Chapter 547


    With that, Patrick strode a confident step forward.


    He had just happened to step on the toothpaste that had not been cleaned yet. As a result, he


    slipped and his whole body staggered.


    Amelia bit her lip hard that to hold back herughter.


    Patrick grabbed the sink with his hand and stabilized himself. He was furious with embarrassment


    and red at Amelia, "What are youughing at?"


    Amelia blinked innocently and asked, "Did Iugh?"


    She tried so hard to contain herughter to the point where it hurt her internally. She was sure that


    she did not let out even a smile.


    Patrick''s voice sounded as if he were forcing his words out. "Amelia Ramsay! I know you''re


    laughing!"


    Amelia nced at him, suddenly sat on the ground, and burst out inughter!


    Since he was dead sure that she wasughing at him, then instead of suppressing herself, she


    would ratherugh her heart out!


    A shadow loomed over Patrick''s face. The beauty of that previous moment turned into nothingness


    as his adoration for her twisted into the desire of


    strangling her.


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    He began his insult. "Are you doneughing? Even your gums are showing!"


    "Ah!" Amelia pursed her lips on reflex. After all, image was important for a woman.


    This time, it was Patrick''s turn tough. He said, "Youugh even when you know you''re ugly when


    you do it."


    Amelia threw her hands up and said, "I may look ugly when Iugh, but it''s less ugly than when you


    made a fool of yourself."


    Patrick was so enraged that he kicked the dirty slipper in front of Amelia and ordered, "Clean it up


    for me!"


    Amelia stared at therge slipper and said in a yful tone, "Are you pleading to me to do this?"


    Patrick expressed proudly, "I''m ordering you!"


    Hearing this, Amelia immediately became unhappy and said, "Oh, then I''m sorry. You''d better ask


    Huxton to wash it for you tomorrow."


    "I want you to wash it for me! Here, take the two of them!"


    With that, Patrick kicked the other slipper that was not stained. This time, he had overexerted his


    strength. The slippers bounced back from the ground and hit Amelia in her knee.


    Seeing that she was hit, a hint of distress shed across Patrick''s eyes, but he soon resumed his


    haughty look of indifference.


    She rubbed her knees. Although it did not hurt a lot, Amelia felt a little ufortable.


    If she was displeased, then naturally, she would vent her anger. So, she threw Patrick''s slippers


    back at him one by one. "B*stard, if you want to wash them, then you can do it yourself. I won''t


    serve you!"


    At such a close distance, Patrick could only dodge one of the slippers. The sole of the other slippers


    landed firmly on his left chest. It was even the one with the toothpaste on it!


    Patrick, who was germophobic, could not stand it. He shook off his pajamas and tossed it onto


    Amelia''s head. He was so maddened that he said, "Wash that too! Otherwise, you''re not allowed to


    sleep!"


    "Lunatic!" With his pajama hung over her head, Amelia glowered at Patrick through the gaps with a


    pair of watery eyes ignited with fury.


    Patrick''s arms and chest were bare. "I''m a lunatic. What can you do about it?"


    D*mn it!


    Amelia lowered her head and looked around. She wanted to see if there was anything she could


    throw to Patrick. However, she had already cleaned up the floor. There was nothing she could find


    as a hidden weapon.


    That was not true! She still had herself!


    Gritting her teeth, Amelia stood up from the ground and flung herself forward right into Patrick''s


    chest!


    The saying was true, birds of a feather flocked together.


    Just as Amelia was so outraged to use herself as the hidden weapon, she followed Patrick''s


    footsteps and identally stepped on the little smear of toothpaste on the ground. As her body


    swayed, her lips directly fell onto the left pec of Patrick''s chest.


    The feeling on her lips, how to describe it...


    Wait a minute, why was she in the mood to study this now?


    When Amelia came back to her senses, her first reaction was to cover her face and run away, but


    she found herself quickly trapped in Patrick''s arms. He lowered his eyes and frowned at her. "You


    thug, were you feeling me up just now?"


    "Ah, no... It was just an ident!" Amelia admitted that she could not bear the title of a female


    ''thug''.


    "Just admit that you have been drooling over my body for a long time, am I right?" The hinting in


    Patrick''s eyes drifted and teased her yfully.


    It was no wonder that Patrick would say so. Because every time they did things of that sort, except


    when Amelia asional interest to kiss his face, she rarely ''intruded'' into other uncharted


    territories.


    Now that the precious opportunity hadnded itself directly into his arms, he had to teach her a


    lesson.


    Amelia gave a dryugh and said, "It''s quite crude to say that I ''drool'' over you. It''s just


    appreciation, appreciation!"


    "You appreciate it, don''t you? Okay! Come on, I''ll give you a chance to fully appreciate it." Patrick


    emphasized the word ''fully''.


    Amelia ruefully exined, "Ah... Okay, then let go of me first. So that I can see your body clearly."


    Now that they were standing so close to each other, her entire vision was filled with his face. She


    could not see any other part of him.


    Patrick held her in ce with his forehead and put his thin lips on the trembling edge of her mouth.


    He said, "Instead of using your eyes, you can still use your mouth and your hand to feel it..."


    Amelia put up her hand between them, rolled her eyes, and said, "Let go of me first, okay?"


    Patrick humphed and let go of her reluctantly, but


    still keeping his fit arm around her waist.


    Amelia threw back her head. After observing Patrick''s figure hastily, she praised monotonously,


    "Well, it''s perfect. But it''s nighttime, don''t you feel cold?"


    "Go and put on some clothes! You stripping maniac!" wished Amelia.


    Patrick replied naturally, "Of course I''m cold, cold from your neglect."


    "Huh?" Amelia looked as if she had misheard. Why did this cold and impassive man always be


    so sultry when it came down to this kind of situation?


    Patrick''s attention slowly fell onto his chest. "You see, how can you only kiss the left side and


    neglect the right?"


    Amelia was rendered speechless. "I told you, that was just an ident!"


    Patrick said seriously, "Then why didn''t you do it properly during the ''ident''? I''ll give you another


    chance for an ''ident''."


    Amelia replied a vague "Oh," and felt that she should not let Patrick take all the advantages. "I still


    have a lot of work to do."


    "What?" Patrick was dismayed.


    Amelia sniffled and whined in a nasal voice, "For example, I haven''t washed your slippers yet..."


    "Leave it!" "Your pajamas too..."


    "Leave it!"


    "The floor still needs to be mopped..."


    "Leave it all!" Patrick was full of determined heroism.


    "Well..." Amelia said with pity, "I''ve stepped on toothpaste again."


    Patrick picked her up in one fell swoop, left the toilet, and headed straight to the bathroom. "I''ll help


    you wash it!"


    As for tonight, it was hard to pinpoint whether it was Patrick who had taught Amelia a lesson or was


    it Amelia to Patrick.