Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 687

Her nerves had clearly told her that she had burnt herself somewhere.

She lowered her head stupidly and stared at the spots that had been splattered red by the hot water.

She immediately felt frustrated.

Amelia wondered if Patrick would think that she had purposely used this way to attract his attention.

But she could swear to the God that she would never use any self-harm methods to get his attention.

At first, Amelia was slow to feel anything. As time went, the pain arising from the burnt area began to exaggerate.

"Whew..."

As a reflect action, Amelia kept blowing at her injured hand. What she did not know was that she looked pitiful in the man's eyes.

"How could you be so careless?" Patrick came over and was about to hold her hand so that he could check on the injuries. Right at this time, he heard Amelia asking, "Where have you been?"

Hearing that, Patrick's hand froze in the air. He looked at her unhappily and said, "Why are you

asking this now? Your hand is more important!"

Amelia could not help feeling touched at his concern although she clearly knew that he was just trying to change the subject.

Glancing at Amelia's hand that was still holding the glass, Patrick reached out his hand and took over the glass from her hand before putting it casually on the shoe cabinet aside.

After that, he grabbed her burnt hand and walked into the house, "Come, let's go to apply medicine on it!"

"Patrick..." Amelia struggled to catch up with him and asked meaningfully, "Are you okay?"

Upon bringing Amelia to the living room and settling her down on the sofa, Patrick looked at her eyes casually and said with a smile, "Why am I not okay?"

Amelia could feel her throat tightened. His calmness only impliedly told her that her worries were unnecessary. Meanwhile, she seemed to get the message that he did not care about her feelings at all. Otherwise, he would at least feel guilty and dare not to look into her eyes when he lied.

"It's good that you're fine." She replied mockingly.

At this time, Patrick had finished checking Amelia's hand injury. Although it was only superficial injury, he could not help feeling worried still, "Where's the

ointment? I'll bring it over."

Amelia's expression froze. She could not suppress her anger coming from nowhere, "This is also your house. Don't you think you should try to remember where these things are put?"

Patrick was stunned by her accusation and could not help looking up at her.

Sensing the coldness in her eyes, he thought of something and explained, "I admit that this morning I had not been considerate enough to send you home first. But I was really stuck in an urgency which required me to be there right away. I hope you can understand."

He left her behind and sneaked out to meet his lover. Yet he was expecting her to understand him.

Amelia clenched her fists to hold herself back from going mad.

Seeing that she was silent still, Patrick knew that he might have gone too far for his conduct this morning. He tried to speak to her as soft as possible, "Oh yeah, how did you come home?"

She pursed her lips and said briefly, "Taxi."

Hearing this, Patrick unconsciously used a playful tone to ease the tense atmosphere between them, "I thought that you never bring along money when you're out with me. It seems like you are smart

enough today."

Amelia's eyes turned cold, "Is it funny?"