Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 993

While Patrick had his lustful gaze on Amelia, Amelia calmly walked down the stairs and went to the kitchen.

"Let me help you." Patrick trailed behind her while looking eager to give it a try in the kitchen.

He felt that he had endless energy in his body. So if he did not do something, he would feel restless!

It would be much more uncomfortable when he was beside Amelia. All he could do was watch her as she did her things and yet he could not do anything.

This happened because Patrick's desire was not fulfilled by Amelia.

Amelia had just taken the apron off the hook of the wall. When she heard that Patrick was going to help, she immediately turned around and tiptoe to put the apron on him. "Turn around." She then said.

Patrick obeyed and turned.

Amelia skillfully pulled up the strings hanging on the sides and wrapped them around Patrick's waist. She then tied them into a beautiful bow knot and said, "Okay, turn around."

The moment that Patrick turned around, he lowered his head and kissed Amelia on the cheek.

Amelia's back stiffened and she immediately pushed him away. Her eyes were filled with depression and confusion.

Patrick curled his lips and said insincerely, "I'm sorry. I couldn't hold myself back."

Amelia's expression darkens and she said gloomily, "If you keep acting like this, I'll have to ask you to go out!"

Patrick comforted her, "Fine, fine, fine. Don't be mad. Please continue on, what should I do next?"

He was enjoying all the time he could spend with her.

Even though there were times when they would argue over some trivial matters, but it felt incredible and indescribable. He really liked that ineffable feeling.

Amelia then ordered, "Go to the refrigerator and see what leftovers do we have. Take them over."

Patrick nodded and left the kitchen.

Amelia took the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief. Her cheeks were hot on where Patrick kissed her.

She turned around to calm herself down. Soon, she heard Patrick shouting beside the fridge, "Mrs. Hopper, have you ever thought about what we should do if the fridge is broken?"

"What?" Amelia turned around in surprise and saw Patrick pointing at the refrigerator door.

After Amelia went forward to check, she found that the refrigerator was not working at all.

After taking her hands out of the refrigerator, Amelia said, "How about this, you don't need to be involved in cooking. Call someone to repair the refrigerator."

Hearing this, Patrick frowned and said, "The refrigerator isn't working anymore. Are you sure that the ingredients are still edible?"

"Why can't it be eaten?" Amelia glared at Patrick and said, "The refrigerator was still working this morning. It had only been 10 hours from them. How bad could the ingredients be?"

Patrick reminded, "Well, aren't you having a digestion issue..."

Amelia raised her chin and asked, "So are you caring for my digestion or are you just trying to deal with dinner outside so that you can escape house chores?"

Patrick's eyes narrowed. He said angrily, "My kind reminder had become an excuse for you to suspect me that I wanted to escape doing chores?"

Amelia felt she was lost of words.

Patrick silently turned around and took out a cigarette box from his pocket.

Just as he was about to light his cigarette, a small hand stopped him.

Patrick caught up with her in two or three steps and grabbed the bags on Amelia's left hand.

Amelia was shocked. She tilted his head and found that Patrick was robbing the ingredients from her.

Well, to be exact, he was not robbing. He was showing his gentlemanly demeanor.

However, with the cigarette in his mouth and his narrowed eyes. He portrayed a feeling that he was a bandit here to rob others.

In a flash, most of the things in her hands were gone and she felt relieved. She turned and said to Patrick, "Thank you."

Patrick did not feel happy at all. He felt even more suffocated inside.

Among all his relatives, Amelia was the one who treated him with the most courtesy.

"Thank you." "I'm sorry," can't Amelia just be more like Florence and treated this as something that he should do?

The two of them went into the kitchen one after the other. Amelia looked at Patrick's apron and the cigarette between his lips. She then asked, "Do you want me to take it off for you so that you can go and smoke outside?"

Hearing this, Patrick immediately raised his hand to take the cigarette away, with a flick, he threw it into the basin behind Amelia.

A sizzling sound was heard and the cigarette was put out by the water.

Through his actions, he was telling her that he wanted to stay here.

Amelia understood what he meant. He could not help but smile and said with gratification, "Let's get started. Can you give me a hand?"

Looking at her in a contemplative manner, Patrick let out a "humph!".