Chapter 8


    Drifting in thoughts, Amelia was brought back to reality by Florence, who was munching on an


    apple. Florence tapped her shoulder with a mischievous smile, "Hey sis, my brother is in his room


    already. What''re you waiting for?"


    Speaking with experience, Nora added, "Go and have some fun, Amelia. I will make you my


    signature stew for a quick recovery!"


    "Oh my god! You guys!" Amelia covered her face with her hands with steaming out of her head.


    The Hoppers never beat around the bush.


    Instead of keeping Amelia around for a chat, Howard changed his mind and ushered her into


    Patrick''s room. "Amy, it''s gettingte. Get some rest and we will see you tomorrow."


    Florence could not wait any longer, so she just grabbed Amelia''s arm and hurried her to the second


    floor.


    Standing in front of Patrick''s room, Florence took a deep breath and knocked. "Hey brother,e


    out and get your wife!"


    After a while.


    Just as Florence was about to knock again, the door was suddenly opened. Out came Patrick with


    his grim expression. "She can stay. You can leave now."


    In a sh, Patrick snatched Amelia from Florence''s arms like a falcon with its prey. Then he turned


    around and pped the door behind them. They could still hear Florence''s roar as they walked


    away from the door.


    Being a jokester in the family, Florence could have even to borrow some sex toys to spice up


    Patrick and Amelia''s first night. Unfortunately, Patrick never found his sister''s yfulness amusing.


    Since Patrick was being a jerk, Florence had no choice but to take it up a notch!


    Like an evil genius, Florence pulled out a remote controller from her pocket and pushed some


    buttons at the crack of the door. Then, she walked away with a wickedugh.


    Seeing Florence with a smirk on her face, Nora got curious and asked, "Florence, what did you do


    this time?"


    "Nothing!" Florence waved her hands frantically, and the remote in her hand gave her away.


    Owen and Nora saw the remote, then looked at each other and both let out a chuckle. Florence had


    pulled this prank before when they first got married. No one would know how Patrick would treat


    Amelia, hopefully not too rough.


    After shooing Florence away, Patrick turned around and leaned his body against Amelia on the


    sturdy door. He asked with an impish grin, "Can''t wait toe to my room and relive that night?"


    "Your room?" Amelia was baffled. "Do you mean that I have my own room in this house?"


    If it was true, it would be great. Both of them could have their own privacy.


    A sparkle of anger red up in Patrick''s eyes. Amelia twisted his words on purpose. Before he could


    react, the LCD TV in the bedroom suddenly turned on. In a second, an ear- piercing screech


    exploded in the room.


    As Patrick turned to the TV, a ghastly girl with unkempt hair seemed to be climbing out of the


    screen. Amelia''s pupils widened and subconsciously grabbed Patrick''s shirt, trembling, "Why... does


    the TV turn on... by itself?"


    Patrick looked back at her, with a trace of amusement. This was obviously another of Florence'' s


    pranks. She was trying to scare Amelia into falling into his arms.


    From the day he first met her, there was nothing but serenity in her bright eyes. He had never seen


    her like this, shook like a leaf.


    With the corner of his mouth turned up, Patrick stood in the front of the TV. As he expected, the


    remote control was nowhere to be found, so he just went behind the TV and pulled the power plug.


    On one hand, Patrick was furious at Florence for pulling another prank on him. On the other hand,


    seeing Amelia being so vulnerable, his desire for her grew stronger than ever.


    Now that they are married, he figured he should make the most out of it.


    After Patrick turning off the TV, Amelia was still hung up on what just happened. Noticing Patrick


    approaching, she got tensed up again instantly.


    With a devilish smirk, he asked, "Mrs. Hopper, care to join me on the bed?"


    "No!"


    "It''s a privilege for any woman to share a bed with me. How could you turn down such an offer?


    Don’t tell me you didn''t enjoy what we had from the other night."


    "You shameless b*stard!" Amelia cursed as her face turned pinkish. She tried to take a step away


    from Patrick, yet she was held tightly in the arms of her husband.


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    As an attempt to end her struggle skilfully, Patrick joked, "Where are you off to at this hour? Your


    man and bed are both here!"


    "Let go of me!" But Patrick already grabbed Amelia’s slender wrists and held them above her head.


    Amelia could not think of anything but to step on him.


    Unfortunately, it did not do much damage with a pair of cotton- padded slippers. It was or less like a


    tickle.


    "Why struggle? Aren''t you fine with any man just likest time in the hotel?" Patrick leaned closer to


    her ear, so close she could feel the hot air blowing at her. He carried on with his ridicule, "Or, after


    that night, you want to y hard-to-get now?"


    Feeling butterflies in her stomach, Amelia tried so hard to avoid eye contact and his slowly


    approaching lips. She murmured, "Stop it..."