Chapter 504
Patrick and Huxton fell silent.
"Well, you two go ahead and y. I''m going to make breakfast."
The two men stood in reverie and blinked dazedly at her. Amelia did not forget to take the boning
knife from Huxton before making her way to the kitchen.
It was not until Amelia''s figure disappeared into the door to the kitchen that Huxton said to Patrick,
at a loss of what to say, "Mr. Hopper, I..."
Patrick raised a hand and said calmly before Huxton could continue, "You may leave."
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Seeing that Patrick had no intention of further questioning him, Huxton breathed a sigh of relief and
said, "Yes, Mr. Hopper."
Hiding behind the door of the kitchen, Amelia watched the situation unfold and broke out in cold
sweat for Huxton. Fortunately, she acted dumb. Otherwise, she had no idea how Patrick would
torment her next!
Before she could look away, her eyes were caught by Patrick from the other side of the room.
Patrick raised his eyebrows lightly and approached her.
Amelia instinctively wanted to escape as soon as she saw him. However, there was only one exit to
the kitchen, and it was blocked by Patrick, who hade up to her.
Nervous, she picked up a frying pan and used it as a shield in front of her chest. "Go away!"
With such a voice, it sounded more like whining than a reproach. At this, a me ignited throughout
Patrick''s body, "Do you think a frying pan can stop me?"
"That''s better than nothing!" Amelia waved the pan in the air gently and threatened, "If youe
over again, I''ll p your face tter than the pan."
Stopping three steps away from her, Patrick solemnly promised, "Then I won''t."
However, just as Amelia was reassured and put the pan back to in front of her chest, Patrick
reached out and grabbed her wrist.
His strength was overwhelming, so Amelia could not help but loosen her grip on the pan.
Seeing this, Patrick''s other hand caught it smoothly before it fell to the ground.
Amelia was angered and her eyes had turned red, which made Patrick eager to hold her in his arms
and make up for what he did.
"Liar, let me go!"
Patrick let her go as she wished and asked in a caring but teasing tone, "Does it still hurt? Let me
rub it for you."
Amelia looked at his crocodile tears with contempt and said, "I don''t want you to rub it. I want you to
give the pan back to me and let me take a swing at you!"
Patrick turned around and put the pan at a ce where it was out of Amelia''s reach. Under her
aggrieved gaze, he turned his head back and said, "You''re not Wolnie, and I''m not Wolffy who''s
bullied by his wife. Such a weapon as a frying pan doesn''t suit you."
"You''ve also watched ''Pleasant Goat and Big Bad Wolf''?" Amelia was surprised by the fact that
there was truly nothing too bizarre in this world.
"I''ve watched a little with Andrew and Ashley. Is that strange?"
Amelia corrected him,"It''s not strange, it''s very strange!"
Patrick lowered his head and gave his attention to her belly. His gaze softened. "One day, when we
have our own children, we''ll apany them no matter what cartoon they want to watch."
"Ah." Amelia responded automatically.
"So, we have to work hard now," Patrick said, then began to corner her andy his hands on her.
"Don''t...others will see it." Amelia consciously reached out to stop him, but when she saw his
darkened re, her body mellowed and be numb as if she had been struck by lightning.
"As long as you don''t move around, no one will see you." Patrick''s height was his advantage. From
an outsider''s point of view, they would only see that he was busy in the kitchen alone.
This also made Amelia unable to stop his boldness. She could only let him kiss her small hands,
kiss her lips, and then continue further down...
"Don''t you have enough..." A faint mist was gathering in Amelia''s eyes. Droplets were swirling in her
ck pupils and waiting to fall. Her choked-up eyes and hesitant tears were alluringly captivating.
"Not enough," Patrick grunted. This was proof of the peak of his passion.
At this moment, Amelia heard someone walking by the kitchen door. She thought that it might be
Huxton orthose men in ck. She pleaded in a trembling voice, "Patrick! Stop it! Someone is
coming!"
As soon as she finished, a man d in ck stepped into the kitchen with one foot and cast a
nce in their direction.
Just a few seconds ago, Amelia was pulled into a mess by Patrick. Seeing someone wasing in,
she shyly buried her head into Patrick''s chest, and her hand holding onto his coat tightened again.
Reaching out to hold Amelia''s slender arm and protecting her, Patrick glowered at the ck-d
man who was obviously stunned, "Piss off!"
" " The man in ck hurriedly turned and left.
Patrick, who was still far from satisfied, memorized the man''s appearance and waited for afterward
to settle with him.
Turning back around, he saw that Amelia''s pajamas had been ravaged by him. The neckline was
loosened, showing her graceful neck and the definitive shape of her corbone. He took in a heavy
breath and tilted her chin up, trying to capture her lips.
But Amelia turned her head and avoided him. Her cheeks were flushed because of his overly
intimate affection.
Seeing that she was refusing him, a shadow loomed over Patrick''s handsome face at once. "I''ve
already put down the thought of having you right here right now. What''s wrong with a kiss?"
He did not know how to lower his voice when he said things like this as if there were only the two of
them at home. Amelia was so embarrassed that she muttered angrily, "Can you be any more
shameless? There are others in the house!"
"How am I shameless for wanting a kiss?" The ravenous man stuck back to this point.
Amelia could not bear it any longer and said, "Can you get out..."
"No!" Patrick answered firmly.
"If you don''t go out, then I''ll go!" Amelia said coldly and wanted to get rid of him.
But as soon as she turned to leave, she was shoved onto the stove by Patrick. His bright eyes fell
on her glinting red lips, and he said thoughtfully, "I''ll leave unless..."
Amelia could not wait to ask, "Unless what?"
Patrick shed a warm smile and said, "Unless you give me a kiss!"
" " What was the difference between that and him
kissing her?
Amelia carefully made theparison and found that there was a difference after all. Generally, it
was a deep kiss whenever he kissed her. But when she did it, she could easily stop whenever she
liked.
With her bright eyes curved, Amelia puckered her delicate lips at him, signaling for Patrick to lower
his head.
Patrick lowered his head to cooperate. He even took the initiative to get his face closer to hers. One
could almost see a wolf tail swinging away behind him.
To prevent this man from going back on his word, Amelia carefully asked, "Where do you want me
to kiss you?"
Patrick had actually wanted to reply to kiss all over his body. But for the sake of Amelia''s decorum,
Patrick pointed to his lips.