Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 866

Patrick raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly, "Am I not allowed to admire myself? For a handsome man like me, is there any problem with me falling in love with myself? How about you? It seems like you enjoy touching me."

Amelia was choked by his words. She began to convinced that he was capable of driving her mad.

Despite her anger, Amelia was forced to flatter him, "Fine, there's enough joke for today. I admit that you're extraordinarily handsome. That makes sense too if you say that you would fall for yourself. Now, come on, where's my phone?"

Before her voice fainted, Patrick had already turned around. Amelia exclaimed, "Eh! Don't go yet!"

However, the truth was Patrick was not planning to leave. Instead, he bent over a little as if he was showing his butt to her.

Amelia had to admit that his butt was perky and...

Hold on! It was not his ass, it was... Only then did Amelia finally realize that Patrick had been keeping her phone in the back pocket of his pants. It was why she had not found it all this while.

Amelia was deliberating as to whether she should take the chance to revenge on him by kicking his ass. In the meantime, Patrick asked, "Are you done?"

"I'm done!" Amelia hurriedly took out the phone. Aiming at his ass, she raised her leg in an attempt to give him a forceful kick!

She thought that it would be a perfect plan to execute. However, she had not expected that Patrick would shift in direction at the key time. Unprepared for the sudden change, Amelia had herself kicked on the wall behind him. The surge of pain had driven her to immediately squat down on the floor and hold her toes.

"Shh..."

Hearing the noise from the back, Patrick immediately turned to his back just to find out that Amelia was not standing at his back.

He lowered his gaze and found Amelia squatting next to his feet.

"What's wrong?" He asked with his expression concerned.

Amelia could not help rubbing her feet as if this was going to ease her pain. The pain was so overwhelming that she had to throw her phone aside.

Patrick rolled his pants up a little before he squatted down in front of her. He sized her up and asked

again, "What happened to you?"

Amelia was already at the verge of crying yet she could not bring herself to say anything.

She could not possibly tell him the truth that her attack on him failed and that she had injured herself instead.

Holding back her tears, Amelia struggled to find her voice, "I guess I had a cramp on my foot."

Patrick frowned as he threw the question at her, "If you're have a muscle cramp, why would you hold your toes?"

"Can't it be so painful that I had mistakenly cover the wrong spot?" Amelia shifted her hand upwards so that she could hold her calf.

It was so obvious that she was attempting to cover up for something. Patrick could not help thinking of one possibility that could justify all this, "You tried to attack me when I was not aware but ended up getting yourself injured, am I..."

"Of course not!" Amelia denied before he could barely finish his sentence.

Seeing that she was so panicked that she could hardly grasp her breath, Patrick abruptly reached out and pressed on her foot. Such an unexpected move immediately caused her to moan in pain.

"It seems like you're not having a cramp on your

foot." He commented as a matter of fact.

"Hand...your hand!" Amelia could barely find her voice with her teeth gritting in pain.

Meanwhile when Patrick withdrew his hand, along with that he helped Amelia up from the floor. This time Amelia was smart enough to not forget her phone as she stood up.

She stretched her numbed foot a little before she glanced at Patrick pitifully and said, "It would be so kind of you if you can help me to the bedroom."

Sharing the same thought, Patrick agreed, "Sure."

As soon as they entered the bedroom, Amelia was shoved onto the bed. Patrick, on the other hand, knelt down with one knee and forcefully grabbed her injured left foot which had just failed to commit a criminal attempt.

"What are you doing?" Amelia kicked her feet in horror. Consequently, her slippers were being kicked off and that it was even easier for Patrick to take control of her.

"Don't move if you don't want to be pinched!" Patrick warned her sternly.