Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 358

She made up her mind and told him how she had run into Tommy's scandal and how she had been threatened by Tommy. Facing Patrick's tense face, she asked sadly, "Do you believe what I said?"

Patrick turned off the sprinkler immediately and narrowed his eyes. He believed most of her words, but deep down, he still had doubts.

"Why didn't you tell me such a serious thing?"

Amelia closed her eyes to hide the dense grievance in them. "I went to the office this afternoon to look for you."

"When?" Patrick didn't believe it at all. He had been in the office the whole afternoon, so he would have known if Amelia had been there.

Amelia looked up at him, her eyes sparkling as if something was going to run down. "When I got off work. After answering Tommy's phone call, I immediately went upstairs to get you. But I heard that you were calling Cynthia..."

"Did you run away just because I was on the phone with Cynthia? Amelia, you..."

Patrick stopped his reprimand and seemed to think of something. His handsome face changed.

A few seconds later, he asked, "Did you hear everything?"

Amelia nodded.

Patrick said guiltily, "I'm sorry. I was..."

Amelia covered her mouth with the back of her hand and forced the tears back before saying, "You don't have to apologize. It was me who got so full of myself."

They said that no expectation, no disappointment. She expected to hold a certain place in his heart but she was eventually taught a lesson by reality.

Patrick looked at her with regret. With his strong arms, he scooped her up from the bathtub and brought her to his arms. He placed his warm, large palm on the back of her head that was wet with water and sighed, "I was giving Cynthia the runaround. You're never been a nobody to me. You're my woman, my wife."

Amelia was unable to hold back her emotions and burst into tears at his words.

She had been waiting for so long before getting his acknowledgment...

The more she cried, the sadder she became. Amelia mumbled, "You are lying to me again... aren't you?"

After pulling out a towel from the washstand, he wiped her body and said in a low voice, "No, I'm not lying to you."

She raised her tear- stained face and complained, "But weren't you just trying to strangle me?"

Patrick put on a gloomy face and said the same words as Florence had done, "I lost my mind. I thought you were cheating on me with another man. You do have a knack for pissing me off."

Amelia blurted out, "You know it's impossible. I haven't been with any other man except you!"

After listening to her acknowledgment, Patrick subconsciously curled up his lips out of happiness and complacency.

Amelia realized that he was smiling, so she glared at him. "It's all your fault. If you hadn't called me while I was in the bathroom, nothing would have happened!"

Calculations and coldness flashed through Patrick's eyes. How dare Tommy lay fingers on his woman? That being the case, Patrick was going to get back at Tommy!

"I know how to deal with him."

The next night, at the Sheraton Hotel.

Humming a song, Tommy stood outside a room with the room card. After confirming the number of the room, he hurriedly inserted the card into the slot. Then with a click, he turned the door handle, pushed the door, and went in.

Seeing that the room was quiet, Tommy cursed in a low voice, "D*mn, how dare that b*tch fools me!"

The next second, a faint gasp sounded from the middle of the room. Tommy's face turned cold as he questioned warily, "Who is it!"

After a soft yawn, a pleasing female voice went into Tommy's ears. "Tommy, why are you so late? I've been waiting for you for so long that I fell asleep."

Realizing that it was Amelia's voice, Tommy relaxed. He groped forward and said disgustingly, "Baby, why didn't you turn on the light after you were here? It's dark. Where are you?"

"I'm on the bed. Just follow the direction of my voice. I never like to turn on the light when we do it. It spoils the atmosphere."

Listening to the woman's gentle and tempting whispers, Tommy's legs went strengthless. When touching the edge of the bed, he threw himself and happened to catch a soft body.

"Baby, you smell so good." Tommy ran his hands and mouth all over the body as if he had never seen a woman in his entire life.

"Hey, be gentler. My skin can't stand your rough caress," The woman scolded him bonelessly.

"Well, I'll be gentle." That being said, Tommy was not gentler at all. He was amazed by her body. It would be a waste to be a little rougher, and a pity to be softer. With just the right power, he would be glad to die on her.

After the sex, Tommy collapsed on the woman, panting as he asked the question that all men in the world cared about, "Am I good?"