Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 706

Huxton started panicking. "Sir, what are you trying to do?"

Patrick, who was in a hurry said angrily, "What else do you think I can do? Hurry up, if you delayed my business, you'll know the consequences!"

Huxton took the listening device off his ear and placed it into Patrick's palm confusingly.

Patrick suspiciously stared at the other side of his ear. "Only one?"

Huxton answered honestly, "The rest are in the drawer of my room, plus the one in your hand. There are 22 in total. You check my room if you don't trust me."

As he spoke, Huxton handed over the keys he was carrying to Patrick.

Patrick was touched by his honesty. He waved his hand and said, "You don't have to give me the key. You can leave now."

"Yes, sir."

As soon as Huxton's figure disappeared behind the door, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of

Patrick's mouth as he walked straight to the living room.

Amelia had heard him long before he came over. She felt strange but it was not easy to express it verbally. She held the pillow in her arms and continued on watching TV. She was pretending to be fascinated by the TV.

Patrick stood behind her, cleared his throat and said, "I'm back."

Amelia pretended to have just heard it and looked back at him. She answered in a flat tone, "Oh, you're back."

Their eyes met and both of them fell silent.

There was only awkwardness.

Patrick's face went pale since Amelia's reaction was totally different from his script.

But no matter what, he had already prepared the clothes for her. If she did not change into those clothes, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Amelia glanced at his rich facial expressions and looked at his neck.

It was very clean and there were no hickeys or claw marks on it.

But what was he carrying in his hand?

Just as Amelia was still worried, Patrick asked from a superior position, "Have you been reflecting on yourself after I left?"

Amelia's heart skipped a beat. He went to the nightclub but she had to reflect?

She was so angry but still, she replied with a 'yes' and a smile.

Patrick was listening attentively. "Oh? What have you been thinking about?"

Amelia's face was full of sorrow. "I'm wondering if I should eat lesser tonight. I've eaten too much recently, so I'm putting on weight."

Patrick's eyes turned cold. "Is this what you're thinking about?"

Amelia's beautiful eyes met his gaze. "Yes, what else do you think I'm thinking about?"

Patrick's grip on the sack tightened. She did not care! She did not care where he went! What did he do?

At this moment, the fantasy he was holding was particularly ironic, turned out that he was not as important as Amelia's weight-losing plan.

Amelia pretended to be relaxed and asked, "How about you? Did you have fun? What are you holding in your hand? Are those gifts from your confidants?"

Patrick's eyes flashed and he stated his purpose at the right time, "These are the clothes I selected for you on my way back. It's very beautiful and it looks very suitable for you."

Amelia smiled happily, "Really? Can you open it and let me see?"

"No problem. If possible I hope that you can put it on for me," said Patrick. He opened the bag with both hands so that Amelia could see the clothes clearer.

Pausing for a moment, Amelia put her hand into the bag and took out a stack of clothes.