Chapter 986
What?
Amelia looked at him, petrified. Could she tear up the contract now and ask Patrick to draft a new
one?
While she was still in a daze, Patrick took the opportunity and went forward to steal two more kisses
from her.
Before his desire got the better of him, Patrick dutifully stayed away from her. He patted her cheeks
and instructed in a hoarse voice, "Stop daydreaming already. Go wash your face ande back. I''ll
help you apply your eye medicine."
Amelia blinked her eyes in disbelief and then quickly pushed him away when she realized what had
happened.
Patrick had already nned to let her go, so she managed to push him away easily. He leisurely
leaned against the headboard, ncing at her with a smile.
As her eyes met his deep ones, Amelia felt as if the seat under her was burned by a hot iron.
Without even wearing her slippers, she rushed into the bathroom.
Patrick chuckled and switched into azy position whilst he continued to lean against the
headboard.
As long as he slept with her, even if only for an hour, he would be full of energy once he woke up.
On the contrary, if the space next to him was empty without her existence, even if he were to take
one year''s worth of leave from work, he would still be in low spirits.
After washing her face, brushing her teeth in the bathroom, and finished up at the toilet bowl, she
then slowly opened the bathroom door and walked out.
At first nce, she saw that Patrick was still in her room. He looked so rxed, as if he was in a
resort!
"Come here and lie down. I''ll help you with your eye drops," Patrick said while shaking the bottle in
his hand.
Amelia took a closer look. Patrick was probably afraid that she would run away from him again, so
he clutched the medicine as tightly as he could.
Seeing her stand still, Patrick added slowly, "If you don''te over soon, your eyes will start to itch
again."
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Amelia''s eyes were fine when Patrick did not say it, but once he said it, she did not know whether it
was a psychological effect but she immediately felt an itch in her left eye.
She walked over, resigned to fate, but did not lie down on the bed next to him. Instead she sat close
to the edge of the bed. Then she raised her face andmanded Patrick, "Just help me apply like
this!"
Patrick really helped her with the drops just like that.
Just after dripping the medicine, Patrick immediately noticed that Amelia wanted to put her little chin
down. Patrick instantaneously reached out his hand and pinched it up in ce while he ordered in a
deep voice, "What are you hurrying for? Let the medicine nourish your eyes for a bit before doing
anything else!"
"All right..." The reason why Amelia was so anxious was because she did not want to give Patrick a
chance to take advantage of.
However, when she heard that Patrick did not seem to have any intention in doing anything
remotely sexual to her, she was no longer so eager to leave.
After about ten seconds or so, Patrick took his hand away from her chin and said softly, "You can
open your eyes now."
"Okay," Amelia answered and slowly opened her eyes.
Since the eye drops had not been fully absorbed yet, Patrick noticed that there was a gleam at the
rim of her eye. As she gently blinked, the light gathered into tears and rolled down her cheeks.
For some reason, Patrick''s heart skipped a beat.
He felt that he was really sick. Otherwise, why would he be so hungry for Amelia? Why did he feel
like crushing her so much to make her cry?
After the blurriness in her eyes faded, Amelia immediately ordered Patrick, "I''m going to change
clothes now. Please go out!"
Originally, Patrick nned to go out. Later, after hearing Amelia inform him what she wanted to do,
he immediately refused to leave.
Amelia cursed him as a shameless man, but he epted it as apliment.
Since time was running out, Amelia had no choice but to get up and head to her wardrobe to pick
out a suit for work. Then she went into the bathroom to change!
With a teasing tone, Patrick caught up to her from behind. "We''re an old couple. Why are you still so
shy?"
Amelia could not help but retorted defiantly, "Who''s the old couple? I''m only in my early 20s this
year, and you''re already in your mid-30s! You''re the only old one here, okay?"
Before Patrick could say anything else, Amelia furiously closed the door of her bathroom.
When she emerged again, Patrick had already disappeared.
Amelia decided that maybe Patrick left because he was angry at her. Unconcerned, she fished out
her leather handbag from her cloakroom and proceeded to sweep her hair up into a high ponytail in
front of the vanity mirror.
After repeatedly confirming that her red-eye had been cured to the point where it could not be found
out without careful observation, she then stepped out.
Although Amelia had relied on the rm to wake her up early in the morning. However, Patrick''s
teasing had caused dy to her preparing of porridge for breakfast.
In a bad mood, Amelia walked towards the refrigerator and took out a box of frozen dumplings and
leftovers fromst night. She threw them into a pot and boiled them together. Then, she ced the
cold vegetables into the microwave and heated them up.
Amelia put the reheated food on the table with both hands. When she wanted to eat them while it
was still hot, she caught sight of Patrick walking over, pulling the chair opposite of her, and sat
down.
The suit on his body had been changed. It seemed that he had gone back to his room to take a
bath. He looked energetic and handsome.
Oh, it was worth mentioning that a second before Patrick sat down, he snatched Amelia''s dumplings
away.
After sitting down, hemented good naturedly, "Amelia, how could you eat dumplings without
vinegar?"
Amelia clenched her teeth and did not want to argue with him about the vinegar. Irritated, she
asked, "Why do you always keep trailing after me?"
Patrick took a nce at her and asked in a questioning tone, "If I remember correctly... This is my
home, right?"
"Yes, sure, okay! I''m the one who''s apparently trailing after you now!" Amelia argued angrily.
Patrick was worried that he went a bit too far and that Amelia would run away from home, so he
quicklyforted her. "I didn''t mean it that. You don''t have to me yourself."
Wait a minute. Was this supposed to be a constion?
Patrick knew that he was quite awkward, but he did not expect that his sweet talk could be so...
touching.
ncing at Amelia''s ashen face, he decided to
distract her by some delicious food, and so he coaxed, "The leftovers that you just reheated, look
like they''re getting cold already."
Amelia quickly sat down.
Patrick saw her sit down and he was immediately in a better mood.
He looked down and found two pairs of cutleries by the table.
There was a warm feeling in his heart. Amelia was far from being as heartless as she said.
Otherwise, why would she prepare his cutleries too?
Noticing the look in his eyes, Amelia raised her eyebrows slightly. Preparing things out of habit was
maybe a dangerous thing after all...
After breakfast, Amelia hurried to work.
Patrick knew that her car had been lent to a friend that he did not know, so he grabbed the keys at
his hand and said to her, "I''ll fetch you to work today."
Amelia turned around and refused him out-rightly, "I''ve already booked an Uber, so you can save a
bit of petrol money by not sending me there.
Upon hearing this, Patrick frowned and asked, "Booking an Uber? What the hell is that?"
Amelia snorted. "You''re old, aren''t you? You don''t have to deny this fact. If you want to know, go
search on the Inte by on your own. I''ll take my
leave first."