Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 838

Amelia locked eyes with Patrick when she said, "If you keep being like this, I'm leaving at this instance."

Patrick secretly examined the current situation they were trapped in. He had pinned Amelia under his arms and legs. How would she even get up?

Though he wanted to devour Amelia right then and there, the more sensible part of his brain was repeatedly persuading him to calm down. Once he laid a finger on her, Amelia would never step into his territory ever again.

Therefore, with a fierce facade, Patrick pretended righteously and said to Amelia, "I won't touch you, and you won't run away."

The corners of Amelia's lips twitched. Were they going to maintain this risky, fragile, accident-prone posture for the entire night?

"No! I... I'm going back soon."

"If you insist, I'll do it to you right now. Then I'll let you go afterwards."

Amelia gasped in silence. Did Paisley not tell her that he was severely ill?

What a liar!

From the moment she entered the house till this very moment, other than Patrick's appearance being a little wan, he was full of vim and vigor everywhere else. He was nowhere near as sick as what Paisley had described to her on the phone!

"What do you think? I'm not forcing you, so feel free to tell me your decision."

While Amelia was upset, Patrick leaned closer and touched his forehead with hers. Hethen hovered his lips and warm breath right above her, attempting to disrupt her sense of reasoning with his charm.

Amelia was maddened by his seemingly virtuous but rogue question. She asked, "Are you letting Huxton back?"

Hearing her, Patrick's eyes glazed over, "I don't like hearing you talking about an irrelevant man's name when you're lying down under me."

Amelia was stubborn. "Then you can let me go."

A layer of frost shadowed Patrick's handsome face, and for a moment, he wanted so badly to tear her apart. "Do you need Huxton so bad? Don't forget! He's just a butler!"

Amelia rebutted, "And it's precisely because he's the butler that he's important!"

The harmonious atmosphere from the start spiralled into a state of tension because of the recent conflict between the two.

Amelia's face flushed crimson from anger, her two rows of pearly white teeth slightly peeking through her parted red lips. Patrick had no idea where to look. Regardless, she was adorable to him, no matter it was her blushing cheeks or neat teeth!

Amelia was still furious. She seethed, "Do you know how at ease it was for me to stay at home when Huxton was the butler? Because he was here, and Dr. Jagger was also here, we were both protected and fed. Now, look at what's happening in this house. Without them, the kitchen is lonely and cold! To be honest, I'm spoiled that way. I'm already used to life with the housekeeping and cooking taken care of for me. It'll be hell if I have to go cook again!"

Amelia strung up some lies in her truth. She had heightened Huxton and Dr. Jagger's importance in the house and even said that she was so lazy recently that she could not live without them. She did all of this hoping Patrick would change his mind and be merciful.

To which Patrick replied, "About the butler, I've given it some thoughts..."

Amelia's eyes lit up, holding her breath and listening attentively.

"I can hire a new one for you. How many do you need? What country do you prefer them to come

from? Do you have any special requirements for their appearances? Oh, by the way, it's better to hire a woman instead. They're more thoughtful and attentive," Patrick admitted, expressing a hint of selfishness in his last sentence.

Amelia was stunned by the series of questions directed at her. It sounded like he was considerate, but he was actually beating around the bush with her.