Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 978

Amelia fumed. "Patrick, what on earth do you want from me?"

Patrick stared at her exquisite face and exceptional physique while replying in a matter-of-fact manner, "I feel a little sleepy now. Come over here for me to cuddle."

Amelia's eyes widened. "Patrick, could you be any more shameless!"

"Of course I can." Patrick nodded and added seriously, "If you're still not satisfied, I'll repeat what I just said. I'm a little sleepy now, so come over and sleep with me."

Amelia was so furious that she almost lost her mind. "I'm warning you, if you don't let me go, I... I will jump out of your office window! And I'm not kidding!" Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Patrick was stunned for a moment and then asked playfully, "Are you sure you want to jump from my office window?"

Amelia blushed with hot-headedness and agreed, "Yes!"

"Very good." Patrick suddenly got up from his swivel chair and walked over to her.

"What are you trying to do? Ah!" Before Amelia's voice died away, Patrick had already dragged her towards him.

She stumbled all the way with him, and the two of them soon stood by the window edge.

The windows in Patrick's office were all connected to the floor and to the ceiling, and they were wiped clean by "Spider-Man" every day. At first glance, anyone would think that there were no windows at all.

Amelia had never been so close to the windows in Patrick's office. She looked at the endless traffic under the building, not to mention the number of people below who were as small as insects. They looked totally different from what she usually saw on the ground.

As she was lost in thought, Patrick suddenly pressed an inconspicuous button next to the curtain.

In next second, the window in front of Amelia began to tilt back slowly...

After a while, it formed a right-angled triangle with the floor.

Whew... whew... whew...

The wind blowing in tall buildings located at the center of the region was not something that could

be joked about.

Amelia felt a burst of continual stinging pain on her cheek, and she subconsciously wanted to take a step back.

In fact, when Patrick first lowered the window in front of her, she had the instinct to retreat.

However, due to the fact that she had spoken harshly in front of him, and that she did not have the fear of heights, Amelia forced herself to endure this treatment.

But the power of nature was not something that she, as a person borne with flesh and blood, could fight against.

Before she felt that her facial features were about to be blown away by the wind, Amelia reckoned that if she was terrified, there was no harm in showing that she was terrified, so she took a step back.

But as soon as she retreated, she fell into Patrick's arms, which were already waiting for this opportunity.

Amelia heard him say, "Didn't you say that you wanted to leave? Since the opportunity is in front of you. You should really grab this opportunity."

In his dreams!

Patrick was such a sc*mbag. Was it necessary to take what she simply said so seriously?

If she jumped down right this moment, two lives would be lost!

Two lives, did he understand?

Oh, that's right. He still was not aware about the fact that she was pregnant!

Seeing that Amelia was still in a daze even at this time, Patrick did not know whether he should be angry or to laugh at her.

He raised his hand and grabbed her by the waist. Exerting a bit of force, it was then impossible for her to ignore him.

Amelia shivered all over as Patrick pinched one of her sensitive areas!

After that, she could not help herself from panicking.

Unable to bear it anymore, Amelia asked, "Hey, hey... You're not going to use this posture to push me down, are you?"

"Why don't you take a guess?" Patrick taunted her with a faint smile as he bent over to kiss her pale ear.

When he noticed how Amelia slightly dodged his kiss, Patrick could not refrain his eyes from turning cold.

The more she refused to let him touch her, the more he would touch her thoroughly!

Forcefully, Patrick repositioned Amelia's tiny waist in front of him and wrapped it around him with one hand. Patrick lifted his other hand and grabbed her chin from behind and forced her to look out of the full-length window.

Patrick then pressed his side profile against Amelia's cold cheeks that were blown by the wind. He muttered as if he was her lover, "Will you choose to accompany me, or will you choose to leave?"

This was basically a murder scheme!

If she chose to accompany Patrick, it would be as dangerous as asking a tiger for its skin!

However, what if she chose to leave instead?

Amelia suddenly remembered the lyrics of a very encouraging song at this moment that read, "The Road In the Front"!

Noticing Amelia's downward gaze as if she was being put into a life and death situation, Patrick indifferently added on bluntly, "I don't have much time for my lunch break, so do hurry up. I'm giving you three seconds. You must either choose me or choose death. Three... two..."

Amelia did not utter a word. She could not believe that Patrick would really push her down!

Patrick frowned and continued counting, "One point nine...one point eight...one point seven..."

Amelia was dumbfounded when she heard him counting.

At the same time, she also made up her mind that Patrick would not actually push her to death.

After a while.

When Patrick finished counting to 'one', Amelia still refused to respond.

Having no other alternatives, he could only continue counting furiously. "Zero point nine nine...zero point nine eight...zero point nine seven..."

As long as he wanted to, he could keep counting on like this. Even if Patrick had finished counting to zero, he can continue with the negatives.

Unfortunately, Amelia's petite body could no longer withstand the fierce wind.

Withstanding the numbness on her face caused by the wind, she interrupted Patrick without looking back, "Could...you...could you...not...count anymore?"

Patrick suddenly stopped counting. "I won't stop until you give me a definite answer." He answered dryly.

Did she think that it was easy to count when the wind was blowing so fiercely?

Wrong!

Patrick felt the area from his mouth to his throat becoming extremely dry, as if all the water in his throat had been drained!

Gritting her teeth, Amelia ended the mutual game of torture. "I will...accompany... you! I'm willing to accompany you, okay?" B*stard!

Upon hearing this, a sense of victory flashed through Patrick's black eyes. "Wouldn't we have avoided the hassle if you've made your decision earlier on?"

After he finished talking, Patrick placed his arms around Amelia's waist and guided her to stand behind him.

He turned around and blocked the wind in front of her with his tall and sturdy figure.

Amelia felt a little better shielding herself away form the wind.

Her eyes stung and she felt very uncomfortable, so she lifted her hand to rub it. While rubbing, she thought that this might be caused by her trachoma.

As long her eye was exposed to the wind, she would burst into tears.

Since Amelia was only suffering from mild trachoma, she did not need to worry about it at ordinary times.

For Amelia, having this disease was undoubtedly annoying.

However, in Patrick's eyes, this was a special kind of charm.

He only saw the symptom of this disease, which was that Amelia's eyes were moist and sparkling most of the time which truly enchanted him.

After Amelia rubbed one

of her eyes, she began to

rub the other one.