Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 939

As soon as she stepped into the living room, Amelia was shocked by the scene in front of her.

Under the long sofa, there were more than a dozen bottles of red wine being smashed. The carpet under the sofa was soaked wet by the wine that flowed from the broken bottles.

Amelia stood there and blankly looked at the wine dripping all over the ground. There was a faint cold light reflected on the wine bottle under the lamplight.

What had happened at home? Was Owen's birthday party being hold at Land of Fragrance?

Or was it because Patrick had not drunk enough at Owen's birthday party that he continued drinking after he returned?

Several possibilities flashed through Amelia's mind. Thinking that it was her own house after all, she still mustered up her courage and walked step by step to the long sofa.

"Patrick... are you here?"

Amelia kept on calling Patrick's name, so that she would not be scared to death if he suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Suddenly, Amelia felt a little pain in her sole, and she realized that she seemed to have stepped on something.

She looked at her sole reflexively and found that it turned out to be a small piece of translucent glass that was inserted into the sole of her slipper.

Fortunately, it was not penetrated, or else her foot would have been in trouble.

After pulling out the glass shards from the sole of her slipper, Amelia took a look at it in her hand and found that it had been splashed out from the body of the wine bottle.

Holding her breath, Amelia looked around with concentration. She found that these tiny pieces were everywhere, so she started to walk more carefully.

She dodged left and right and came near to the long sofa. Amelia opened her eyes wide and quickly looked upon, only to find that no one was on the sofa!

Amelia looked away in disappointment. She thought that Patrick would be drunk lying on the sofa.

Amelia's clear gaze then fell on the wet carpet. She squatted down curiously and touched the carpet with her hand. From its humidity, spilled wine might be more in volume than wine consumed!

Looking at the vintage of wine which bottle was dropped nearby, Amelia was even more surprised. These were clearly the fine vintages that Patrick had treasured.

"Did this guy smash each bottle after drinking it? Is he crazy?" Amelia patted away the dirt on her hands and stood up while muttering to herself.

The living room was in a mess, which was inconsistent with Amelia's usual style. Besides, there were so many pieces of broken glass on the floor which could have hurt anyone.

With a depressed sigh, Amelia put her bag with the contract inside on the sofa for the time being. While avoiding broken glass on the floor, she walked towards the storage room.

In the storage room.

After successfully finding a broom, Amelia turned around and walked out.

Just as she was about to leave the storage room, she heard a drunken but fierce voice coming from the door, "Amelia!!!"

Oh my goodness!

It was Patrick!

Amelia was caught off guard, and the broom in her hand fell to the ground. The handle happened to hit her feet, and she gasped in pain.