Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 800

Tightening her grip around the hilt of the knife, Amelia turned to the man behind her that watching her and said, "Come here!"

Patrick smiled and said, "You're good at cutting meat. Can I watch you work it for a while more?"

But Amelia felt no delight after being complimented. She then said, "Since Mr. Hopper so smart, you must have mastered the skills of meat chopping after my multiple demonstrations. You can finish up the rest, I'll just stand by and guide you!"

Patrick lifted one of his brows. Then, instead of taking the knife over, he lowered his head and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Amelia's eyes glistened and widened when she cried out, "What are you doing?"

Patrick only took a glance at her and replied with a straight face, "This shirt is too obstructive."

"What does your shirt have to do with chopping beef?!" seethed Amelia. She then reached out to redo his opened buttons, but Patrick dodged from her in a flash.

"But we're going to start cooking later. I don't like when it gets hot, and you know that."

Patrick finished his sentence in all seriousness and increased the speed of his fingers. And soon, his dark colored shirt fell to the ground, revealing his firm, fierce chest and hard six-packs on his abdomen...

Amelia's dainty cheeks blushed slightly at the sight when she realised the kitchen was already warm before they even got to cook.

Patrick, topless, graciously showed off his figure to Amelia.

The more she blushed and the tougher she found it to look straight at him, Patrick grew even more excited, so much so that his voice started to shake. "Come on, I'm ready!"

Amelia's hand with the knife shuddered, thinking that there was no way his words were not suggestive.

She then gave the knife to him in a fit of panic while she added breathlessly, "You can get to work first. I'll go drink some water first!"

"Drink some water?" Patrick murmured. Suddenly, he reached out his hand and grabbed Amelia's tender chin with his fingers. First, he kissed her panic-stricken eyes. Then, the trail of his hot kiss fell passionately to her lips, prying her mouth open and capturing the tip of her tongue...

After a long while of Amelia's coy moans of 'hmm's and 'ah's, only then did Patrick release her in

reluctance.

When the confusion in Amelia's eyes slowly dissipated, she heard Patrick chuckling lewdly in her ear. "Is that water refreshing?"

Amelia did not reply.

Half an hour later, the dinner that Amelia and Patrick whipped up hand-in-hand was served.

Though it was not a banquet or decorated with candles or flowers, Patrick was more than contented. He felt he had fulfilled his goal for the night.

Amelia was already in her seat when Patrick was admiring 'his' craft.

Frankly, she had half a bowl of fried rice before she came back. But after a busy session in the kitchen, she was hungry again.

She could just treat it as giving an extra midnight snack to the baby in her womb.

Thinking of the baby, Amelia could not help but put her hand on her belly while a trace of affection flashed in her eyes, inscrutable to Patrick.

"What are you doing? Are you having a stomachache?"

Hearing him, Amelia moved her hand away from her belly on reflex. She then looked up and forced a smile at him, saying, "No, I'm just hungry. Sit down and let's eat."

Patrick nodded without any sense of doubt and sat opposite Amelia.