Chapter 12
With Amelia staring him intently, Patrick could not help but smile confidently. He was certain that no
women would not fall for his amazing look. "What have you thought of to thank me for my generous
help?"
Amelia tried her best to speak on a calm note, "What do you want?"
"Well, give me a kiss," Patrick answered in a hoarse voice while her mood changed. "Not a tap on
the cheek. I want a mouth-to-mouth, tongue-on-tongue french kiss."
As he spoke, he reached out and was about to touch her face. Yet she tilted her head and dodged
his attempt. "Why don''t you have some gum first. It reeks of cigarettes."
Amelia waspletely aware that she was making it difficult for him. Normal people would not carry
a pack of gum wherever they go. It was just her way of turning him down.
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"Sure, not a problem!" Patrick gave her a smile of assurance.
Amelia was a bit startled at first. When she realised what Patrick took out was a cigarette packet,
she was relieved thinking he had given up.
He put the butt of a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath. Just as she let her guard
down, he held the cigarette with two fingers, while his other hand reached to the back of her head.
Pressing against her with his hand, the distance between them drew closer.
In the next second, he tasted her soft lips with threads of smoke flowing into her mouth. That
triggered her beautiful eyes to open wide and an incredible itch down her throat.
It wast until to the point she couldn''t take it anymore then she opened her mouth to gasp for fresh
air. A ray of light shed across his eyes...
Patrick fiercely swept through Amelia''s teeth with his strong tongue, causing Amelia a short
ckout as her braincked oxygen.
In the end, she bit the tip of his tongue with her canines from the strength she did not know she had.
With his tongue numb and painful, Patrick reflexively backed off. Since he did not get what he
wanted, his face was colder and cloudier than the night outside the car.
Amelia did not look that well either. Patrick felt entertained looking at Amelia, "How was it?"
Trying hard to hold back the impulse to p the taste out of his mouth, she concluded, stunned and
angry, "Poison."
After ncing at Amelia''s face, which was unbelievably beautiful despite her bad mood, a surge of
heat flushed down his throat.
At this time, a car behind them violently honked. The red light had turned green.
Patrick could only suppress his surging emotions. He put out the cigarette and started driving again.
"Even though it''s poison, it''s my kind of poison. I want a good life not a long one."
Amelia used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth with annoyance,pletely clueless of what
she should do.
By the time they returned to Hoppers'' residence, it was already half past two in the morning. Amelia
took a quick look out of the window, and saw the security guards were patrolling in teams. When
they saw Patrick''s car passing by, they''d automatically make way and let them pass.
When they went downhill to the garage, Patrick''s cell phone suddenly rang. He had the steering
wheel with his right hand, while his left hand was shifting gears. So he asked Amelia for help,
"Check my phone for me please."
She didn''t think much about it and put her hand into his left pocket in her pants in search of the
buzzing phone.
Because of his sitting position, his cell phone was in between his thigh muscles and pelvis. She
didn''t dare to put too much force on it, fearing she might hurt him.
After searching for a while, she suddenly heard a grunt from him.
Amelia blinked in confusion, only to find that Patrick was staring at her, with his eyes filled with lust.
She finally realised she did not grab his phone but something else, giving her such a scare she tried
pulled her hand out quick as lightning. Yet Patrick pressed her hand down a lot faster. "Mrs. Hopper,
a bit of a dick move to leave me hanging, don''t you
think?"
When she got her bearings, the car had already been safely parked in the garage. She did not
enjoy being his ything and questioned, "Since you''ve stopped, why don''t you take it yourself?"
Patrick held her delicate hands with tenderness and said, "Well I saw you rubbing my legs like you
were enjoying it. Didn''t want to interrupt."
Only an idiot would refuse such an intoxicating experience. Patrick seemed to be lost in thought.
His mobile kept ringing as if seeking for attention. She picked his fingers away one by one, turned
her head away in frustration, and ignored him.
The corner of Patrick''s mouth twitched slightly and he decided he had enough fun for now. So he
took out his phone and said, "Hello?"
"Patrick, where are you? We''re waiting for you in Oasis for god knows how long. You are missing
out all the fun!."
Patrick''s mind was clotted for a moment. Then he remembered he made a deal with his boys. That
he would not stay at home on his wedding night, but go to the nightclub Oasis to drink with them.
Dealing with Amelia with her troublesome neighbour was never a part of n.
"Hello? You still there?" The man on the other end of the call said with a teasingugh, "Don''t tell
me that you''re having such a GOOD time, so good you can''t leave?"
Patrick snorted, as if Amelia did not mean much to him. He had always been a wolf craving for
adventures. Amelia could never tame him. "Wait for me! I''ll be right there!"
After the call, Patrick changed his flirty attitude and said, "I got a thing. Go back into the house first."
Amelia did not ask anything. Inside the car was quiet, and she had heard a lot of the contents on
the other end of the call. She could pretty much imagine what he was going to do. Recalling what
he had done on their wedding night, she simply said, "Drive safe."