Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 747

Patrick said in an angry tone, "Because you promised that you would come back!"

And he trusted in the wrong person!

Amelia was speechless, for the first time she really thought that the man in front of her was stupid.

Patrick's expression changed when he saw her innocent face. In the end, his expression became frighteningly cold. "What are the two of you talking about, why do you need talk for so long?"

Amelia dropped her eyes and looked at the stool at their feet. She muttered, "I thought you knew."

"Because of this?" Patrick's eyes flashed. He lifted his foot and sent the stool flying.

Amelia widened her watery eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

As she spoke, she took a few steps back and bent over to pick up the small stool that had been kicked to the wall.

Patrick looked at her action and only felt that it was an eyesore.

Like what she said, because of this small d*mn stool, it caused him to have waited in the shower for half an hour. It would be strange if he did not vent his anger on the stool!

Amelia picked up the stool and raised her eyes. She saw that Patrick was still standing at the same spot. He was glaring at her and the stool, as if he had been greatly wronged.

With his temper where he threw a lighter on Kaiden, shouldn't he light up a torch and burn the Land Of Fragrance to vent his anger?

Amelia had to bear with his sharp gaze and stretched out a hand to him. Then she tried to talk softly, "Didn't you say that the weather is hot and your body is stinky? You haven't take a bath right?

Let's go."

"Where are you going? If you don't tell me properly, I won't go anywhere!"

Patrick was also confused out of anger. Why did he ask where she wanted to go when she had told him properly!

Amelia then spoke in an innocent yet angry tone, "Well, then you stay here. I'll watch TV." Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Patrick was overwhelmed by the gloominess because he did not get enough attention from Amelia. He could not believe that he would feel a tightness in his chest like an emotional lady!

In a fit of pique, Patrick turned his handsome face to one side to pretend that he could not feel anything at all. However, his legs were about to go against his will...

Then, Amelia turned her head and looked at Patrick.

She felt surprised because he still stood straight beside the recycle bins and did not move at all. It made him looked like an item that was going to be recycled soon.

Amelia looked at him and asked seriously, "You really don't want to come out?"

Patrick remained silent.

Amelia persuaded patiently, "The storeroom hasn't been cleaned up for a long time and it's dirty inside. Don't you have mysophobia? Come out then."

Patrick kept quiet still.

Fine. He wanted to go against her, didn't he?

Amelia showed her cunning smile, "You really don't want to come out?"

Patrick's thin lips twitched twice. However, before he had time to respond, he heard a 'pat' and the chandelier in the storage room went dark. The room immediately fell into darkness.

Then, Amelia's beautfiul and cold voice sounded. "Our country promotes energy saving. I will start to follow it by switching off the light. You won't mind right?"

Patrick was so angry that he could barely breathe.

Amelia who was standing at the door after turning off the light, inclined her ears to it. She thought that she should be able to make Patrick came out...

However she was wrong. The storage room was quiet without any sound.

It seemed that the thing she did was not rough enough.

"Well, since you are so fond with this storeroom, I won't force you to come out then."

As soon as Amelia's voice fell, she closed the door quickly and completely ignored how Patrick would turn the world upside down inside!

Patrick was initially surprised by what Amelia had done and then he regretted it.

It was true that his regret had covered his anger.

This was because he finally figured out the reason Amelia reached out her hand for him before she left. She was obviously inviting him to go to the bathroom to take a bath.

However, he was too stubborn and he rejected his opportunity!

However if Patrick rushed out, he would definitely become Amelia's laughing stock. She would laugh at him for being afraid in the dark or for being afraid to stay in the storeroom alone...

Patrick was carried away by his thoughts the more he thought about it, he even assumed things that was not Amelia's intention.

Eventually, the messy Patrick stayed in the storeroom for ten minutes. Only then he finally wanted to move.

Patrick fumbled in the dark and went all the way forward. After he manageed to touch the door handle successfully, he opened the door with a click.

Before Patrick could relax looking at the light in the living room, a figure appeared in front of him at an ill-timing.

When Patrick looked down, he saw Amelia sitting on the small stool which was kicked by him. Her face was facing the door. When she saw him coming out, her eyes gazed up from his feet and to his slightly changed face.

Patrick's facial expression remained the same because he never expected that Amelia would sit at the door and wait for him. It was as if she knew him well that he would not be able to stand it!

This made him felt ashamed and angry!

Amelia knew that Patrick would definitely come out. Would any normal people gave up their comfortable bed and pillow to sleep in a storeroom?

Not to mention Patrick who was a clean freak.

Amelia said with a light laughter, "I've been sitting at the door and waiting for you to come out. It's okay. I didn't wait too long."

Patrick asked angrily when he looked at her happy face, "What are you doing at the door? Being a puppy?"

Amelia stopped smiling and said in an unusually serious tone, "Because I'm afraid that you can't think it through and commit suicide!"

Patrick snorted and said, "Why do I have to harm myself?"

Amelia sighed, "Just because I left you in the bathtub for half an hour and you wanted to lock yourself in the storeroom. It's really funny if people know about it."

"Wait, didn't she turn off the light and shut the door?" thought Patrick.

Amelia changed the topic and talked in a good tone for his sake, "Fortunately, I am guarding outside otherwise you may have had an accident inside."

The veins on Patrick's forehead corner showed up. He said in a low voice, "Don't doubt it. If anything happens to me, you'll definitely be the one to blame!"

Amelia felt a little uncomfortable and straightened up from the small stool. She looked at him, "Please be reasonable. I've promised to massage your back

and shoulders, haven't I? It's you who have been staying in the storeroom all the time. I'm kind enough to deliberately wait you here. Don't be like an ungrateful dog that bites its owner."

Patrick gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you calling me... a dog?"

Amelia choked and said, "You just called me a puppy anyway. It was just a joke. Now you are so angry and it seems that you can't take the joke either."

Patrick glared at him. "You!"