Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 922

Seeing this, the man let out a sigh of relief and softened the cold expression on his face.

Half an hour ago, after beating the socks off of Charles, Patrick's anger was almost completely vented.

Sanity slowly came back to him, and he remembered that there was no one at home except for Amelia. What he was worried about was that she would change her mind and pack up and go.

As Charles wailed, Patrick threw off his boxing gloves, put on his clothes, and sped back to Land of Fragrance.

Taking the spare key left by Huxton, he opened the door of the guest bedroom and saw Amelia lying on the bed facing him. Patrick's heart settled down after seeing this.

After calming down, he stepped forward and sat down by the edge of the bed.

He sat down so lightly that he did not wake up Amelia, who was sleeping on the bed.

Stretching out his hand to turn on the bedside lamp, Patrick's raven eyes lingered on the bulging part of the bed.

He saw that Amelia's back was facing him, and the rest of her body was buried under the quilt. She probably curled herself up again, that was why she looked so bulging and yet so small, which made him want to hug her.

He could not help but lift a corner of the quilt, only to see that Amelia was wearing a white nightgown and was curled up just as he thought. The white sleeping gown was on her sexy and charming body, and the silk was so sheer that he could see the skin...

Patrick bobbed his Adam's apple and silently turned his eyes away, in case he could not hold himself back,

"Don't forget that our current relationship is just 'roommates'.” Patrick thought.

But somehow, Patrick found that his eyes had fallen on Amelia's waist. He could hold her waist within the cusp of his hands. Every time he held it, he would not dare to exert himself because he feared that it would break if he pinched it hard...

Breathing heavily, Patrick silently recited a mantra in his heart. But his eyes were bloodshot and his gaze greedily went down all the way to Amelia's calves which were exposed.

Those calves stayed close to each other. Looking at them, Patrick suddenly felt an itch in his palm. He wanted to hold those two calves again.

He reflexively clenched his palm into a fist, in case he really did touch her calves like a fool in the next second.

Amelia, who was sleeping soundly, felt that there was a stressful gaze glancing at her.

She wanted to open her eyes and take a look. But she was too sleepy, so she just let out a helpless whimper and fell asleep.

Amelia's whimper made Patrick's whole body stiffen.

Fortunately, she did not intend to wake up. After rubbing her cheek on the pillow, there was no more movement.

Patrick was shocked, and his mind was racing.

"I can't stay here anymore! Amelia hasn't done anything yet and I already can't control myself. If I stay here any longer, I'm afraid that I might pull her out of bed and do whatever I want..."

Patrick slowly got up and left while suppressing his desire.

After closing the door and walking away, he slumped into his bathroom. He turned on the tap and took a cold shower for nearly an hour.

Two days later, at night.

Amelia threw a folder on Patrick's desk and said with a cold expression, "This is the renting details you asked for. It contains the living expenses and the specific portions of the management fees. I tried my best to list everything. If there are any inaccuracies or missing items, you can help to add them in. If there's no problem, we'll follow this in the future."