Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 885

Being despised by Patrick, Amelia felt very unhappy and said, "If that's the case, then quickly let go of me!"

Patrick tightened his grip on her wrist and stared intently at her. "Don't ever think that you can leave as you please when you are in my arms."

Amelia's heart skipped a beat. "What do you want?" "Well..." Patrick said as he pressed the back of her head with his other hand. Then he lowered his head and captured her lips in a deep kiss.

"Um!" Amelia cried out. She was completely caught off guard!

A while later...

It was not until the footsteps sounded behind them that Patrick let go of Amelia in his arms.

Seeing that her misty eyes and a strand of black hair on her red lips, he could not help but roll his Adam's apple. He pressed her face back into his arms with his big palm before Charles could see her.

Charles had already booked a car. When he came back, he saw Amelia sitting on Patrick's lap with her face covered tightly.

Then he saw Patrick's rapid breathing and the blue veins in his hand that clenched on the handle of the chair. It was obvious that he felt aroused.

Charles was amazed. He had thought that Patrick had no interest in any sexual activity. He would not get turned on no matter how beautiful a woman threw herself into his arms. It turned out that it was not that he had no desire, but that the only person who could make him lose his mind was Amelia.

Patrick suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him with hostility. "What are you looking at?"

Charles was not stupid. He would, of course, not provoke a dissatisfied man. He quickly looked away and said, "Nothing, you can continue... Go on."

Patrick's lower body begged him to continue, but he rationally refused to show the charm of Amelia in front of Charles.

Even if Charles had been friends with him since he was in high school, he still could not do that!

At this moment, Amelia wriggled in Patrick's arms. She was almost suffocated to death.

Charles noticed it and said, "Hey, your wife will die from shortness of breath if you continue to act like this."

Patrick ordered angrily, "Turn around."

Charles was stunned, "What?"

Patrick then prolonged the sound of each word, "T-u-r-n...a-r-o-u-n-d."

After Charles confirmed that he had not heard wrongly, he asked in a strange tone, "Why?"

Patrick's eyes immediately flooded with anger. "Too many questions."

Charles muttered, "Are you trying to scare me? Humph, I'm not afraid of you. I'm just afraid that you'll kill your wifey."

As he spoke, he turned around cooperatively.

Amelia's face was being buried in Patrick's chest forcefully. Her facial features were squashed and the sound of her voice was also distorted, "Pat..."

Patrick quickly moved his hand away from the back of her head and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her out of his arms.

Amelia panted heavily.

Patrick's eyes darkened. It took a lot of willpower for Patrick to resist his urge to hold her in his arms again. He said, "Slow down, don't choke."

Amelia was about to retort that it was not like she got choked on water, but as soon as she opened her mouth, a gulp of cold air coming from the air conditioner entered her throat, which made her cough repeatedly!

Patrick reached out and patted her on the back. "I

told you so!"

"Ugh... Alright, that's enough!" Amelia could not wait to break free from him.