Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 770

After confirming that what he saw was true, Patrick glanced at the anxious Amelia and asked with a poker face, "Say. What happened to your arm? Why do you have bruises, lumps, and needle holes?"

His expression was stern and ruthless, as if his private possession was hurt and trespassed without his permission.

Amelia wanted to ask him the same question!

All she did was just to donate a little blood to Abner, didn't she?

Then why was her arm bruised and swollen?

Staring at her ghastly arm, it only dawned on Amelia that this was the reason why she felt uncomfortable and unease whenever she used her hand this evening. It turned out that her arm was injured...

Feeling the fingers on her forearm tightening on her as if it was announcing Patrick's limited patience, Amelia, who just came back to her senses, hurriedly explained, "It's just some external injury. It's no big deal!"

Patrick continued to glare at her, his voice terrifyingly cold when he asked, "Did Kaiden hurt you?"

To him, the weirdest part about her arm was not the bruises and lumps, but the needle hole!

He had no idea what she did when she was out of his sight!

Sensing Patrick's unconcealed murderous intent in his tone when he mentioned Kaiden, Amelia shook her head in fear and expressed, "It's not him!"

"Then who?"

"No one hurt me!"

Sweeping his gaze across the furrow between her brows, Patrick replied in a faint yet steely tone, "Don't tell me you jabbed yourself with a needle?"

"I didn't..." Just as Amelia pondered about whether she should tell him the truth, Patrick's phone rang from his pocket.

Amelia felt as if the heavens had given her a chance to escape from this situation. She then pointed to his trouser pocket and said, "Your phone is ringing..."

Patrick took out his vibrating phone, and without looking at it, he tossed it onto the bedside table.

Oh no...

Amelia was seriously doomed.

"No one can disturb us now."

Patrick then flashed a wicked smile at her. But very soon, the smile vanished, for the wound on Amelia's arm was...in his opinion, horrifying.

He had many speculations of what happened in his mind. The best-case scenario was that Amelia had willingly donated blood, while the worst-case scenario was that someone had injected her with poison.

However, no matter which case it was, it was enough to make him felt suffocated in his heart.

How could she do anything with or to her body without his consent? She should know that she belonged to him!

With such a strong desire for possession surging in his heart, Patrick raised her arm and covered his charming, thin lips onto the bruises...

Amelia turned pale with fright and shouted without hesitation, "It's dirty!" Her other hand was eager to shove away the top of his head that was hovering before her.

However, when her hand was mid-air, Patrick's huge palm intercepted her and cuffed her hand to her back!

This way, Amelia was sitting on the mattress in a submissive position with one hand raised and the other pinned down.

Her hand in the air was numb from Patrick's kiss, while the other was hurting from how hard he was holding her down.

Her eyes slowly brimmed faint red, then gradually turned into a shade of deep red. Amelia groaned and tried to persuade him. "That's enough..."