Chapter 838


    Amelia locked eyes with Patrick when she said, "If you keep being like this, I''m leaving at this


    instance."


    Patrick secretly examined the current situation they were trapped in. He had pinned Amelia under


    his arms and legs. How would she even get up?


    Though he wanted to devour Amelia right then and there, the more sensible part of his brain was


    repeatedly persuading him to calm down. Once heid a finger on her, Amelia would never step into


    his territory ever again.


    Therefore, with a fierce facade, Patrick pretended righteously and said to Amelia, "I won''t touch you,


    and you won''t run away."


    The corners of Amelia''s lips twitched. Were they going to maintain this risky, fragile, ident-prone


    posture for the entire night?


    "No! I... I''m going back soon."


    "If you insist, I''ll do it to you right now. Then I''ll let you go afterwards."


    Amelia gasped in silence. Did Paisley not tell her that he was severely ill?


    What a liar!


    From the moment she entered the house till this very moment, other than Patrick''s appearance


    being a little wan, he was full of vim and vigor everywhere else. He was nowhere near as sick as


    what Paisley had described to her on the phone!


    "What do you think? I''m not forcing you, so feel free to tell me your decision."


    While Amelia was upset, Patrick leaned closer and touched his forehead with hers. Hethen hovered


    his lips and warm breath right above her, attempting to disrupt her sense of reasoning with his


    charm.


    Amelia was maddened by his seemingly virtuous but rogue question. She asked, "Are you letting


    Huxton back?"


    Hearing her, Patrick''s eyes zed over, "I don''t like hearing you talking about an irrelevant man''s


    name when you''re lying down under me."


    Amelia was stubborn. "Then you can let me go."


    Ayer of frost shadowed Patrick''s handsome face, and for a moment, he wanted so badly to tear


    her apart. "Do you need Huxton so bad? Don''t forget! He''s just a butler!"


    Amelia rebutted, "And it''s precisely because he''s the butler that he''s important!"


    The harmonious atmosphere from the start spiralled into a state of tension because of the recent


    conflict between the two.


    Amelia''s face flushed crimson from anger, her two rows of pearly white teeth slightly peeking


    through her parted red lips. Patrick had no idea where to look. Regardless, she was adorable to


    him, no matter it was her blushing cheeks or neat teeth!


    Amelia was still furious. She seethed, "Do you know how at ease it was for me to stay at home


    when Huxton was the butler? Because he was here, and Dr. Jagger was also here, we were both


    protected and fed. Now, look at what''s happening in this house. Without them, the kitchen is lonely


    and cold! To be honest, I''m spoiled that way. I''m already used to life with the housekeeping and


    cooking taken care of for me. It''ll be hell if I have to go cook again!"


    Amelia strung up some lies in her truth. She had heightened Huxton and Dr. Jagger''s importance in


    the house and even said that she was sozy recently that she could not live without them. She did


    all of this hoping Patrick would change his mind and be merciful.


    To which Patrick replied, "About the butler, I''ve given it some thoughts..."


    Amelia''s eyes lit up, holding her breath and listening attentively.


    "I can hire a new one for you. How many do you need? What country do you prefer them toe


    from? Do you have any special requirements for their appearances? Oh, by the way, it''s better to


    hire a woman instead. They''re more thoughtful and attentive," Patrick admitted, expressing a hint of


    selfishness in hisst sentence.


    Amelia was stunned by the series of questions directed at her. It sounded like he was considerate,


    but he was actually beating around the bush with her.


    Amelia was annoyed to the extreme. "I only want Huxton!"


    In a fit of pique, Amelia recanted Huxton''s name over and over, washed over with an urge to cry all


    of a sudden.


    Under Patrick''s icy gaze, she sobbed from indignance, "Why do you have to drive away everyone


    that I care about? I don''t have many friends, but I cherish every single one of them. Milton is


    abroad, and Jessica distanced away from me because of her mother. It took me a lot of effort to


    make friends with Huxton and Dr. Jagger. How can you break us up?"


    Patrick''s dark, bottomless eyes fixated on her. He then spat sharply, "You asked me why I have to


    drive everyone away from you, right?"


    "Yes..." Amelia looked at him expectantly while nervous. She did not know what kind of answer he


    would give her.


    Patrick raised his hand and pinched her face. A smile seemed to appear on his face when he said,


    ''Actually, I want to know too."


    Amelia was speechless.


    Smoothing out her disappointed furrow between her brows with a light touch of his fingertip, the


    answer slowly emerged in Patrick''s heart.


    The reason why he did that was probably that... As long as he expelled everything that she cared,


    liked, or depended on, he would be the one and only person in her life.


    Knock, knock, knock...


    Just then, a few knocks on the door untimely sounded from the door.


    Before Patrick could reply, the person outside the door called out delightedly, "Patrick, I know you


    wish to kill me right now. But as a doctor, I need to tell you that you''d better not get wild with your


    wife at this time. You don''t want to infect her with your cold.


    That''s all. You both can continue now."


    Watching as the expression on Patrick''s face became darker, Amelia wondered if Paisley did that


    on purpose.


    If Paisley wanted to remind them, why did she not remind them as soon as Amelia entered the


    house?


    In Amelia''s view, it seemed that Paisley had deliberatelye to knock on the door at this timing to


    cause trouble.


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    Out of the corner of her eyes, Amelia nced at Patrick with a thoughtful look. Then, she figured it


    out afterwards.


    It must have been because of Patrick''sck of cooperation with Paisley''s treatment in the past two


    days, which annoyed her and caused her to take revenge with such a strike.


    Sigh. Paisley must be feeling great after her revenge, but she had left Amelia to clean up the mess


    after her!


    Noticing the chilling aura Patrick emanated, it was as if Amelia was the one who provoked him.


    "Please, settle the score with the person who picked the bone with you," thought Amelia. She was


    in full support of Patrick rushing out to get back at Paisley.


    Patrick red at her, displeased. "You''ve colluded with Paisley before this?"


    "Huh?" Amelia was aggrieved. She did not expect Paisley to knock at the door at this time either.


    "Trust me! I didn''t! In fact, think carefully about it. She''s only concerned for our health, doesn''t she?


    By the way, let me check your temperature."


    As Amelia spoke, she put her hand on Patrick''s forehead. In the next second, she was appalled.


    "Gosh! Why is your temperature still so high?"


    It seemed that she had misunderstood Paisley. Paisley was right indeed, and Patrick''s fever was


    still burning.


    She cast a look at Patrick withplex feelings. He must be mentally in turmoil to interact with her,


    wasn''t he?


    If she was the one with the fever, what she wanted the most was probably to plop down on the bed,


    then gradually fall asleep while holding the hand of who she trusted the most.