Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 531

"Yea, the skin on the heel chafed a little."

In fact, it was more than a little. Patrick was distressed just by looking at it, but he did not say it.

"Oh..." No wonder it was painful when she walked. "Where's the ointment?"

Patrick licked his alluring thin lips and said wickedly, "My saliva."

"Don't even think about it!" Amelia flushed red, and she had the desire to kick at his handsome face.

Feeling her left foot grappling in his palm, a trace of coldness flashed across his eyes. He tightened his fingers and dug deeper into her heel. She frowned in pain and shouted, "It hurts!"

Patrick answered coldly, "Since you know it hurts, then don't say things that I don't like to hear."

If her foot had not been in his hands, she wanted to jump up and hit him. "I don't know what you like or don't like to hear!"

"Don't say anything that refuses me!"

She had nothing to say then.

Although he wanted to see if cleaning the wound with saliva was actually effective, Amelia would

definitely scold him a freak afterward.

Regretfully, he placed her left foot back on the bed. Patrick glared at her and said roughly, "I'll go get the first aid kit. You stay here."

Amelia had no time to respond to him. She was busy adjusting her long dress.

Less than a minute after Patrick left, he came back with the kit in his hands.

He sat back on the chair and said cooly, "Your foot."

He held a bottle of liquid merbromine in his left hand and a sterilizing cotton swab in his right. He did not have a free hand to grab at her foot.

Amelia glanced at him and asked, "Where do you want me to put my foot?"

"On my lap," Patrick said graciously.

"Oh," Amelia said and put her foot on his thigh in embarrassment.

"Turn over," Patrick said.

Amelia went along and flipped over onto her belly.

At this time, her upper body buried in the blanket while her lower body was on Patrick's lap. The injured heel came into sight as Amelia turned over, making it convenient for him to treat the wound.

In the process of treating her wound, the solution stung Amelia's injury and she let out a hiss.

Patrick's hand paused, and he sounded irritated, "You're the one who asked for it. Who told you to be careless when going down the stairs?"

"I..." Amelia looked back at him, aggrieved. "I didn't do it on purpose."

Patrick said with a somber look, "Do you know? You would have split your head open with a boom in another few seconds!"

This ill-intentioned man was deliberately trying to scare her, but she could not get back at him. She could only thank him and said, "You made up for the few seconds just in time. Thank you."

Patrick pursed his lips and lowered his head, continuing with what he was doing.

Seeing that he did not lecture her again, Amelia felt guilty instead. "Mr. Hopper, I'm sorry for worrying you."

Patrick threw her a glance at her and said, "Will you still dare to disdain me for asking the bodyguards to follow you?"

Amelia replied in a small voice, "Whether I like it or not, you'll continue to send them to follow me anyway..."

Hearing the unwillingness in her words, Patrick's arrogance emerged again, "That's right! I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm merely informing you.