Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 770

After confirming that what he saw was true, Patrick glanced at the anxious Amelia and asked with a poker face, "Say. What happened to your arm? Why do you have bruises, lumps, and needle holes?"

His expression was stern and ruthless, as if his private possession was hurt and trespassed without his permission.

Amelia wanted to ask him the same question!

All she did was just to donate a little blood to Abner, didn't she?

Then why was her arm bruised and swollen?

Staring at her ghastly arm, it only dawned on Amelia that this was the reason why she felt uncomfortable and unease whenever she used her hand this evening. It turned out that her arm was injured...

Feeling the fingers on her forearm tightening on her as if it was announcing Patrick's limited patience, Amelia, who just came back to her senses, hurriedly explained, "It's just some external injury. It's no big deal!"

Patrick continued to glare at her, his voice terrifyingly cold when he asked, "Did Kaiden hurt you?"

To him, the weirdest part about her arm was not the bruises and lumps, but the needle hole!

He had no idea what she did when she was out of his sight!

Sensing Patrick's unconcealed murderous intent in his tone when he mentioned Kaiden, Amelia shook her head in fear and expressed, "It's not him!"

"Then who?"

"No one hurt me!"

Sweeping his gaze across the furrow between her brows, Patrick replied in a faint yet steely tone, "Don't tell me you jabbed yourself with a needle?"

"I didn't..." Just as Amelia pondered about whether she should tell him the truth, Patrick's phone rang from his pocket.

Amelia felt as if the heavens had given her a chance to escape from this situation. She then pointed to his trouser pocket and said, "Your phone is ringing..."

Patrick took out his vibrating phone, and without looking at it, he tossed it onto the bedside table.

Oh no...

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"No one can disturb us now."

Patrick then flashed a wicked smile at her. But very soon, the smile vanished, for the wound on Amelia's arm was...in his opinion, horrifying.

He had many speculations of what happened in his mind. The best-case scenario was that Amelia had willingly donated blood, while the worst-case scenario was that someone had injected her with poison.

However, no matter which case it was, it was enough to make him felt suffocated in his heart.

How could she do anything with or to her body without his consent? She should know that she belonged to him!

With such a strong desire for possession surging in his heart, Patrick raised her arm and covered his charming, thin lips onto the bruises...

Amelia turned pale with fright and shouted without hesitation, "It's dirty!" Her other hand was eager to shove away the top of his head that was hovering before her.

However, when her hand was mid-air, Patrick's huge palm intercepted her and cuffed her hand to her back!

This way, Amelia was sitting on the mattress in a submissive position with one hand raised and the other pinned down.

Her hand in the air was numb from Patrick's kiss, while the other was hurting from how hard he was holding her down.

Her eyes slowly brimmed faint red, then gradually turned into a shade of deep red. Amelia groaned and tried to persuade him. "That's enough..."

After grazing his lips over her wound on the crook of her arm, Patrick finally raised his head to look at her.

His pupils were dark as ink, and only when he met Amelia's eyes did the emotions floated back into his gaze.

Amelia was struck dumb for a moment from the way he looked at her, for the pain in his eyes were from his worry for her...

Amelia could not help but parted her lips, wanting to tell him about the heroic deed she did today. However, when she heard his next sentence, the words stuck in her throat...

He said, "Don't find Kaiden again. I'll invest in your company."

She was moved, touched, and stirred...

Amelia wanted so desperately to nod at his request and delegate some of her burden to him, letting him help her.

Unfortunately, what was blocking them from agreeing was not the conflict of interest. It was Sissi!

Patrick finished his words and fell silent. He did not urge her to reply to him right away, but the silent ticking of each second was exerting more pressure on her.

Fearing that her lack of response would infuriate him, Amelia finally replied with a hint of insistence in her voice, "If you wish to invest in my company, you can..."

Patrick held his breath at her answer.

After Sissi, he had not met anyone for who he was willing to give up everything. Even if betting on Amelia meant he would lose all of his wealth, as long as she said 'yes', he was willing to offer her everything.

And right this moment, when she was finally giving him an answer, he was finding it hard to contain himself. It was like the active volcano in his heart finally had an opportunity, an outlet to erupt!

"If you promise to stop meeting and contacting Sissi from now on as if you two have never met, I'll agree with your investment in my company."

Amelia could not stop Patrick from missing Sissi, so the only thing she could do was to sever their contact!

She had never been this serious before. At this moment, she did not resemble a passive party who was eager for support, but instead a mighty and untouchable investor making her terms!

The softened outline of Patrick's face turned frigid again with every word Amelia said.

Such a change in his expression indicated his reluctance to comply, at least that was what Amelia thought it meant.

With a brow raised, she remained silent after finishing her statement, allowing Patrick to feel the awkwardness and stress brought on by the passing of time.

After a pause, he said, "I can't do it."

Actually, he could have lied to Amelia and coax her, saying that he agreed not to meet Sissi from now on.

However, Amelia was quick and sensitive with her sixth sense and observation. If he lied to her, she might notice the oddness in his behavior one day.

And the first time she found out, she had proposed a divorce with utter resoluteness. When she made up her mind, she was ruthless, and nothing could stand in her way.

And that was why it was better to be frank with her instead of lying.

His feelings for Sissi were complex. He had loved, loathed, and felt nothing for her. But at the end of the day, the person who inflicted these emotions in him had always been Sissi.

How could he forget such a person so easily?

Amelia's heart throbbed at his four-word reply, and the passionate flame in her heart that Patrick started just a moment ago had also dissipated.

She then touched her half-broken sleeves and pretended to be indifferent when she added, "Then... I can't accept your suggestion. Forget it."

Patrick was extremely discontented with this. "Stop being so willful!"

Instantly, an icy sharpness shot out of her gaze. "I'm not willful! I know what I'm doing! I also know what I want exactly! You're the willful one! You're the one who has always wavered!"