Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 957

Amelia nodded aggressively, "That would be the best if it's possible."

Without hesitation, Patrick agreed, "Sure. Since you desperately need a proof of my words, I will write you one once I'm home.

Feeling relieved, Amelia nodded. However, in the next second, she thought of something, and immediately she glanced at him and caught him empty-handed. She could not help asking, "h Where's your meat?"

Upon being reminded by her, Patrick came to realize that he had left the meat that he had asked to waitress to pack for him in the restaurant. He replied in frustration, "I've left it at the restaurant."

Amelia hurriedly said, "Faster get going and ask for the meat back! Don't you know that there's quite a lot of it? The meat can make good portion for both of us for the next two coming meals!"

"For both of us?" Finding these words engrossing, Patrick glanced at Amelia as he teased, "Aren't you the one who said that you want to go Dutch with me over everything? Why had it become an 'us' again now?"

Amelia's mind went blank for a short while before she hurriedly explained, "I was using a wrong expression, OK? I need to get going now. It's entirely up to you to take it or leave it. After all, the meat belongs to you!"

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Patrick held her hand in time and pulled her nearer. He ordered, "You come with me."

Baffling, she turned to look at him and asked, "What for? Are you a kid who needs supervision wherever you go?"

"No, it's just that I'll be worried if you go anywhere further." Patrick pretended to be serious as he said.

Amelia contained herself from making any sarcastic comment. She said calmly, "You're thinking too much. My cake is still with David. Where else do you think I can go?"

"It's hard to tell." Looking perplexed which was unusual for him, he lifted her hand which he was holding and planted a soft kiss on the back of it. He said, "I feel better only when I hold your hand like this."

Feeling a rush of blood in her head, Amelia felt a bit dizzy.

She wondered when on earth could she be immune to the side of him who was soft and delicate?

Meanwhile, Patrick had dragged her into the barbeque restaurant again at ease when Amelia was lost in her thought.

In Camry Cake.

When Patrick and Amelia showed themselves at the door of the classroom, David was already falling asleep on the countertop.

Amelia exchanged look with Patrick before she grumbled, "It's all your fault!"

"Yeah, you're always right. I'm the one to be blamed." Patrick said grinningly.

He was the one who insisted on walking on their way back from lunch. He even prohibited Amelia from hailing a taxi.

Fortunately, the distance was not beyond acceptable. Otherwise, she would have bought a knife and chop off his hand which was all this while holding hers.

As for Patrick, he was silently praying that it would take forever for them to reach the shop. It was only then he could be with Amelia for as long as he wanted.

Collecting himself from his thought, Patrick squeezed her hand a little.

As a result of holding hand for a significant amount of time, both of their hands began sweating.

Frowning, Amelia glanced up to him and said, "I need to wash my hand."

Her implied message for him was to ask him to let go of her hand.

However, Patrick clearly had misinterpreted her meaning. He asked, "You're despised by my sweat, aren't you?"

"What does he mean? No one in their right mind would ever find sweat appealing!

Besides, this is not what I meant!" Amelia exclaimed secretly.

"No, you had misunderstood my words. I'm just worry that I'll leave any trace of sweat during the cake decoration later."

Feeling satisfied with her explanation, Patrick said, "Alright then. My hand is wet too."

Even idiot could tell his implied meaning.