Chapter 542


    Patrick was not willing to part with the tasty prey in his arms. When Amelia struggled to get up, he


    immediately ced his palm at the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss.


    Amelia was speechless.


    A momentter, under her re of angry protest, Patrick let go of her and said in a muffling voice


    with dissatisfaction, "Stupid woman, don''t you know better to close your eyes during a kiss?"


    "Kiss? You forced it on me!" Amelia unceremoniously swatted Patrick''s hands away from her waist


    and climbed off Patrick''sp.


    Patrick touched his lips and asked, "Didn''t you enjoy it the same in the end?"


    "You!" Amelia was about to retort when she heard Dr. Scarlett''s cautiously calling for her from the


    corridor outside the door. She cursed in her heart, "Oh no." Then, she turned around and left,


    ignoring Patrick.


    Patrick''s face unconsciously drew taut when Amelia disregarded him. If only Dr. Scarlett was not a


    woman, Patrick would not have let her get away with this so easily.


    As Amelia walked out of the study, she caught sight of Dr. Scarlett not far away. She called softly,


    "Dr. Scarlett!"


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    Dr. Scarlett turned around and saw Amelia waving at her with her mobile phone in her hand. She


    breathed a sigh of relief and ran quickly toward her. "Miss Amelia, I thought you were in trouble!"


    Amelia could not help butugh. "This is my home. What can go wrong?"


    Dr. Scarlett said worryingly, "I saw Mr. Patrick''s expression when he went upstairs just now. And


    then you went and helped me to get my phone, but there was no sound of activity from you. I


    thought there was a homicide..."


    Ameliaughed louder now. "Dr. Scarlett, do you watch thriller movies a lot?"


    Dr. Scarlett was surprised and asked, "How did you know?"


    Amelia beamed. "Because your imagination is too wild!"


    Dr. Scarlett was serious and said, "Stop joking around, I was really worried about you!"


    Amelia quickly added, "Well, I know you were worried about me. But think about it. Although Patrick


    has a face of a murderer, he''s not stupid enough to kill at home. Because this way, the police will


    link it to him right away. Am I right?"


    Dr. Scarlett patted her chest and said, "Well, it seems that I had thought too much."


    Seeing that Dr. Scarlett was genuinely concerned that Patrick would murder her, Amelia was both


    touched and amused.


    "By the way, Dr. Scarlett," Amelia remembered and returned the phone to her. "Back to its rightful


    owner."


    "Thank you." After Dr. Scarlett received the phone carefully as if she was handling a baby, she said


    to Amelia, "Then I''ll head home first."


    Amelia nodded and said, "Well, I''ll see you off."


    After sending Dr. Scarlett off, Amelia returned to the living room only to find Patrick descending the


    stairs from the second floor, dressed and suited up.


    This man looked good in everything. He was like a living and breathing hormone, handsome no


    matter in pajamas or sportswear. Not to mention that when he wore formal suits especially, like now,


    he was exceptionally eye-catching.


    While staring at him, Amelia felt a sense of uncertainty rose in her heart.


    She thought that Dr. Scarlett''s description of Patrick at noon was not urate enough. Not only was


    his personality hard to take in, but his entire being was also difficult to handle!


    However, a sliver of glory and charm would cause countless women to fall head over heels for him.


    Presumably, any woman who married him would feel a tremendous amount of pressure.


    Fortunately, this man maintained his moral integrity. Otherwise, she, Mrs. Hopper, would be tired


    out.


    While she was in her own mind, Patrick came in front of her. He lowered his eyes and said, "I''m


    going out."


    Amelia could not help but ask, "Where are you going thiste?"


    Patrick repliedzily, "Nowhere special, just wandering around nearby."


    "When will youe back?"


    "Before dawn."


    Amelia envied him for being able to go out for such a long time while she had to be scrutinized even


    for just a stroll.


    With a sigh, she waved her hand in low spirit and said, "Okay, be careful on the way."


    Just when she thought that Patrick was in a hurry to leave, he suddenly pinched her cheek with two


    of his fingers. He watched her from left to right, up to down. The longer he stared, the crease


    between his brows increased in intensity, and the more painful the pinch was.


    Amelia cried out in pain, "Patrick, you''re hurting me!"


    After the reminder, Patrick loosened his grip on her cheek. However, his handsome face was still


    sour. He said, "You don''t have anything else to say to me except to be careful on the road?"


    Amelia registered his ominous words, but she didn''t give him any significant reaction. "What else do


    you want to hear? For example,e home early?"


    Patrick could not bear it any longer and made a hypothesis for her himself. "Aren''t you afraid that I''ll


    find another woman behind your back?"


    Amelia was stunned and asked him back in confusion, "Will you?"


    Patrick raised his eyebrows and said, "What if I told you I would?"


    Amelia answered helplessly, "How long does it take for you to get off? Even if I can prevent it


    tonight, can I prevent it tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? And the day after? I can''t be like you,


    sending a mob to follow you around and monitor your actions all the time. Right?"


    Patrick raised his chin and asked with a sharp gaze, "That is to say, you don''t care?"


    He hoped that she cared! In other words, he wanted to turn her into someone like himself!


    He hoped that while he had a possessive desire for her, she would also want to keep him to herself


    all the time!


    This was the concept of love that he understood!


    "I care. Of course, I care!" For a wife to say she did not care about her husband finding another


    woman, she could only be hypocritical or crazy.


    In his relief, Amelia chose to not tire herself out. "But instead of doubting you, I trust you more."


    With this, Patrick''s mood becameplicated to the extreme. He wanted Amelia to restrain him


    and bind him down, but Amelia chose to give him freedom.


    When he closed his eyes and opened them again, the stillness in Patrick''s eyes was back. He did


    not want to change his way of doing things. If he did, he would not be himself anymore.


    He lowered his head and lightly pecked her on the cheek. Patrick murmured in a hurry, "I''m going."


    When his kissnded on her face, a swarm of butterflies loomed in Amelia''s stomach.


    "Hmm, I''ll see you off." She half-closed her eyes to conceal her shyness as she spoke, barely


    audible.


    Watching the luxurious sports car disappeared into the night, Amelia innocently raised her fingers


    and caressed the spot where Patrick had kissed her.


    No matter how many times they had found themselves to be close with each other, at every single


    approach, she could still hear the sound of her heart thumping.


    In the suburbs, outside a dpidated building.


    When Patrick got off the car, two men in ck on guard duty at the door came up to him and said,


    "Mr. Hopper, you''re here!"