Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 8

Drifting in thoughts, Amelia was brought back to reality by Florence, who was munching on an apple. Florence tapped her shoulder with a mischievous smile, "Hey sis, my brother is in his room already. What're you waiting for?"

Speaking with experience, Nora added, "Go and have some fun, Amelia. I will make you my signature stew for a quick recovery!"

"Oh my god! You guys!" Amelia covered her face with her hands with steam coming out of her head. The Hoppers never beat around the bush.

Instead of keeping Amelia around for a chat, Howard changed his mind and ushered her into Patrick's room. "Amy, it's getting late. Get some rest and we will see you tomorrow."

Florence could not wait any longer, so she just grabbed Amelia's arm and hurried her to the second floor.

Standing in front of Patrick's room, Florence took a deep breath and knocked. "Hey brother, come out and get your wife!"

After a while.

Just as Florence was about to knock again, the door was suddenly opened. Out came Patrick with his grim expression. "She can stay. You can leave now."

In a flash, Patrick snatched Amelia from Florence's arms like a falcon with its prey. Then he turned around and slapped the door behind them. They could still hear Florence's roar as they walked away from the door.

Being a jokester in the family, Florence could have even to borrow some sex toys to spice up Patrick and Amelia's first night. Unfortunately, Patrick never found his sister's playfulness amusing.

Since Patrick was being a jerk, Florence had no choice but to take it up a notch!

Like an evil genius, Florence pulled out a remote controller from her pocket and pushed some buttons at the crack of the door. Then, she walked away with a wicked laugh.

Seeing Florence with a smirk on her face, Nora got curious and asked, "Florence, what did you do this time?"

"Nothing!" Florence waved her hands frantically, and the remote in her hand gave her away.

Owen and Nora saw the remote, then looked at each other and both let out a chuckle. Florence had pulled this prank before when they first got married. No one would know how Patrick would treat Amelia, hopefully not too rough.

After shooing Florence away, Patrick turned around and leaned his body against Amelia on the sturdy door. He asked with an impish grin, "Can't wait to come to my room and relive that night?"

"Your room?" Amelia was baffled. "Do you mean that I have my own room in this house?"