Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 653

Standing by the door, Sissi did not want to part with Patrick, and her eyes brimmed with reluctance. "You're going back so soon?"

"It's getting late, and don't you have morning classes tomorrow?" Patrick asked.

Sissi nodded regretfully and said, "Then, I'll see you off downstairs?"

"It's fine. I'll use the lift, it's more convenient," said Patrick.

Sissi then whined, half-joking and half-complaining, "Why are you like this? Can't you tell I want to chat with you a bit longer?"

Patrick was taken aback. A few moments passed before he finally made a compromise. "Alright then, if you don't mind."

"As long as it's you, I won't mind," Sissi said naturally.

As they talked, Sissi stepped out of the door in eagerness, pulling the door close in the process. And with a beep, the digital password lock lit up.

Meeting Patrick's deep gaze, Sissi said frankly, "Look, I've even shut the door. There's no reason for you to say no to me now."

Finding the door not secure enough, Patrick said, "Lock the door with the key again."

Sissi took a glance at the password lock. "We already have this, I don't think we need to be that careful."

The look in Patrick's eyes showed disapproval at that. "We have to add another layer of security, only this way the bad guys won't have a chance at intruding."

"Fine then, I carry the key with me all the time anyway."

Reaching into her pocket, she fished out a pristine key and locked the door. Turning back around, she smiled at Patrick. "Mr. Patrick, do you finally feel at ease now?"

The two of them then moved down the floors slowly in the elevator.

Because Sissi stayed on the sixteenth floor, the elevator stopped several times on their way down as more and more residents filed in.

Physical contacted with others was inevitable with a crowd in the elevator. As the elevator was about to go down another level again, Patrick felt a tug on one of his cuffs.

He looked down and saw Sissi pulling at his sleeve.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly.

"I..." Sissi bit her lip, looking as if she could not bring herself to speak.

Peering into the mirror behind Sissi, Patrick saw a man gently harassing her backside from behind her.

Looking up from it, the hand belonged to a fat, middle-aged man wearing casual clothes. From the way he advanced on her, he must have had experience doing this, for he managed to keep a straight face and stared ahead as if he was oblivious to what he was doing.

Taking into consideration the fact that Sissi would be living here in the future, it would only bring her trouble if he confronted the pervert right now. So, Patrick stretched out a hand to encircle Sissi's waist and switched place with her. Sissi was then sandwiched between his chest and the elevator door, with Patrick protecting her with his back facing her.

This way, it was simply impossible for the middle-aged man to assault Sissi again.

Looking through her eyelashes at Patrick, who was inches away from her, Sissi said with a smile, "Thank you."

Patrick lowered his eyes and said, "It's nothing."

In the next second, Sissi exclaimed in frustration, "Oh no!"

Patrick, rapt with concentration, asked, "What happened?"

Sissi caressed her pretty and dainty face with her hand and said in a serious tone, "If I had known that you would be so close to me, I would have applied some face powder before leaving."

Patrick raised his eyebrow and joked, which was a rare sight in itself, "Even the usual Ms. Roberts who doesn't had any make up has the desire to do her make up someday?"