One second, two seconds, three seconds...
The pain did not come. Instead, Amelia was caught from the back!
After catching the woman in his arms, the man took a couple of steps back to dispel the crushing impact from the fall. After that, his breathing became slightly disordered as he asked, "Not opening your eyes still? Coward..."
Hearing the voice behind her, Amelia's whole body trembled. She would remember that guttural, seductive voice for a lifetime!
She opened her eyes obediently, and the first thing she saw was the two hands wrapping around her chest and waist.
Amelia's eyes welled up with tears in an instant. She recognized who the hands belonged to.
"Patrick..." As soon as she spoke, her voice vibrated uncontrollably, the remnant of lingering fear.
"Its me."
If he had not happened to pass by here, Amelia's head would have been split open.
He glanced up the stairs but saw no one up there.
Patrick's deep gaze then fell on the top of Amelia's head. "What happened?"
Amelia calmed down and said, her voice faintly shaking, "Nothing..."
"You'd better tell me the truth." He whipped her face toward him in impatience. Noticing her pale-stricken face, Patrick controlled his irascibility a little. "Don't tell me that you were so dumb to trip and fall on your own?"
Amelia hesitated for a while and said, "Yes, I fell because I was dumb."
"Is that so? " But he seemed to have heard Maryanne's voice just now.
Amelia looked away and said apprehensively, "Yes..."
Why couldn't she say Maryanne's name?
That was because Patrick's methods of revenge were too bloody and cruel. She could not accept it.
Hearing her, Patrick felt that something was wrong. Milton and Sierra had no motives to hurt her at all. Unless it was Maryanne...
But if it was really Maryanne who pushed her down, then there was no need for Amelia to cover for her. Did Amelia actually fall by herself?
"I'm fine now. Let me go," Amelia said. This time, she was much calmer than before.
She had to admit that she was getting bolder and bolder. Maybe it was because she had gone through a lot of things.
Patrick asked uncertainly, "Are you really okay?"
"I'm all right. Let's hurry up and leave." With her face blanched, Amelia thought of leaving The Cook family as quickly as possible for the first time.
Patrick slowly released his grip from her chest and waist and chose to hold her left hand. However, he found that she was far less composed than she appeared to be, for her palm was sweating profusely.
He took a step forward as if he had noticed nothing. Amelia followed and strode towards him naturally as her hand was clasped in Patrick's.
The next second, she let out a hiss...
"What's wrong?" Patrick turned around quickly.
Amelia lowered her attention to stare at the heel of her left foot, a painful expression on her face.
Seeing this, Patrick decisively put her arm around his neck and carried her in his arms.
"You..." Amelia stared at him in surprise.
"What? You didn't even look at Milton like this when he touched his face!" Patrick said gloomily.
As her husband, he was stared at by her in alarm even when he carried her. How could he not get angry?
"It's not like that..." Amelia wanted to explain, but she did not know how to start.
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