Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 839

Bearing this thought in mind, Amelia wanted to push Patrick away but was reluctant to do so all of a sudden.

She added out of the blue, "Go to sleep. I'll accompany you here."

Patrick was surprised for a brief moment but soon came to his senses about what was going on. "You're staying here tonight?"

"No." Amelia scratched her cheek and answered bluntly, "I'm leaving after you fall asleep."

The smile on Patrick's lips froze, but when he remembered her head-strong, unfaltering insistence after she made up her mind, all he could do was swallow the threat at the tip of his tongue and said, "Alright. Remember what you just said."

After that, Amelia did not need to mention anything else for Patrick to change their position into lying down on their sides, facing each other. One of his arms was still around her waist, but at least the intention to punish her ceased.

Patrick realized that he had been doting on her more and more this recently.

If it was in the past and he had the urge, he would not care whether or not she would get sick because of him and would relieve himself before anything else.

Being held in Patrick's arms, Amelia did not dare to move. After saying, "Let's sleep," she did not say anything more.

Five minutes later, she noticed the breath blowing on her forehead gradually slowed down into a peaceful rhythm. A sense of relief then emerged on her face.

Did he fall asleep?

She raised her line of sight slightly but was not met with an asleep Patrick.

He was looking at her, their eyes locked with each other as if he was watching over her instead of the other way round.

His handsome face was so close to her, staring at her so intensely. Amelia felt her cheeks as they burned and asked confusedly, "Why... Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I'm not sleepy yet," he replied.

"Liar!" Exhaustion was evidently overflowing from Patrick's voice.

"I'm really not sleepy at all." To sound more persuasive, Patrick put his other hand behind his back and pinched his own back, feeling refreshed and alert from the pain.

However, Amelia only noticed the way his eyes quickly turned red. She frowned and touched the corners of his eyes, saying, "Don't lie. Your eyes are red."

What an idiot! It was because of the pain!

Patrick gritted his teeth, regretting his decision to pinch himself a moment ago.

Amelia then brushed her palm over to shut his eyelids while clumsily coaxing him, "Be good and close your eyes. Don't worry. I'll be watching over you..."

When she covered his eyes with her hand, there was a gap between her fingers, from which Patrick saw Amelia's face through the glimmer of light. She was cooing him as if she was talking to a child and looked unusually serious while she did so. Well, she was really treating him like he as a child.

Just as he was going to lower her hand from how ridiculous she was being, she whispered to him, "Why don't I hold you? You don't have to be scared about not falling asleep then."

Patrick was confounded and thought there must be a hole in her brain. How could he possibly be scared of that?

Then, the corners of his mouth curled upward into a self-deprecating smile. Actually, he was, in fact, afraid that once he closed his eyes, Amelia would slip away from him...