Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 820

In fact, there was more than one time. When Amelia was kidnapped, Patrick found her in time through clues. When she was drugged, he rushed to protect her in time...

At the thought of this, Amelia's heart felt as if it had been pricked by needles. It was heartbreaking.

Once, Patrick was her protector until Sissi appeared and completely broke her intoxicated dream.

With her eyes closed, Amelia forced herself not to recall those sweet memories. "Paisley, none of us was injured, but Patrick has a fever. I'd like to ask you to come over and have a look."

Paisley promised to come over as soon as possible and asked Amelia to make a simple cold compress for Patrick.

Amelia responded, "Okay."

When Patrick heard the light 'okay', he then relieved the tension from his face.

But at the end of the day, Amelia turned hostile right after the call. "I have already called a doctor for you. You can wait for her here. I will go upstairs to pack my luggage first. If there's anything...you can ask the men in black to do it for you."

Patrick was stunned for a second. Then he turned back and growled, "Amelia, don't tell me that you want to leave me alone?!"

His voice was even hoarse due to excessive excitement and illness.

Amelia looked at him, feeling a little uncomfortable. He was ill, and she was obviously anxious.

However, she had nothing much to say to him after the dismissal of Huxton, let alone serving him.

The softness in her eyes was slowly replaced by coldness. She said to Patrick, "The deal between you and me has been reached. I will leave as soon as I pack up. I'm not abandoning you. I'm just fulfilling your request."

Hearing her saying so calmly, Patrick was unable to control his anger and raised his hand to sweep away all the things on the table. "Take your things and get lost!"

Listening to the cracking sound mixed with the angry roar, Amelia slightly lowered her eyelids. After a moment, she lifted up her stiff steps and walked towards the stairs on the second floor.

With a loud bang, Patrick kicked the tea table over uncontrollably. Amelia was stiffened. It was easy to imagine how angry he was at this time.

The sound inside the room made the men in black who were standing outside tremble with fear.

They were all hesitating whether they should rush in. However, if they were to see something they should not have by accident, their master would definitely gouge their eyeballs out.

In the end, they kept telling themselves that Amelia, who was a weak woman, could not do anything to Patrick, and they continued to be a fly on the wall.

At the second bedroom.

Amelia packed her luggage nimbly. She felt that she would give in if she stayed here for one more second.

She did not even have time to fold her clothes neatly and simply stuffed them into her little suitcase.

Later, She found the bank book that she had never touched before and the inheritance contract that Howard gave her thanked to her memory. She then threw them in her suitcase.

After that, she straightened up, pulled up the pole, and went downstairs with her luggage.

She wanted to say goodbye to Patrick before leaving, but she choked up when she saw him lying on the sofa.

She quickly let go of the suitcase and walked in his direction.

Lowering her head, she looked at his furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes. Amelia's heart sank instantly.

"Patrick..." She reached out her hand and gently nudged his shoulder, but he subconsciously pushed her away and turned to face the sofa.

Amelia could not tell whether Patrick was awake or unwell due to the fever. She clutched her hand and finally reached out to his forehead and pressed on it carefully.