Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 657

On that topic, Sissi's tone softened, and even her breathing became cautious. "Did I call at the wrong time?"

His gaze unconsciously drifted to the master bedroom door again. After he was sure that Amelia would not open the door suddenly, Patrick mumbled, "No."

"That's good." He could hear Sissi's relief through the phone. "I assume you're home by now. It's so quiet over there."

"Yea, I'm home." Patrick massaged the furrow that formed between his brows.

Sissi smiled, then said, "Then I won't bother you from getting intimate with your wife. Good night."

"Good night." Patrick responded briefly.

The time it took to exchange the few words on the phone was already pushing the limit of what he could tolerate.

After the call, Patrick walked to the door and opened it, his face as tranquil as usual. As soon as the door was pushed open, Patrick saw Amelia sitting on the ledge by the window and looking up into the night sky.

He did not know if he was imagining it, but her eyes looked especially lonesome, which gave his heart an inexplicable wrench!

Not only that, but her sitting posture was also alarming to him! It was even sending out signals that indicated it was of the gravest danger!

He strode over quickly and shouted out, "Amelia Ramsay! What are you doing over there? Get down!"

Amelia had just wanted to feel the night breeze on her face to dispel her inner frustrations. Her grasp on the windowsill shook from Patrick's sudden roar and her upper body trembled violently.

"Be careful!"

Amelia's sway on the windowsill almost threw Patrick out of his mind.

He rushed over and tried to hold her, but it was too late.

Amelia had already put her hands on the windowsill and hopped down from it gracefully, her nightgown fluttering in the air...

Patrick watched in a daze until the hem of her nightgown floated back down to Amelia's fair, smooth ankles. Patrick, who just snapped back from reverie, grappled her shoulders at once and scolded her, his breathing disordered, "Do you know how dangerous that was? What if you fell from the

window? Why can't your brain be at least half the size of your enormous stomach?"

"Hiss..." Amelia inhaled sharply, feeling as if her shoulders were getting crushed.

Patrick glared at her and growled furiously, "Answer me!"

Amelia breathed a sigh of relief and said in an unusually calm tone, "Calm down."

F*ck! Why was he being comforted by someone who almost fell off a building?

Noticing the lingering fear between his brows, Amelia said with a chuckle, "I won't fall."

It was difficult for Patrick to calm down from his fit of anger. "And what if you did?"

"This is the second floor." Amelia struck the core of the matter with a simple sentence.

Because they were on the second floor, even if she had the worst luck, she still would not die...

Patrick scowled. This reason alone was not good enough to convince him. He then added, "What if you lost an arm or a leg? Do your limbs not matter to you?"

Amelia was stunned by his lecture and then cackled up at the ridiculousness of it. "I was just sitting there for some fresh air and to clear my thoughts a little. It's not as serious as you said, isn't it?"

She still had no idea where she did wrong!

Patrick's chest heaved. "Just how much is on your mind that you had to sit there in the middle of the night and bask in the freezing wind? Tell me, and I'll take care of it for you!"

How kind of him! But even if she had told him, he could not solve whatever was on her mind!

Amelia answered coldly, "There's no need. A man can't interfere in the thoughts of a woman. The same goes to you too."