Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 828

Seeing that Sissi had temporarily stopped what she was doing and the worry in her eyes beginning to subside, Patrick looked at her and repeated, "Sissi! Control yourself!"

At this moment, the elevator reached the 13th floor, and Patrick continued to swipe the card, and twist the knob...

After pushing the door open and seeing that the interior of the room was not plastered in flowery patterns nor embellished with heart-shaped decorations, only then did Patrick's face began to turn better.

After staying at the door for a moment to confirm that there was no strange smell, Patrick then felt relieved and walked in with Sissi in his arms.

With some difficulty, Patrick then pried Sissi off of him, who had firmly latched onto him. Patrick pushed her onto the large bed, then gasped for breath by the window.

It was not because he was experiencing a reaction to Sissi but because after soaking in cold water and facing the night breeze, his fever, which was

beginning to recover, was rising again!

"Patrick..." Even in the most ordinary bed, Sissi was still able to portray the sultriest of her charms.

Leaning on the windowsill, Patrick took in her entrancing state and turned around to push open the window without thinking. The gusts of wind coming in could help Sissi sober up.

Then, Patrick cast a glance at Sissi, puzzled. They had already left the couple room for quite a long time, was the effect of the medication not fading yet?

To prevent Sissi from getting out of bed and doing what she desired to him, Patrick had no choice but to take two towels from the bathroom, and under her eager gaze, cruelly tied her hands to the head of the bed.

Sissi refused to give up and tugged her hands a couple of times, grunting a few times in the process. As for Patrick, he went to sit still by the window and guarded against her.

Slowly, Sissi stopped squirming around and turned her head. It looked like she had fallen asleep.

Patrick assumed she was tired out from the struggling. However, he did not know that it was because Sissi felt too embarrassed and shameful about herself. So, she pretended to be asleep to escape the brutal reality.

From the moment Patrick carried her into the room, Sissi had already sobered up. She wanted to try to fight for more, but Patrick did not give her any more chance...

With that thought in mind, Sissi started to sob soundly. However, she was afraid that Patrick would discover she was pretending to be asleep. So, all she could do was bite the pillow to muffle her cries and let her tears wet the pillow sheet.

20 minutes later...

Patrick called out to her tentatively, "Sissi." Seeing that there was no response, he thought that she was most likely asleep.

Relaxing the crease between his brows, Patrick straightened up from the sofa and made his way to the bathroom.

And when he emerged, there was a clean bathrobe in his hand.

Looking down, he swept his gaze across Sissi's beautiful side profile. After making sure that she was actually asleep, Patrick untied the towel on her wrists.

Noticing that the towels had made red marks on her skin, he could not resist but massaged them with his thumb.

Then, he lifted Sissi's with one hand on her back and quickly took off the wet towel on her with the other hand. Immediately after that, he put on the clean bathrobe for her.

His actions were rapid, and he did not let his gaze stray in the process. After all, as he had said before, he could not fully get rid himself of distracting thoughts whenever Sissi was before him.

After making a simple, rough knot on Sissi's bathrobe, Patrick assisted her soft body to lie back down again and then covered her with the quilt.

While getting up from the bedside, Patrick raised his hand and looked at his watch to find that it was already half-past two in the morning. He wanted to go back to Land of Fragrance, but his head was heavy, and his body was feeling weak.

In the end, he decided to stay the night in the next room to Sissi's. The two fell asleep one after the other, soundly and peacefully.

The next day.