Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 669

In addition to Mr. Roland's uncontainable snickering, Amelia could not help but look back at Patrick with a mixture of anger from shame.

Sure enough, as soon as she looked back, her gaze bored right into Patrick's eyes.

His eyes were fixed ahead as if he had not seen a woman in his life.

Amelia asked, insecure, "What are you looking at!"

Patrick continued staring back at her without restraint even when he saw Amelia was slightly annoyed. "I'm taking in the view."

Amelia had not known a man who could lie better than Patrick while still maintaining a straight face.

Amelia retorted, "Nonsense! You're obviously looking at..." Amelia finished the sentence in her heart.

The latter half of the statement stuck in her throat. It would seem narcissistic of her to say Patrick was looking at herself!

At the sight of all her conundrum, Patrick put on a playful smile and said, "Tell me, what am I looking at then?"

"Forget it! Take it as I said nothing!" Amelia turned her face away and stopped bickering with him.

However, she had obviously underestimated Patrick's shamelessness. He drawled on slowly, "Did you want to say that I wasn't actually looking at the view, but at you?"

Amelia was suffocated with fury, and her face quickly flushed a bright shade of crimson. She tried to hold her reply in for a long time before she uttered, "Yes."

The next second, she wanted to cover her ears to avoid the incoming sneer and mock from Patrick.

Unexpectedly, Patrick only added, quite naturally, "You don't have to doubt it. You are my view."

Amelia looked horrified at the sound of his reply, her jaw agape and lost for words.

Patrick was extremely dissatisfied with her reaction. It was rare for him to sweet talk, so how was it right for her to react this way?

Even Mr. Roland found Amelia obtuse, not forgetting to shoot her a look of hint.

It was not until Mr. Roland's eyes looked as if they were beginning to twitch that Amelia seemed to come to her senses and turned her line of sight away stiffly like a robot.

Although she did not say a word, her flushed cheeks, the red tip of her ears, as well as the lifted corners of her mouth, exposed her thoughts.

Patrick was a little frustrated and annoyed at first. But after discovering these subtle changes in Amelia's expressions, he felt as if he was on a roller coaster ride, and his heart expanded in his chest.

In a blink of an eye, they arrived at number eleven golf course.

Mr. Roland had to bear their public displays of affection and could not be any more eager to get out of the cart. After that, he unlocked the safety bar beside Amelia and said to the lovey-dovey couple, "Mr. and Mrs. Hopper, we've arrived at course number eleven."

At the same time, under a parasol, a man looked up while flirting with a caddy girl and so happened to catch sight of Patrick and the rest.

The man pushed the caddy away from him, who was still latching onto him. He got up straight and called out to his companions who were in the middle of playing golf. "Hey! Look! Mr. Patrick and his wife are here!"

With just a few words, several men stopped swinging their clubs and gathered together.

They were familiar with Patrick. On the contrary, they were curious about the bare-faced beauty by his side.

One of them casually swung the club on his shoulder and pointed at Amelia with his index finger in his white glove. He asked, "Is that the women who Patrick secretly got married to?"

"Hey! Put your hand down, that's so rude!" exclaimed another man.