Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 968

As soon as Patrick and Owen showed up in the hall again, Florence was the first to notice their return. She asked nervously, "Where had you been?"

Had They Gone For A Fight?

Florence could not stop thinking about this possibility.

The two siblings seemed calm and collected.

Patrick said, "I went to smoke at the balcony."

Owen said, "I went to the washroom."

Florence asked again, "Then why did you come back together?"

Simultaneously they said, "It's a coincidence."

The corner of Florence's mouth twitched. She wondered if they thought that they could fool her with such a lame excuse. After all, the balcony and washroom were located at two different end of the house.

Nora, too, noticed that the two men had returned to the hall. Since she had excused herself for a while back in the kitchen with Amelia, apparently she had missed the conflicts between the two men earlier. Smiling, she said, "Owen, Patrick, we're all waiting for you! Look, Amelia had reserved two slices of cake for each of you."

Patrick immediately threw a glance at Amelia with his gaze intense.

Amelia blinked her eyes unnaturally. Apparently she noticed the stare from Patrick, yet she refused to look up and meet his gaze.

From Patrick's angle of view, all he could see was that Amelia was keeping her head buried as she feasted herself with the slice of cake.

Owen glanced at the two slices of cakes on the table before he said, "Amelia, that's very kind of you."

Out of courtesy, Amelia was forced to glance up and said, "Don't mention it, Owen."

The next second, Ashley exclaimed with her voice filled with surprise, "Wow! There's gummy in the cake!"

Chewing, Andrew muffled, "I found gummies in the cake too! I'm impressed by Aunty Amelia's baking skill. She added things that we don't usually get to eat in normal days."

For the sake of their health, Nora would usually limit the amount of sweets that the kids consume in order to prevent them from having tooth decay.

However, Nora had taken this occasion as the exception for the kids.

After all, the portion of the cake entitled by each of the children was not much after the cake had been divided equally among everyone.

At this moment, Patrick had already came in the direction of her. He then sat on the couch right opposite of her. This time, she had no other mean to avoid him any longer.

Upon noticing that Amelia was stunned as soon as he sat down in front of her, Patrick could not help sneering. She refused to meet his eyes still. Patrick began to wonder if she was still holding grudge against him for embarrassing her earlier.

But it did not matter whether she was still mad at him or not. After all, the gun was with him and it would always be.

Upon finishing the cakes, Andrew and Ashley both fell back onto the couch satisfactorily with their bellies stuffed.

At the sight of this, Nora spoke to the kids dedicatedly, "Andrew, Ashley, Aunt Amelia had made you such a delicious cake. So what are you supposed to say to her?"

Hearing this, the two kids came whooshing from the couch. They ran into Amelia and began kissing her cheek.

Andrew's "thank you" and Ashley's "love you" had caused Amelia to fall hard for the two kids."

Glancing at his watch, Patrick abruptly said, "I think that it's almost time for us to go back."

Amelia was unwilling to answer him. After all, he was the culprit who embarrassed her in front of the crowd.

However, at the second thought, she could not probably ignore the fact that it was already late at night. Nora and Owen would need time for themselves before calling it a day.

"Okay. Let's go." Amelia nodded softly with her expression gentle.

At the sight of this, Patrick's gaze softened. He began to feel apologetic towards her.

He wondered if he should try to accept the fact that his brother deserved her admiration more as compared to him.

Enraging by his indifference, Amelia hissed, "Can't you bathe after you write me the promise?"

"No way." Patrick turned down her plea.

Amelia would have killed him right away if that was even possible. Raising his eyebrows, he turned around and said casually, "A good mood is all I need to put such humiliating promise that requires me to give up my right towards my property into writing."

Amelia felt a shiver running down her spine. She could not help wondering if she was a mere property attached to him.

Otherwise, he would not have been thinking that a promise to not touch her would injure his rights.

If this was the case, it suggested that Patrick never had her will and consent in his mind.

Gritting, she hissed, "My body belongs to me and not your. I have all the right to decide whether to give it to you or not. You can't force me without my consent!"

He crossed his arms in front of his chest. Smiling, he asked, "If you're so confident in this, why would you still want to put that promise down into writing?"

His words had rendered her speechless.

Smiling, he spoke again with confidence, "Let me speak your mind. Even you yourself know that you're not able to fight against me. That's why you threaten to tell my grandfather in order to make me write you this promise. With this written promise, you think that you can restraint me from making love with you. Let me put this bluntly. Admit that you're afraid of me, Amelia!"

Upon hearing this, she could not help clenching her

fists.

Closing the distance between the two of them as he approached, he asked, "You really don't want me to touch you, do you?"

Amelia retreated as she answered affirmatively, "That's right!'

Patrick pondered before he said, "But I can tell that you did enjoy it with me before, didn't you? Oh! Is it true that my performance is deteriorating that's why you no longer wish to let me touch you?"

Amelia cried out shyly, "Shut up! It's not like that!"