Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 826

Patrick felt that his willpower had weakened, it was probably due to his sickness. He quickly fixed his gaze at the espionage series on TV instead. The trace of desire in his eyes then faded in a flash.

Just then, Sissi called for Patrick again in her sweet voice, "Patrick, I really can't stand up on my own... I don't feel good... Can you come in and help me?"

A glint flashed in Patrick's dark eyes, and he said helplessly, "Okay."

He then turned around and in an annoyed manner, opened the bathroom door through the crack left by Sissi.

Patrick squinted his eyes and saw Sissi slouching lifelessly with both arms hanging limply at the edge of the bathtub, while her head was slightly tilted and rested on her arms. Her dark and sparkling eyes looked bleary, while her furrowed brows suggested that she was feeling unwell...

"Ahh... Patrick... there you are..."

When Sissi saw Patrick, she repeatedly called out his name in a coquettish voice, which would have captivated his soul if it happened in the past.

"Yes, I'm here." Patrick lightly comforted Sissi while he averted his eyes from her delicate body. Instead, he picked up a neatly folded bath towel and draped it over her shoulders.

Sissi was submerged in water from her collarbone below, but Patrick could not care less about the towel getting wet as he covered her curvy figure. He was not going to take advantage of her when he was in a dazed state.

He wrapped her body and gripped the two ends of the towel, covering all of Sissi except for her face.

Patrick noticed that Sissi was trembling. Thinking that she was frightened, he comforted her, "Don't worry, I won't do anything rash."

Sissi raised her eyes to glance at him at once, and caught him staring at her with sympathy. Other than sympathy, he had no other emotions, and she was upset about it.

Patrick's eyes darkened as he took in the view of Sissi's rosy cheeks and the scent of her exquisite fragrance.

It was not that he had not desired Sissi at all, it was just that he had buried the feeling deep inside.

Sissi met Patrick's unfathomable gaze, then lowered her head shyly and asked, "Patrick, what are you looking at?"

Patrick held his breath. Sissi reacted like a bashful young girl and it literally made his heart skipped a beat.

Sissi captured his minute changes and felt a trace of joy. Just as she was about to continue, Patrick said to her in a low voice, "Sissi, put your arms around my neck. I'll carry you out from the bathtub."

Sissi was very disappointed with his intentions, but she could not give her feelings away.

The next moment, after some quick thinking, she said, "It's alright, I don't need your help. Just lend me your hand and I'll be able to stand up on my own."

Patrick was worried and asked, "Are you sure?"

Sissi looked into his eyes, and there was a mysterious glint in her eyes that he could not fathom. She said, "Yes I can do it."

"Alright." Patrick nodded. He had not forced Sissi into his arms, just to avoid any kind of intimacy.

"Let me hold the towel in place," Sissi offered.

Patrick quickly loosened his grip and took a big step back.

He had been in close contact with Sissi while he was holding the towel, and he felt disturbed by the delicate fragrance on her body.

He felt much better later after maintaining a distance with her. Then, he stretched out his arm for Sissi.