Chapter 491


    Amelia could not hide the fondness in her voice. "Owen and I, theoretically speaking, are not that


    close. But it''s precisely because of this unfamiliarity that touched me for he was willing to go to such


    length for me..."


    Patrick pressed his body onto hers all of a sudden. He was strong and fit to begin with, so his rapid


    movement almost covered Amelia entirely in his shadow. The sight of him could scare anybody.


    Amelia nced at him nervously. "What''s wrong?"


    "In your heart, is my brother that perfect?" asked Patrick, who could not suppress his anger.


    Amelia hummed in doubt, "Hmm?" Wasn''t he the most impressed about his brother? Why couldn''t


    he stand listening to others talked about how great his brother was?


    "Answer me!" He clenched his jaw and growled.


    Patrick''s grim face was reflected in her pupils, silently reminding her to be careful with her words.


    "Then tell me, what''s your brother''s w?" replied Amelia.


    " " For a moment, Patrick really could not find


    any w with Owen. In the end, he resorted, "It''s too noisy when he sleeps as he always grinds his


    teeth. He can even grind his teeth for the entire night!"


    Upon hearing this, Amelia could not help burst outughing and said, "Grinding teeth in his sleep?


    What kind of w is this?"


    Patrick nced over at her chest that undted with her roar ofughter, and his throat became


    inexplicably parched. But then he was reminded that she was on her period, so he could only


    restrain the desire that had just risen in his heart. "My brother is good to you because of me. He


    went to the police station to pick you up yesterday because I asked him to. Amelia, don''t emphasize


    on the wrong point!"


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    Amelia was buried amidst the soft nket. She was nervous at the beginning, but now she rxed


    and became slightly indolent. After hearing Patrick, she finally realized that he was not thrilled about


    it. But didn''t she thank him in person yesterday when she got home?


    Seeing that she still dared to space out while being pressed underneath his body, Patrick could not


    help frowning and raised his voice. "Did you understand what I said!"


    Amelia''s eyes curved upward, and she said with a smile, "I did, so can you stop pushing onto me?


    My breasts are going to be ttened."


    Patrick gulped and choked on air.


    Seeing that he was still not willing to get up, Amelia blinked and asked, "Or are you looking to have


    a pleasant afternoon nap with me?"


    Patrick asked with a poker face, "Amelia, are you changing the topic?"


    She answered with a sigh of regret, "Ah, you''ve found out."


    "Humph, changing the topic? This tactic doesn''t wor-..."


    Before he could finish the word ''work'', Patrick felt a surge of heat to his lips. When he came back to


    his senses, he found himself being kissed by Amelia.


    Patrick''s gaze darkened. He pressed his lips back against hers, who had thrown herself at him. He


    was kissing Amelia so hard and deep that Amelia was running out of breath.


    After their lips parted, Amelia blushed and avoided Patrick''s ravenous eyes. She said softly, "Let''s


    take a nap, I''m sleepy."


    "Okay, I''ll nap with you." Patrick no longer pushed onto his wife. He changed his position to lie on


    her side and did not forget to hold her. He lowered his head into the crook of her neck and took in


    the faint scent of her body wash. He closed his eyes feeling pleased.


    The next second, a hint of amusement shed across Amelia''s mind. Who said that changing the


    topic would not work with him?


    Just as Amelia was about to fall asleep, her stomach rumbled and disrupted the concord.


    Embarrassed, Amelia was annoyed by the noise made by her stomach. What if she woke up


    Patrick, who was always grumpy when woken up from bed?


    As the saying went, ''What wille wille.'' There resonated the tired andzy voice of Patrick


    from above her head. "Hungry?"


    Amelia gritted her teeth and said, "Yeah, I was in a hurry to leave ande back at noon, so I


    forgot to have lunch."


    Hearing this, Patrick opened his eyes, and the drowsiness in his eyes faded away on a whim. "Why


    were you rushing? Was there anyone who was chasing you from behind?"


    Amelia turned her head to look at him and said in a delicate voice, "I was just afraid that I''d worry


    you if I came back toote."


    Patrick smiled and said, "I''ll get up and ask auntie to cook something for you. Wait here."


    "Okay." Amelia wished for nothing more than that.


    Patrick got up,bed his ruffled hair, and fixed his cor. Hethen put on his slippers and went


    downstairs.


    When he got down, he saw that the housekeeper was dozing off on the sofa. She must be


    exhausted from the day''s cleaning work.


    After giving up the thought of waking her up, Patrick went into the kitchen and made his signature


    noodle soup.


    Ten minutes after, Patrick brought the bowl of noodles upstairs only to find Amelia asleep with her


    body curled up.


    He wanted to wake her up to taste the fruits of hisbor, but she slept so peacefully that he could


    not bear to disturb her.


    Patrick withdrew and closed the door back gently. Then, he carried the noodles downstairs.


    The slight sound of the descending movement woke the housekeeper up. She looked at Patrick and


    then at the bowls and chopsticks in his hand. She was not fully awake and asked groggily, "Mr.


    Hopper, what''s this?"


    Patrick replied casually, "I''m just hungry, so I came down and cooked something for myself."


    The housekeeper sprung up from the sofa in a sh and eximed, "Mr. Hopper, you are one


    priceless self. How could you take the trouble to do this kind of thing yourself? It''s my fault that I


    didn''t wake up in time..."


    Patrick did not think it was a big deal. It might have been impossible for him to cook for himself in


    the past. But today, he actually felt that cooking was rewarding, especially when cooking for


    someone else. Unfortunately, she was not lucky enough to fall asleep right when he cooked, which


    he rarely did.


    Somewhat disappointed, he looked at the noodles in the bowl and handed them suddenly to the


    housekeeper, who was still apologetic. "Take this and keep it warm. When madam wakes up, give


    this to her and tell her to eat up with no leftovers."


    The housekeeper took the bowl and chopsticks over prudently. She did not understand Patrick''s


    intention and asked, "Mr. Hopper, didn''t you cook this for yourself?"


    Patrick put his hand into his pocket, raised his chin, and said, "Let''s just say that this is my


    leftovers."


    When Amelia woke up, it was already three-thirty in the afternoon. She rubbed her empty stomach


    and decided to go downstairs to find something to eat.


    When passing through the living room, Amelia was stopped politely by the housekeeper. "Miss


    Amelia, you have slept for so long. You must be hungry, right?"


    Amelia nodded sincerely and then asked, "Auntie, is there anything cooked at home?" "There is."


    The housekeeper hurried and brought out the food that had been kept warm in the steamer. She


    served it in front of Amelia and said, "Miss Amelia, this is the noodle soup that was specially left for


    you."


    The corners of Amelia''s mouth twitched as she looked at the content of the bowl. She could see the


    noodles, but where was the soup?


    "Auntie, this noodle is as thick as bread. Are you sure it''s edible?" She asked with difficulty.


    "It should be..." The housekeeper was not so sure either. After all, this bowl of noodle soup had


    been kept warm for several hours. It would be strange if the noodles were not muddled.