Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 826

Patrick felt that his willpower had weakened, it was probably due to his sickness. He quickly fixed his gaze at the espionage series on TV instead. The trace of desire in his eyes then faded in a flash.

Just then, Sissi called for Patrick again in her sweet voice, "Patrick, I really can't stand up on my own... I don't feel good... Can you come in and help me?"

A glint flashed in Patrick's dark eyes, and he said helplessly, "Okay."

He then turned around and in an annoyed manner, opened the bathroom door through the crack left by Sissi. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Patrick squinted his eyes and saw Sissi slouching lifelessly with both arms hanging limply at the edge of the bathtub, while her head was slightly tilted and rested on her arms. Her dark and sparkling eyes looked bleary, while her furrowed brows suggested that she was feeling unwell...

"Ahh... Patrick... there you are..."

When Sissi saw Patrick, she repeatedly called out his name in a coquettish voice, which would have captivated his soul if it happened in the past.

"Yes, I'm here." Patrick lightly comforted Sissi while he averted his eyes from her delicate body. Instead, he picked up a neatly folded bath towel and draped it over her shoulders.

Sissi was submerged in water from her collarbone below, but Patrick could not care less about the towel getting wet as he covered her curvy figure. He was not going to take advantage of her when he was in a dazed state.

He wrapped her body and gripped the two ends of the towel, covering all of Sissi except for her face.

Patrick noticed that Sissi was trembling. Thinking that she was frightened, he comforted her, "Don't worry, I won't do anything rash."

Sissi raised her eyes to glance at him at once, and caught him staring at her with sympathy. Other than sympathy, he had no other emotions, and she was upset about it.

Patrick's eyes darkened as he took in the view of Sissi's rosy cheeks and the scent of her exquisite fragrance.

It was not that he had not desired Sissi at all, it was just that he had buried the feeling deep inside.

Sissi met Patrick's unfathomable gaze, then lowered her head shyly and asked, "Patrick, what are you looking at?"

Patrick held his breath. Sissi reacted like a bashful young girl and it literally made his heart skipped a beat.

Sissi captured his minute changes and felt a trace of joy. Just as she was about to continue, Patrick said to her in a low voice, "Sissi, put your arms around my neck. I'll carry you out from the bathtub."

Sissi was very disappointed with his intentions, but she could not give her feelings away.

The next moment, after some quick thinking, she said, "It's alright, I don't need your help. Just lend me your hand and I'll be able to stand up on my own."

Patrick was worried and asked, "Are you sure?"

Sissi looked into his eyes, and there was a mysterious glint in her eyes that he could not fathom. She said, "Yes I can do it."

"Alright." Patrick nodded. He had not forced Sissi into his arms, just to avoid any kind of intimacy.

"Let me hold the towel in place," Sissi offered.

Patrick quickly loosened his grip and took a big step back.

He had been in close contact with Sissi while he was holding the towel, and he felt disturbed by the delicate fragrance on her body.

He felt much better later after maintaining a distance with her. Then, he stretched out his arm for Sissi.

"Thank you." Sissi clutched both sides of the towel with one hand and held Patrick's arm with the other. She clutched him tightly so that she could easily make the next move.

Without a doubt, Patrick supported Sissi with his arm. She then slowly stood up from the bathtub with the towel tightly fitted against her graceful body, which made her look more alluring.

Patrick was contemplating to carry Sissi out from the bathtub, when her legs suddenly went limp and she fell backwards.

"Patrick, help me!" Sissi called out in a flirtish voice.

While she was slipping, she held on tightly to Patrick's arm.

In order to prevent her from falling back into the bathtub, Patrick quickly took a step forward and stretched out the other arm to hold her by the waist.

Just then, Sissi 'accidentally' released her grip on the towel, and then grabbed Patrick's collar in an instant. Lastly, she wobbled and pulled Patrick together into the bathtub.

A huge splash formed in mid air and drenched the couple.

"Ah!" Sissi let out a short cry in response to her weakness and innocence. She then secretly moved the position of her hands while Patrick was still in a

daze.

She was no longer holding on to his collar. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and shakily threw herself into him.

Patrick suddenly froze at her sudden change of movements.

The towel had already slipped from her body when they fell into the bathtub. She then put her lips at the side of his neck, while her fingers slowly trickled the back of his neck...

"Wait a minute, Sissi." Patrick said with a hoarse voice, and his resolve began to waver. "What's wrong with you?"

Sissi leaned over at his ear and sobbed. "I...I have no idea! I just felt hot and uncomfortable, as if bitten by bugs!"

Her voice filled his ears just like the water vapors did, stirring ripples in his heart.

That d*mned fever!

That d*mned incense!

Patrick knew why his body reacted differently, but he could not reject Sissi just like how he did to Cynthia.

Sissi had always been his beloved and precious woman, he had pampered her and adored her. Since she was feeling unwell at this moment, he could not rest easy either.

At first, Sissi was merely putting on an act, but under the enticing smell of incense, plus the loneliness she had felt being single, she had longed to nestle in her lover's arms. Since she finally got what she had wished for, she could no longer hold back.

"Patrick...would you hold me please..."

Sissi could not be bothered about her abstinence or decency at this moment, as she only yearned to have an intimate relationship with Patrick.

Patrick on the other hand, was trapped in mixed emotions. She had made him aroused, upset, and frustrated.

In order to prevent things from getting out of control, he had swiftly tried to put on the towel on Sissi, but she cried out instead, "Please hold me! I beg you!"

Truthfully, it was hard to believe that she was a teacher who was several years older than Patrick, as she was more like a mischievous child who did not get the candy that she wanted.