Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 7

Patrick scanning Amelia from her bosoms, her waist, then to her bottom, she was classy, elegant while not sleazy and altogether absolutely flawless. Yet Patrick only praised his own fashion sense and walked to the checkout.

Amelia gently requested the shop assistant to cut off all of the price tags on her new clothes and pack up the old ones.

Once they left the shop, Patrick drove her to a spa salon.

Once they walked in, having dazzling charm with a luxurious race car behind him, Patrick caught the eyes of almost all the other female customers in wonder.

Patrick got on his eyes fixed on one of the markup rooms, with a stunning stylist inside waiting for a while.

Seeing him come in, a familiar voice greeted Patrick, "Hi!" Alisa Evans then turned to Amelia with an interest, "Name's Alisa. Nice to meet you!"

"I'm Amelia Ramsay."

Patrick introduced Alisa to Amelia casually, "This is one of my sister- in- law's shops. Alisa is her business partner. Whenever there is an event any of us in the family needs to go, he is our go-to stylist."

After a pause, Patrick turned to Alisa, "She is all yours. I'm gonna go out for a smoke."

"You got it, hon!," said Alisa with a smile.

To start with, Amelia had to take off her hairband and let her hair down. Alisa felt her hair and commented, "Miss Ramsay's hair is fabulous! Soft like a kitten!"

Amelia said modestly, "Why, thank you."

Alisa suggested, "I planned to design a wavy bob to match the shape of your face. But let's not ruin such beautiful hair."

Truth be told, Amelia did not really have a choice.

Alisa was delicate with his fingers and worked his magic on Amelia's hair. His gentle touches had made Amelia drowsy.

Completely relaxed, Amelia seemed to hear Alisa say, "There're only so few women who could make Mr. Hopper care so much. You're the second one, Miss Ramsay."

Amelia yawned and asked, "Who was the first one?"

"I am sorry. It's not for me tell." Alisa replied.

"Mr. Hopper, please take a look." Alisa called Patrick back into the spa salon.

When the door was opened, Amelia was accompanied by Alisa. Leaning against the wall, Patrick, who was smoking, squinted to try to observe her changes.

Being a rich playboy such as Patrick, he had feasted his eyes on so many beautiful women he could not keep count. But once he laid eyes on the fully transformed Amelia, he decided that all those girls he had seen were absolutely nothing.

"Somebody likes what he's looking at." Alisa found Patrick's reaction amusing.

Patrick shook his head slightly and denied, "No, I am just admiring your craft."

In the Hopper villa.

The sports car was parked in the outer yard. And Patrick and Amelia walked into the house side by side.