Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 852

At this moment, when Patrick laid down on the bed, Amelia realized that it was time for her to change the bed.

Upon hearing that Amelia wanted to sleep in the guest room, Patrick could not stop sneering. "Are you kidding me? It's not easy to have your husband follow you back yet you wanted to sleep separately? You're making me a laughing stock!"

Amelia ruefully thought that it was already too harsh for the bed to contain Patrick, if she were to join in, it would probably fall apart!

As for Patrick, it was really hard for him spent his night with his wife. He then said, "You have to think about it before you leave. If Alice found that we slept in separated rooms tomorrow morning, what do you think her reaction would be?"

Amelia's expression changed upon hearing this.

Seeing this, Patrick snorted and said, "She probably thinks that we aren't getting along, doesn't she? It's not easy to be a stepmother. It's more than enough to worry about dad and Brittany. Are you trying to make her even more tired?"

Hearing what he said, Amelia felt ashamed and said,

"Then I'll sleep on the bed and you'll sleep on the floor."

Patrick's brows twitched. How could this be said by a human? He had never slept on the floor since he was born!

That was not right, Amelia's attitude towards him was not like this before, why did it all change in a sudden?

Patrick was still thinking about what had gone wrong. He quickly thought of it and asked, "Are you trying to vent your anger on me for Jessica?"

Amelia said frankly, "A part of it is for Jessica. You have to know that the time I spent with her is much longer than the time I spent with you. You suspected her in front of me, it really made me felt uncomfortable. It's the same for me to talk ill about your friends in front of you. Presumably... you won't like to hear them, do you?"

Patrick was silent. Because of Amelia's words, he suddenly thought of the word 'gossipy'.

"And..." Amelia glanced at the pitifully small single bed behind them and said, "It's a single bed. I don't think it's enough for the two of us to be in it, right?"

Patrick looked back. Indeed, he felt its narrowness as soon as he sat on it. But for him, the narrower the bed was the merrier it was, which meant that he could have more contact with Amelia.

He then said in a very serious tone, "It's not difficult to solve this problem. I can be on top of you, or you can be on top of me, isn't it fine?"

"But... my stomach shouldn't be pressed on." As soon as she said this, Amelia saw that Patrick was stunned for a moment.

She immediately felt that something was wrong as if she had exposed something.

"Are you on your periods?" Patrick replied immediately.

Amelia's expression twisted for a while, but then, she let out a hollow laugh and said, "Yeah... but it isn't here yet. I'm just feeling a little pain at the moment."

Patrick calculated the date in his mind and found that her periods were really closed, so he did not think too much about it and said. "Fine, you sleep on the bed and I sleep on the ground."

Amelia's gaze froze. She was just joking. How could she really let a master like Patrick sleep on the floor? She did not forget that he was still having a fever.

But since she was pregnant, it was also impossible for her to lie on the ground and let the baby suffer.

"Well just stick to the original plan and I shall sleep alone in the guest room." She strongly suggested.

Patrick said with a cold face, "It seems that you didn't hear what I've said just now. Do you want to let Alice feel that we are not going along well?"

Amelia waved her hands in a hurry. "No... that's not the point."

"Then it's settled then! No more objection!" Patrick had just won the conversation with just a few words!

He rudely pulled off the sheets and pillow from her bed and covered himself in the quilt. By the way, he looks really unparticular.

After a moment of hesitation, Amelia turned to the door silently. When she was about to touch the doorknob, she heard Patrick shouting far behind her, "Where are you going!?"

He was really angry this time. If it were not for the quilt, he might have jumped up directly and threw her on the bed! He did not care whether her stomach would hurt or not!

Amelia looked back at him and saw his eyes burning with fire. She could not help but felt helpless. "I just want to get one more pillow and quilts."

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Having lived with Amelia for so long, Patrick knew that when her menstruation came, her hands and feet would turn cold and when she slept, she would cower up like an armadillo.

Amelia shook her head. "No, I'm afraid that you will catch a cold so it's safer for you to lie on an extra quilt instead of the floor."

As her voice fell, she turned around and left while the expression on his face relaxed in an instant.

Patrick was anxious but because of her gentleness and considerate words he miraculously calmed down.

He put his head back on the pillow and stared at the light blue wallpaper above his head, it was light and soft as Amelia's character. As he was covered in the quilt with her fragrance, he felt as if he was back at home.

Whatever illness or insomnia was not important at this moment, all he wanted to do right this moment was to close his eyes and sleep.

Of course, if Amelia was willing to become his bolster.

At the thought of this, Patrick's calm heart was lit up again.

He quickly turned over and thought that it was the right choice for Amelia to pretend that she did not want to share the bed with him. Otherwise, none of them would be able to sleep for the night.

After a while, Amelia returned to the room with a

blanket that she had gotten from the servants.

Seeing that Patrick was lying with his back towards her, she shouted softly, "Patrick, please get up for a moment."

Everything was silent

Did he fall asleep so soon? Amelia held the blanket with both hands and tilted her neck in a cute way.

"Patrick, you can't fall asleep like this. Alas! Forget it..."

Seeing that his back was on the cold marble slabs, Amelia could not help but shake her head. If it was in the past, it would be okay, but his body had not recovered yet.

She walked up to him with the blanket in her arms and squatted down beside him. She first spread out the blanket and pressed the four corners of the blanket with chairs. Then, she crawled up to the blanket barefoot and tried to flip Patrick into the spread blanket.

Patrick noticed that someone was touching him when he was sleepy, so he immediately opened his eyes.

When he saw that it was Amelia's hand that was circled around his chest, he gently raised the corner of his mouth and rolled over with her.

During this period, he closed his eyes again and pretended to be sleeping soundly.

Seeing that he did not wake up, Amelia could not help but felt worried.

In her impression, he did not seem to be a person with such little awareness.

When she reached out and put her hand on his forehead, she found that it was not very hot. This could only mean that he was really tired!