Sissi forced a smile. She reached out to hold his hand which was now holding her chin. When she spoke again, her tone sounded relaxed, "I'm just kidding. I've already made you noodle, why would I chase you away at this time? Moreover, you're the one who found me this house. Hence, you're the

head of this family."

The phrase 'head of this family' sounded very subtle. Patrick abruptly let go of his grip on her. He glanced away with his lips pursed.

Meanwhile, at the Land of Fragrance.

When Amelia returned home with her mind preoccupied, she saw that the slippers belonged to Patrick were still lying on the shoe rack neatly. Her eyes widened. She wondered if this man had planned not to return home anymore.

"Ms. Amelia, you're back." A balanced meal had already been served on the table by Scarlett. As soon as she heard the door opening, she hurriedly came over to greet Amelia.

Turning around, Amelia nodded in acknowledgement as if there was nothing absurd, "Hello, Dr. Scarlett."

Scarlett said enthusiastically, "You have came back at the right time. I've just gotten the dishes done. Do you want to have your meal now? Or do you want to wait for Mr. Patrick? I can heat up the food for you later."

A trace of guilt flashed across Amelia's face as she said, "I'm sorry. I've already eaten before I came back. I'm sorry that I had forgotten to call and inform anyone at home."

Scarlett frowned when she heard the first half sentence of Amelia. But as soon as she realized that Amelia had regarded her as part of the members in this house, Scarlett could not help feeling delighted, "No worries! I'll keep the dishes for Mr. Patrick."

"Sure." Amelia scratched her head sheepishly. She dared not to tell Scarlett that even Patrick might not be returning home for dinner too.

The next second, she seemed to think of something and asked, "By the way, didn't Huxton say anything to you when I was yet to be home just now?"

Since Huxton had fixed a hearing device on her, supposedly he should have already known that she was going to have dinner with Jonathan.

In this case, even if she had forgotten to call and tell Scarlett, Huxton could have simply told Scarlett himself so that she did not have to prepare for Amelia's portion.

"You're talking about him?" Scarlett pointed at the room upstairs and rolled her eyes as she continued, "I heard the men in black saying that he had not woke up since last night after he got himself drunk. Such a useless fellow!"

Amelia stunned for a while before she broke into a laughter, "This can only tell that he's indeed a special man. You shouldn't have to worry for him."

Realizing the counter meaning of Amelia's words,

Scarlett said with her face flushed, "What are you talking about? Whether he's a special man or not has nothing to do with me."

Amelia pursed her lips and smiled, "Yea yea, I understand! You two are not together. There's no hugging or kissing between the two of you. Am I right?"

Scarlett's heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly explained in panic, "That was just an accident! Don't you dare to make any rumor of it, do you hear me?"

If that was an accident, this could only say that it did happen before. In that case, how could Scarlett accuse her of spreading rumors?

She shook her head in silence. Amelia tried to comfort Scarlett who was embarrassingly frustrated, "I got it. You don't have to be panic..."

Scarlett was still anxious, "Who's feeling panic? I'm just trying to make you understand. I have nothing to do with Huxton Fuller."