Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 864

"Where's your cell phone?" Amelia felt uneasy over Patrick towering her.

Amelia grumbled, "You've already gotten me back! Why would you still want to confiscate my phone? Ouch!"

Patrick gave her a forceful strike on her forehead before she could finish her words.

He sneered, "What have you been thinking? I was just about to call Alice so that she could send your belongings over."

"Oh..."

Amelia subconsciously reached out to her pocket only to find herself changing her mind in a split second, "Hold on! Why should I listen to you after you spanked my ass? No deal unless you let me spank yours!"

"Come on, girl. My ass is too sturdy for your soft hand." Laughing, he could not help tousling her hair.

Amelia struggled to shove his hand off but to no avail. As a result, her silky smooth hair was so messed that it could be comparable with Rick's kennel.

Amelia was infuriated when she thought of how

Nora, Paisley and Scarlett had been pampered by their beloved partners.

Reverting her thought back to herself, all she could remember was Patrick and his uncourteous manner. Not only had he just spanked her ass and struck her forehead, but he was even messing with her hair!

"Stop it! Stop messing with me!" Amelia could feel her hair being torn apart from her scalp.

Patrick paused his movement of hand victoriously before he uttered, "Cell phone."

Amelia glared at him before she unwillingly handed over it to him.

Even if he had reached out to her phone, Patrick continued to hold Amelia as a hostage as if she was going to run for her life as soon as he released her.

Fortunately, he did no more ravage to her hair. Lowering his gaze to the phone screen, he managed to find Alice's number swiftly and dialed it, "Aunt Alice, there's a head-up regarding Amelia and I..."

After Patrick had delivered the good news of them getting back together along with the matter that Amelia had left her belongings at The Ramsay Mansion, Alice promised that Amelia's belongings would be sent over to Land of Fragrance by her servant as soon as possible.

"That would be awesome! Sorry to have taken your time, please have a good rest!"

Patrick was in an euphoric mood that one could tell that he was being excessively courteous during his conversation with Alice.

"Alright." As soon as the call was over, Patrick tousled Amelia's hair again and informed her satisfactorily, "Alice agreed to send your belongings over immediately."

Amelia could not help rolling her eyes. "What a sc*mbag!" She kept her thought to herself. She wondered how could he call out Alice's name uncourteously now while a moment ago he had respectfully greeted her as 'Aunt Alice' over the call.

At approximately 10.00p.m..

At the sound of the doorbell ringing, Amelia shoved at Patrick and said, "It seems like we got a visitor here. Do you want to go and open the door?"

Patrick glanced at their sitting posture. To make sure she was within his sight all the time, his hands were pinning her legs onto his laps all this while.

His gaze then shifted upwards. All he could see was Amelia leaning cozily against the couch while her eyes were locked onto the television. She chuckled from time to time at the broadcast guest's comedic performance. With her hand holding the glass of milk that Patrick had specially warmed up for her, at this moment Amelia was nothing less but a queen being well served.

Patrick could not help feeling pathetic as he sized up Amelia. He wondered why would Amelia still try every way possible to keep distance from him after all that he had done for her.

Amelia broke into another laughter at the TV show after reminding Patrick that they had a guest. However, Patrick was not moved by her reminder that Amelia had to break the silence again. She shot a glance at Patrick who was now gazing at her, "Hello! You there?"

Patrick cleared his throat in embarrassment after she had caught him staring. He replied casually, "I'll go then."

All in a sudden, the two of them found their thoughts during the way to Land of Fragrance ridiculous.

Patrick carried Amelia's suitcase with only one hand and dropped it right next to her feet.

She was not entirely ungrateful after all. Upon his return, Amelia hurriedly handed over the glass of milk to him.

It was for her that Patrick had no longer found milk disgusting. To put it precisely, ever since they got together, he began to accept and even like all her preference and favorite over time.

He took a sip of the milk before he asked concerningly, "Are you tired? Do you want to go back to your room and rest?" "I'm not tired." Amelia shook her head before she turned around and focused on the TV screen again.

Patrick tightened his grip on the glass. He wondered if she was no longer attracted by him to the extent that even a boring variety show could catch her attention better than he did.

"This woman had been away for more than one week. Isn't she supposed to say something?" Patrick pondered.

But the truth was she indeed had nothing to say to him.

The host on the TV show exclaimed in excitement, "Come on, everybody! Let's welcome our special guest with the biggest applause..."

Upon hearing the name of the special guest announced, Amelia's face glowed instantly with excitement. Patrick frowned at her change of expression.

As soon as the special guest brought himself to the stage, Amelia could no longer suppress her excitement. Along with the cheering noise of the audience in the TV show, she exclaimed, "Shawn Haward!"

D*mn it!

Patrick was overwhelmed with the impulse of

switching to another channel.