Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 82

It was in the evening at an ordinary residential building.

As soon as Cynthia entered home, she smelled a pungent smell of urine. She frowned and strode to a room.

When she opened the door, she saw Elton sitting in a wheelchair with his pants and floor under him being wet.

Seeing Cynthia coming in, Elton hurriedly turned himself away.

Cynthia was used to it and asked, "Where is Dad?"

"He's gone to the market."

Cynthia sighed, "Let change a pair of pants for you."

Elton trembled his shoulders and said, "No, thanks. Dad will do it for me when he comes back."

"Brother, when you were in the hospital, I helped you with pee and stool." Cynthia said.

She took out a pair of grey sweatpants from the cabinet. Since Elton's legs hadn't yet regained consciousness, she could only help him stand up, then he pulled down his pants, and then helped him sit down...

Gazing at Cynthia, who was kneeling and putting on the new pants for him, Elton apologised, "My dear, I was really a burden for you. If it were not for me, you should been married to the man you love..."

Cynthia murmured, "Don't talk about this..."

Elton continued, "You are beautiful and clever. If any rich man has a crush on you, a nursing worker will be affordable for me."

Thinking of Patrick, Cynthia felt delighted.

The next second when the face of Amelia broke into her mind, Cynthia drooped her shoulder out of frustration and said, "Brother, we are just ordinary people. Let's just live a stable life and don't dream a pipe."

Elton tried to persuade her, "My dear, you can't say that. He loves you and protects you because he wants to sleep with you. For such a big boss like him, you don't need to expect him to be so sincere, but you can be more careful. If he makes you pregnant, just create a disturbance to his family. Even if you can't marry him, you can at least be compensated for mental damage and growing the child up..."

Cynthia interrupted him with some anger, "I know what I'm doing and I don't need you to tell me!"

"Alright, alright." Elton shut up, trying to please her.

Seeing Elton smiling, Cynthia was angry, but she couldn't vent it.

After helping Elton change his pants, Cynthia said in a low voice, "Brother, it's troublesome that you can't use the toilet yourself. Let me buy you some diapers tomorrow."

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After the drip, Patrick didn't want to stay at the hospital for a second, so Amelia had no other option but drove him home.

On the way, Patrick was particularly dissatisfied with Amelia's driving. He complained, "Why are you driving like a tortoise?"

Amelia turned a deaf ear to his words and became more careful after the hitting the Royce-Rolls.

Patrick stared at her carefully on the side of her face and continued to tease her, "Or you drive like a snail?"

Amelia couldn't stand it anymore and asked, "Why don't you drive yourself?"

Patrick said, "I'm a patient."

"..." Amelia was speechless.

For the sake of his illness, she had to bear with him!

It took too long to arrive at home, which made Amelia feel relieved.

She turned to look at Patrick and saw that he was sitting upright instead of unbuckling his seat belt. She felt strange and asked, "Why are you in a daze?"

Patrick frowned and said, "It seems that I've been sitting for too long... My leg cramped..."

Amelia felt sorry for him. If it weren't she driving too slowly, Patrick's leg wouldn't have cramped.

She leaned forward and unfastened his seat belt. They were so close to each other that he could smell her body scent.