Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 828

Seeing that Sissi had temporarily stopped what she was doing and the worry in her eyes beginning to subside,

Patrick looked at her and repeated, "Sissi! Control yourself!"

At this moment, the elevator reached the 13th floor, and Patrick continued to swipe the card, and twist the

knob...

After pushing the door open and seeing that the interior of the room was not plastered in flowery patterns nor

embellished with heart-shaped decorations, only then did Patrick's face began to turn better. After staying at the

door for a moment to confirm that there was no strange smell, Patrick then felt relieved and walked in with Sissi

in his arms.

With sdifficulty, Patrick then pried Sissi off of him, who had firmly latched onto him. Patrick pushed her onto

the large bed, then gasped for breath by the window.

It was not because he was experiencing a reaction to Sissi but because after soaking in cold water and facing the

night breeze, his fever, which was

beginning to recover, was rising again!

"Patrick..." Even in the most ordinary bed, Sissi was still able to portray the sultriest of her charms.

Leaning on the windowsill, Patrick took in her entrancing state and turned around to push open the window

without thinking. The gusts of wind coming in could help Sissi sober up.

Then, Patrick cast a glance at Sissi, puzzled. They had already left the couple room for quite a long time, was the

effect of the medication not fading yet?

To prevent Sissi from getting out of bed and doing what she desired to him, Patrick had no choice but to take two

towels from the bathroom, and under her eager gaze, cruelly tied her hands to the head of the bed.

Sissi refused to give up and tugged her hands a couple of times, grunting a few times in the process. As for

Patrick, he went to sit still by the window and guarded against her.

Slowly, Sissi stopped squirming around and turned her head. It looked like she had fallen asleep.

Patrick assumed she was tired out from the struggling. However, he did not know that it was because Sissi felt

too embarrassed and shameful about herself. So, she pretended to be asleep to escape the bruta reality.

From the moment Patrick carried her into the room, Sissi had already sobered up. She wanted to try to fight for

more, but Patrick did not give her any more chance...

With that thought in mind, Sissi started to sob soundly. However, she was afraid that Patrick would discover she

was pretending to be asleep. So, all she could do was bite the pillow to muffle her cries and let her tears wet the

pillow sheet.

20 minutes later...

Patrick called out to her tentatively, "Sissi." Seeing that there was no response, he thought that she was most

likely asleep.

Relaxing the crease between his brows, Patrick straightened up from the sofa and made his way to the

bathroom.

And when he emerged, there was a clean bathrobe in his hand.

Looking down, he swept his gaze across Sissi's beautiful side profile. After making sure that she was actually

asleep, Patrick untied the towel on her wrists.

Noticing that the towels had made red marks on her skin, he could not resist but massaged them with his thumb.

Then, he lifted Sissi's with one hand on her back and quickly took off the wet towel on her with the other hand.

Immediately after that, he put on the clean bathrobe for her.

His actions were rapid, and he did not let his gaze stray in the process. After all, as he had said before, he could

not fully get rid himself of distracting thoughts whenever Sissi was before him.

After making a simple, rough knot on Sissi's bathrobe, Patrick assisted her soft body to lie back down again and

then covered her with the quilt.

While getting up from the bedside, Patrick raised his hand and looked at his watch to find that it was already

half-past two in the morning. He wanted to go back to Land of Fragrance, but his head was heavy, and his body

was feeling weak.

In the end, he decided to stay the night in the next room to Sissi's. The two fell asleep one after the other,

soundly and peacefully.

The next day.

At the crack of dawn, Patrick heard a notification from his phone. He then propped up his body, which was even

warmer and heavier than his condition yesterday, and felt around the bedside table for his phone.

Looking down at his phone, Patrick saw 2 words, 'New Message’, on his screen.

He clicked on it. But after realising that it was from Sissi, he felt...disappointed.

Though he was reluctant to admit it, he had made an unconscious guess on whether the message would be from

Amelia, checking up on him and his fever.

But after scrolling through his messages, he confirmed that he had only received one message from Sissi and

gritted his teeth dejectedly.

As it turned out, Amelia was indeed that heartless. Patrick was so ill that he was on the verge of dying, but she

did not even bother to ask about him.

Fuming mad, he clicked to open the text message from Sissi. As read through it, Patrick's handsface

darkened instantly.

"Patrick, please forgivefor leaving without saying goodbye. I'm now on my way to school. | didn't tell you in

person because I'm ashamed about what happened last night and felt too embarrassed to see you."

"Patrick, you're a man with a family. No matter how much I like you, | shouldn't have done those things to you. It

was crossing the boundary."

"Fortunately... Unlike my unrestrained self, you're a man with a great sense of self-control and responsibility. That

woman is blessed to be your wife..." "I've thought about it. It's better that we don't meet each other for this

period of tas | think | should take stout to calm my feelings for you."

"I hope the next t| see you, | can muster the courage to tell you I'm sorry..."

After reading every single word of Sissi's text message, Patrick's heart twinged with pain.

He did not expect that what happened last night would inflict such a huge effect on Sissi. She even belittled

herself as an 'unrestrained' woman... But she had totally misunderstood everything!

The reason why he refused her was that he did not wish to hurt her!

He had always cherished her, so naturally, he did not want her to make any move in a groggy state for her to

regret her actions afterwards.

Worried that Sissi would think too much, Patrick gave her a call. But she hung up on him each the dialled.

Clutching his phone in his hands, Patrick could not stop his mind from worrying for Sissi.

On the other side...

In a taxi, Sissi hung up the third call from Patrick, looking gleeful and proud.

To remain on a man's mind, hard work and sacrifice were not enough. Occasionally, it was necessary to use

stricks.

Such a move was undoubtedly quite risky as if the teasing was overdone or underdone, one might make a fool of

herself.

However, from her years of experience dealing with men, Sissi was skilled at this.

These days, she had been taking enough initiatives when it cto Patrick.

It seemed it had reached the point where Patrick had begun to misunderstand her and thought it was easy to

coo her. He might think he would always find her behind him, keenly looking at him, whenever he turned to find

her.

Since that was the case, she had to let go of him at the right tand give him the cold shoulder. After what

happened last night, this was a good opportunity forthat.

Looking out at the sky outside the car window, a cold look flashed across Sissi's face as she thought, "Amelia,

our battle for Patrick has just begun!"

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