Chapter 656
Hearing her pliment'', Patrick''s thin lips could not help but curled up at the corners. A sigh of
relief heaved in his heart, and he said, "Of course. There are still so many things for you to learn
from me."
Amelia nodded, her eyes as calm as the surface of a peaceful, undisturbedke. "Well, I''ll definitely
take notes from your expansive experience."
She then wriggled her wrist around, wanting to pull her hand free of his grasp.
However, Patrick held onto her tightly. "Where were we?" asked Patrick, with a tease in his voice.
Amelia pursed her lips and kept silent. He had asked her whether she cared if one of thedies at
the nightclub had kept himpanyst night.
A few moments ago, she was eager to answer him that yes, she did care about it!
But at this moment, because of the intervention from the call, she lost the interest and enthusiasm
to reply to him.
"I... I forgot..." said Amelia perfunctorily.
He then drawled sluggishly, "Oh, you forgot? It doesn''t matter. I have the whole night to help you
recall."
Before she could react, her body became weightless in a split second, and her feet were off the
ground...
She then looked down only to find Patrick holding her up by her waist. His long, slender arm
wrapped around her abdomen, trapping and locking her in his embrace above her hip bones.
Patrick took a step forward and made way for her open bedroom.
"Hold on!" Amelia tightened her grip on the crane of his neck, slight anxiety dazzling in her bright
eyes.
Patrick frowned. He had always scowled on instinct whenever he heard Amelia say ''wait'' or ''hold on''
because it signified Amelia''s refusal to him!
But fortunately, Amelia''s next sentence was still eptable for Patrick. "Can we go to your room?"
Patrick raised his head and looked at the secondary bedroom. It was just two steps away, but still,
she insisted on going to his master bedroom. "It''s too far, so no."
With that, he carried the beauty in his arms and entered the secondary bedroom.
Of course, Amelia would not let him have his way!
She hooked his neck with one hand and tugged hard at his necktie with the other...
For a moment, Patrick began to wonder if Amelia wanted to strangle him.
When he focused his eyes on her face again, she tactfully lowered her hand and whined
affectionately, "To tell you the truth, I''ve started to miss the smell of your bed after sleeping in the
secondary bedroom these days..."
Patrick''s eyes seemed to have morphed into two heated and erupting volcanoes at her words...
Did he hear wrongly? She was actually flirting with him!
To make sure she stuck to her n, Amelia had no choice but to continue whining, "Mr. Hopper, can
we?"
"''Mr. Hopper, can we?''
Patrick raised his eyebrow and said in dual-meaning, "Of course, we can!"
As she wished, he then carried her to his room and put her down gently onto the bed.
He stood by the edge of the bed and looked down at her. "I''ll feel better if you''re more initiative
tonight."
And as long as he was happy, she would naturally share the benefits from it too.
Amelia knew exactly what he meant, so she got up and sat on her knees on thefy bed...
Her head was only at the level up to his chest, but it did not matter. She still had her hands, didn''t
she?
She raised one of her hands and put it on his cor line. Then, Amelia began to undo his ck tie
slowly and undtingly.
Her movement wasnguid. After all, she was not in a hurry to remove the tie. It also felt good to
take her time this way.
On the other hand, Patrick felt the opposite. He wished there was more time to make up for the
number of days they had lost from sleeping separately!
How could Amelia have known what he was thinking?
The more impatient he was, the slower she should pace herself. If not, the person who would be
tired out this night would be herself.
"Oh no!" Patrick face dulled at once, and Amelia looked up at him after her mistake, biting her lips
apologetically. "I''m so sorry, I made a mistake..."
Swatting her clumsy hand away, Patrick pulled at his tie around his neck that was tighter than
before, then asked gloomily, "Are you sure it was a mistake, not intentional?"
Amelia shook her head, feigning innocence. "I didn''t do it on purpose. I didn''t expect myself to be so
clumsy, I just wanted to untie it for you as quickly as possible, but my hand just didn''t listen to me..."
As Patrick stared at her with suspicion, his hands fumbled with the tangled tie at his neck.
He could usually undo his tie fairly easily, but it was particrly hard to remove it at this moment. He
then cursed in a low voice, then went to the bathroom!
Amelia shed a mischievous smile as she watched him go. But after a few seconds, she could not
get herself to keep up her smile anymore.
"I''m done!" When Patrick showed up again, the tie was cut up into pieces in his hand.
Amelia swallowed in nervousness. "What, what did you do to it?"
"Oh, I cut it," he answered lightly.
Only then did Amelia realize that Patrick had gone to the bathroom to look for a pair of scissors!
She forced a dryugh and said, "Mr. Hopper, you''re indeed so high efficient..."
ncing at her foul expression, Patrick thought to himself that she did tighten his tie on purpose.
But why was she dreading to be close to him?
But the more she did not want it, the more he wanted to give it to her! He would even give her so
much that she would not be able to stand it!
Sensing Patrick''s imposing manner rising to another level higher, Amelia stuttered, "Um, you''ve just
untied your tie. Shouldn''t I... do the rest of the work?"
Glimpsing at the clock on the wall, Patrick turned back and smiled at Amelia. "Time is money. Mrs.
Hopper doesn''t have to bother with the rest, I can do it myself."
Amelia wanted to weep right then and there.
Right then, Patrick''s phone rang again in the most untimely manner.
Amelia drew her brows together and asked, "Is that your unreasonable client again?"
"Impossible!" Patrick denied and quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket with his left hand. His
face dimmed the moment he saw the caller ID!
Then, Patrick merely held his phone and turned around to leave in a hurry.
He also did not forget to shut the door in the process.
Right this moment, Amelia waspletely forgotten by him, as if she was not there, to begin with.
Taking deep breaths, Amelia raised her hand and wiped her cheek, and under her touch was
nothing but a pool of tears...
Outside the door in the corridor.
Patrick looked back and made sure that the door to the bedroom was close before clicking on the
answer button. He answered pretty ferociously, almost growling, "Hello!"
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"Patrick, I..."
"What''s wrong?" He interrupted her with his hoarse voice.
"I''m worried about you." She was skilled in emphasising the right points. "I used the map to
calcte the distance and found that it was only about forty minutes of driving between my ce
and yours. But you haven''t texted me back for an hour, so I got worried about you and had no
choice but to break what we agreed on earlier..."
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