Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 772

The corner of his lips twitched. Was his desire that evident that even Eve was able to hear it through the phone?

What Patrick did not realize was that the tone he usually used with Eve was steady, unlike this moment, when his breathing was getting heavier.

So, of course, she would think he had caught a cold!

"Patrick, hello? Why aren't you saying anything?"

In the face of Eve's question, Patrick had no choice but to answer, "I do have a little cold."

As soon as he answered her, Patrick glared at the culprit who caused him this trouble. Though it looked like the intent in his eyes was anger, he was mostly plaintive about it.

While Amelia was feeling sorry for the state of her clothes, she caught Patrick staring at her with fury. She then returned a look at him in confusion, having no idea why he was making such a bitter expression at her.

Was Eve speaking ill of her to Patrick?

While the gears in Amelia's mind whirred, Patrick was listening to Eve's greetings and consolation.

"Patrick, how do you take care of yourself when I'm not by your side? This can't be it. I'll send a few family doctors to Land of Fragrance right away..."

"Mom, it's just a mild cold. You don't have to trouble yourself with so many things!"

"You've been stubborn since you were young! Listen to how nasally your voice sounds! Your cold sounds severe. No wonder you didn't pick up my call earlier. Were you lying in bed, so tired that you couldn't even open your eyes?"

Eve's logic was giving Patrick a slight headache. "I'm really fine. If you don't believe me, I'll go back to the main mansion later, and you can take a closer look at me then."

Eve listened to him speak and felt that Patrick's nasal voice was not as heavy as before. She then breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Fine. Since you're not sick, then come here right away. I haven't seen you for a long time. I missed you."

Patrick gave her a reply, then ended the call as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden.

"How come I don't know you're having a cold?"

As soon as Patrick put down his phone, Amelia asked him.

From the corners of his eyes, he saw her eyes glancing at his key body part with slyness in her eyes as if she was mocking him for not being able to control himself!

Patrick ground his teeth in response and thought, "Is it entirely my fault for this reaction? You're the catalyst, okay!"

It was all because of the naive, pitiful expression she always wore. If it was just that simple, it would be fine. However, there was also a lively, suggestive charm in that expression. Was he a normal man if he had not had a reaction to her?

Noticing the flash of red in Patrick's eyes, Amelia was certainly not dumb enough to remain seated at the edge of the bed and wait for him to settle the score.

She got up and muttered as she brushed past him, "Since Mr. Hopper caught a cold, you should rest. I advise you to not do things that will hurt your body even more..."

This fool!

Patrick's face tensed as an impulse to spread Amelia against his knee to give her a hard spanking washed over him!

With such an infuriating wife, he might not be able to recover from this 'cold' in his life!

At this time, Amelia was making her way in the direction of the bathroom. Unfortunately, before she could shut the door, Patrick stretched out a foot and stopped her from doing so.

She then lifted one of her brows and thought, "Is this habitual? He could have clearly used his hands to block it!"

Amelia was right. To stop her from closing the door in the past, Patrick had always anxiously stuck his feet out in the crack of the door each time. Over time, it became a habit.

After forcefully blocking the door from shutting, Patrick then pried open the bathroom door with his hand through the door seam. After that, he asked with fierceness, "What are you doing hiding here?"

Amelia was unnerved by his glare, wanting to jump out of the window and escape. "I... I'm going to take a bath."

Patrick sneered. "There's no time for a bath. Mom wants us to go over to her right now."