Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 865

Amelia could tell that the man next to her was irritated. She hurriedly disguised her smile and explained, "Um... I heard that there's this new movie that Shawn cast. So, I guess he needed occasions like this to promote his new movie. He usually keeps his profile low when there's no movie on show. He rarely shows his face on the TV screen."

"Therefore, my excitement is wholly justified. I'm innocent." Amelia added secretly in her heart.

Patrick said insidiously, "Eh? It seems like you know him well."

Amelia cleared her throat and said, "Somehow we had collaborated before."

Patrick did not let go of the chance to mock her, "And had rumors of being in a relationship with him."

Amelia replied sheepishly, "After all, it was just rumors. All rumors are fabricated."

Patrick said distantly, "Let me guess, you guys almost ended up being in a serious relationship, right?"

Amelia felt her head spinning. She reached out to the remote controller in between them and switched to the sports channel.

It was time when football teams were competing for Euro Cup. The sports channel was on live broadcasting a football match. Amelia was aware that one of the competing team was Patrick's favorite.

Seeing this, she shook Patrick's arms and said flatteringly, "Why not I accompany you to watch this game?"

"Okay." Patrick regretted as soon as he agreed to her proposal. These days he compromised a lot to the extent that he felt as if she was no longer afraid of him. At the thought of this, Patrick sighed.

Half an hour later...

Followed by a goal scored by his favorite team, Patrick cheered, "Goal!"

He could not tell exactly when was the time that the glass of milk in his hand had been replaced with a can of beer.

Supposedly, a grown-up man should have beer instead of milk when watching an exciting game.

Meanwhile during his excitement, all in a sudden he could feel some weight sinking on his shoulder.

He threw a side glance just to find out that Amelia dozed off and her head sank on his shoulder.

Ignoring her messy hair, it was irresistibly beautiful to watch her sleeping.

By the way, he had not forgotten that she was the one who proposed to watch the football match with him.

"Mrs. Hopper?" He called.

Amelia unconsciously snugged her face in his shoulder but frowned as soon as the sturdily hard shoulder blade made her feeling uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Patrick chuckled amusingly. His hand came to her back and gently he brought her head to his sturdy chest.

As soon as he lowered his gaze, he could see Amelia's facial features relaxed as she slept even more soundly. Out of nowhere, Patrick managed to find peace within his heart despite the football match fever awhile ago.

"Mm." Patrick was about to switch off the TV when Amelia woke up grumpily.

Her head was still resting on his chest while her right hand gripped his collar. She murmured, "Why did you stop watching?"

Patrick could tell that she was slavering from the stain at the corner of her mouth. He raised his eyebrows as he replied, "The game was over."

"What's over now?" She continued to ask.

"The football match." Patrick answered.

"What football match?" Amelia seemed puzzled.

Patrick was rendered speechless by her confusing questions.

In the end, he could not resist the impulse of wiping the corner of her lips with his thumb.

Soon, his thumb was covered with milk stain.

Amelia seemed to come back to her senses after some time before she sneaked a peek at his thumb. As soon as she saw the milky stain on it, she could not help screaming, "Eww! You're so disgusting!"

Such a statement did not make her less suspicious of her crime.