Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 84

It turned out that Amelia wasn't going to see Milton.

Patrick's eyes became warmer and said, "She's sleeping. Just wait."

His voice sounded harsh, so Jessica Albert had to say "okay".

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When Amelia woke up, it was already noon. She almost rolled out of the bed and thought it was really not the right time to sleep.

Patrick pushed the door open and came in. He saw Amelia tying the bra with her back facing him. The more anxious she was, the more she couldn't tie it. She even tied the two buttons in the wrong way.

Seeing this, Patrick couldn't stop laughing and walked to her and said, "Let me help you."

After a brief pause, Amelia immediately sped up and shouted with slight anger, "Get out!"

Patrick Hopper took advantage of the beautiful view on her chest from a high position. His voice was slightly hoarse, "Aren't you in a hurry to see your friend?"

As he said this, he pushed away the stubborn hand of Amelia and patted her chest, saying, "Done."

"Tut, tut. You're quite skilful at it." Amelia said, and thought he must have learned it with countless women he used to sleep with.

Patrick asked her and teased, "Jealous?"

Amelia shrugged and said, "No, no."

With a bit of stomachache remained, Patrick's stomach twitchedy.

"Mr. Hopper, I wanna change. Can you get out of the room please?"

Although they had seen each other's overall, Amelia doubted whether she could go out today when being watched by him.

Patrick turned around and walked to the cabinet, slowly taking out a set of suit, which was almost covering his ankles and said, "You can't go out unless you put this on."

Looking at the suit, which was black from top to bottom, Amelia felt uneasy.

"It's summer please! I'd be suffocated in this!" Amelia refuted.

"Then what do you want?" Patrick asked.

"A dress." Amelia insisted.

Patrick said, "Okay, let's go out together."

Amelia felt unhappy and said, "Mr. Hopper, your desire to control me is too strong for me to bear!"

"But you always make me worried!" Patrick's sparkling eyes were meaningful. He gently stroked her clavicle with his fingertips and raised the ring up, saying "I bought this sapphire from Italy and you won't know its price. What if you lose it again when you go out with your friend? I have to take care of it myself."

Amelia was speechless as she thought what Patrick cared was the wedding ring hanging on her chest, not her at all.

Since the ring was so expensive, Amelia would rather hand it over to Patrick, so she said, "Let me give it back to you, okay?"