Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 802

In the end, Amelia really could not hold on any longer and fell asleep in Patrick's arms.

To be honest, she enjoyed the feeling of staying in his arms deep down. It was both comfortable and warm, making her reluctant to part with...

After waking up, Amelia heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. Without a doubt, she knew that Patrick was taking a shower in the bathroom.

Just then, the shower stopped and the bathroom door opened. Patrick walked out with bare feet and wet black hair.

Amelia first saw his pair of eyes under the wet bangs. Whenever he was awake, his eyes would become unfathomable, but at the same time, they looked sharp as a knife.

"You've woken up?" Patrick asked, pulling the white towel away from his neck when he saw Amelia's gaze on him.

Amelia grunted in a low voice and thought of something. She then said, "Well, it's strange. I seemed to hear you enter the bathroom once when it was dawn. Why do I see you come out of the bathroom now? You won't be staying in it all the time, will you?"

Lowering his head slightly, Patrick let the fringes fall down to block the faint light in his eyes. "You misheard me. I only walked into the bathroom half an hour ago."

"Is that so?" Amelia muttered, wondering if she was mistaken.

The feeling of holding her in his arms again after letting her out of his warm embrace was so real that she was bewildered.

In a place where Amelia could not notice, the undercurrents beneath his eyes softened.

He would not tell her that she had turned him on last night and because of the promise he made earlier, he got up to take a cold shower at dawn.

Holding the soft and warm body in his arms, he could finally hold on until dawn. The early morning light enabled him to see the innocent face of Amelia up close. For some reason, there was a desire growing inside him.

In order to prevent an unwanted action, he went all out to push her away, walked into the bathroom again and suppressed his desire with cold water.

Patrick's gaze unconsciously fell on Amelia's breasts, along with his longing that had not completely faded away. He did not know if it was his illusion, but he always felt they were full and round...

Noticing that his eyes were getting more and more unscrupulous, Amelia suddenly got up and avoided his eyes in a panic. "Go downstairs and see if Scarlett and Huxton have come back. If not, well have to cook again this morning."

Patrick raised his eyebrows, and his attention was more or less shifted by her topic. He said, "We made a promise last night. If you couldn't finish the dishes

I cooked, I won't step into the kitchen again in the future."

"So what?" This man was truly thick-skinned. She was in fact the one who cooked!

"So, it's not 'we', it's 'me', because I was the one who swept away the dishes for you yesterday."

Amelia gave him a look of disgust. Sure enough, she underestimated his shamelessness. "Alright, I know that I can't count on you."

Patrick's eyes darkened and thought. "What do you mean 'I can't count on you'? This woman just needs to be taught a lesson!"

Just as he opened his mouth and was about to say something, he suddenly heard a series of rhythmic knockings at the door.

Amelia responded quickly and said, "It must be

Huxton!"

As soon as her voice fell, she walked past Patrick and opened the door happily.