Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 43

Amelia asked, "Then what will you do?" Amelia did not want to embarrass him and as long as he helped to serve the table or wash the utensils, she would not laugh at him for being a killer in the kitchen.

Sipping the coffee, Patrick asked, "Who am I? Your boss, your husband, I'll just supervise you here."

Amelia didn't respond to his arrogance, but removed the egg white, yolk and eggshell that was scattered in the pot and one side was almost burnt.

After that, she took out four or five eggs from the basket, poured them into the bowls and mixed them with chopsticks. When she was about to add some scallion, Patrick said, "I don't eat scallion." Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"You are too picky." Amelia complained and only added a bit salt. She then added enough water in the pot and put the mixed egg on the stand with a steamer.

Patrick gradually moved his eyesight from the steamed pot to Amelia's slender figure. The silk nightgown swayed as she walked.

At this time, when she bent down and was looking for corn flour in the storage room and muttered, "Let me make milk-flavoured corn pancake..."

Patrick's erotism was provoked as he watched the scene and thought such a coquettish woman seducing him by giggling and flirting?

He strode towards her and hugged her in his arms.

Amelia's fingers tightened on the corn and nudged Patrick's lower abdomen with her elbow. However, he was strong and it was impossible for a weak girl like her to beat him.

Amelia had no choice but to persuade, "If you hold me like this, I can't make breakfast and we have to starve."

"That's no problem." Patrick tightened his arms on her waist and thought how can this woman's waist be this slim and soft, seeming vulnerable if he tightening more.

He lowered his head and rubbed her cheek with his thin lips, which made Amelia tremble slightly. She said with difficulty, "... I haven't recovered yet. Don't get so close, or you'll be infected."

Patrick tried to lure her, "You're weak. That's why you're sick."

Amelia asked, "So?"

Patrick answered, "That's why you should do some exercise, Mrs. Hopper."

Then Patrick grabbed her from behind, pulling her chin to him, bending down and kissed her lightly.

Knowing that the exercise he was talking about was not the literal exercise, Amelia wanted to refuse him and said, "I'm hungry, please don't..."

Patrick narrowed his eyes slightly and showed how strong his desire was from his eyesight and said, "Don't worry, little chef. I'm feeding you now!"

Thinking that they had not had the intercourse in the kitchen, he became more desiring and took her up to the kitchen table...