Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 992

And after seeing the content of the text, Patrick finally understood why Amelia was in such a hurry to avoid him after they came back.

It turned out that she was not hiding from him but she was running away from the embarrassment that would be happening.

Patrick felt embarrassed at the same time. The intention to kill was growing inside him!

He immediately dialed Florence's number, and the call was soon connected.

Florence's pleasant greeting came from the opposite side. "Patrick, are you here to share your reading experience with me?

So how was it? Isn't it nice? Don't you think their art is so exotic and creative? Did it provide you with some insights?"

Patrick was almost choked as Florence was bombarding him with words, "Florence Hopper!" Patrick shouted.

"Yes, I'm here!" Florence answered at once.

"You know, sooner or later, you would push me into my own grave."

As he said this, Patrick's expression looked as if he was about to burst into flames.

However, Florence was on the phone so she could not see Patrick's expression.

She even rubbed some salt on his wound, "Hey, how can I push you into your grave. If I really wanted to frame you, all I need is to ask Amelia to ignore you.

I can guarantee that as long as Amelia is ignoring you, being alive would be worse than being dead for you!"

Patrick was so angry that he ran out of words.

On the other side of the phone, Florence continued to ask excitedly, "Patrick, since we parted at Owen's house, I've given you so many ideas. Have you reconciled with Amelia yet?"

Patrick subconsciously looked at Amelia's room on the second floor and said grumpily, "We've already made up, but now... I don't know!"

"How can you not know?"

"I don't know. I just don't know!"

Florence then criticized, "You two live together every day. You're too slow if you didn't know whether Amelia has made up with you or not!"

Patrick remained silent. If it were not for this text message, things would have been resolved for them, but all that was left between them was

awkwardness at this moment.

Patrick raised his hand to rub his temples and decided to explain it to Amelia as soon as possible. He immediately ended the conversation with Florence, "I'll stop talking to you. I still have something to do here."

"Oh, then I won't bother you anymore. By the way, Patrick, I have a lot of novels with me. If you want, I can recommend them to you." Florence said generously.

Patrick could not bear it any longer. "Florence, I don't need your help anymore! Save your novels and read them yourself! Also! From this moment on, never tell the name of the novel in your text or when you call me. Do you hear me?"

Florence then said grievously, "At first, you were the one who asked me how to ingratiate yourself with women. Now you are blaming me for meddling in your business. I am kind enough to provide you with help and you turn me down. Dang it, you really deserve to spend the rest of your life alone."

Patrick's tone became unfriendly. "What did you say?"

Florence hurriedly said, "Well, didn't you said you have something else to do? Well, that's all for now. Bye."

After the call, Patrick adjusted his expression and walked towards the second floor.

Moments later...

He stood at the door of the bedroom, he raised his hand and knocked on the door while saying, "Amelia, open the door. I have something to tell you."

After a while, the door was slowly opened. Amelia's delicate and pretty face was shown and her voice was cautious as she asked, "What's wrong?"