Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 746

Amelia felt that it was better not to tell Patrick that she was pregnant.

It was true that Patrick hoped to have a baby with her.

However, since ancient times, there were many cases of father just wanted to keep the kids but not the mother.

What if Patrick just wanted to exploit her to give birth to The Hopper Family's successor? How could she bear with it if this was the case?

"Ten, nine, eight..."

The moment the bathroom door was pulled open, the handsome man sitting in the bathtub counted until 'one'.

When Patrick counted until zero, while Amelia's left foot which had just lifted did not enter the bathroom on time. She heard Patrick said in a serious tone, "You're late."

It was only a bit late...

Amelia's eyes swept over Patrick's exposed body and her feeling of suffocating returned.

Amelia pulled herself together and she put aside all the delusions in her mind. Then she explained to Patrick, "I return as fast as I can."

"But you're still late." Patrick was really calculative.

"One second late? No, maybe less than a second. It's only zero point one second. You're a grown man yet you want to haggle with me?" Amelia talked softly.

Patrick looked unhappy. He could ignore other things but not his welfare. He wanted fairness even he had to create trouble for it.

Patrick spread out his slender and strong arms and placed them on the edge of the bathtub. He then stretched out his tired body and said, "As a punishment for being late, rub my shoulders first."

Amelia looked at him. The edge of the bathtub was neither too high nor too low. The best way was to find a small stool to sit down, so she would not be too tired.

Amelia considered the baby in her belly and said, "I need a stool."

Patrick's eyes which had been closed suddenly opened unhappily. "Why do you have so many excuses?"

"You're talking as if you don't have any!" Amelia was a little annoyed by his words. "If you're really tired of waiting, you can just massage your shoulders and

back yourself. I won't serve you anymore!"

Patrick's heart tightened. How could he forget!

Patrick was not really asking Amelia to serve him. He just wanted to use it as an excuse to break the ice between them.

Since that was the case, it was okay to just give her one minute to take a stool so she would not feel vengeful on him!

After Patrick thought about it, he did not try to stop her anymore. "Okay, you may go."

Amelia made full use of the time and turned to leave.

In the storeroom.

"That's weird. I remember that the stool was here before."

A woman stood under a dim light. She used her hands to wave the dust away from her nose and she kept finding. However, she could not find it.

Just then, a cold male voice suddenly sounded at the door. "Who's inside?"

Amelia quickly raised her head from the piled-up storage and turned to look at the comer. "It's me, Amelia!"

After a pause, the male voice softened. "Madam, what are you doing inside?"

Amelia's nose was itchy and she could not care less about her image. She raised her index finger and rubbed it horizontally. She said in a low and muffled voice, "I'm looking for a small stool. Oh, right. Huxton, do we have a small stool at home?"

Huxton walked over a few steps and passed Amelia's right side. He opened a box and a small stool was revealed.