Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 491

Amelia could not hide the fondness in her voice. "Owen and I, theoretically speaking, are not that close. But it's precisely because of this unfamiliarity that touched me for he was willing to go to such length for me..."

Patrick pressed his body onto hers all of a sudden. He was strong and fit to begin with, so his rapid movement almost covered Amelia entirely in his shadow. The sight of him could scare anybody.

Amelia glanced at him nervously. "What's wrong?"

"In your heart, is my brother that perfect?" asked Patrick, who could not suppress his anger.

Amelia hummed in doubt, "Hmm?" Wasn't he the most impressed about his brother? Why couldn't he stand listening to others talked about how great his brother was?

"Answer me!" He clenched his jaw and growled.

Patrick's grim face was reflected in her pupils, silently reminding her to be careful with her words. "Then tell me, what's your brother's flaw?" replied Amelia.

" " For a moment, Patrick really could not find

any flaw with Owen. In the end, he resorted, "It's too noisy when he sleeps as he always grinds his teeth. He can even grind his teeth for the entire night!"

Upon hearing this, Amelia could not help burst out laughing and said, "Grinding teeth in his sleep? What kind of flaw is this?"

Patrick glanced over at her chest that undulated with her roar of laughter, and his throat became inexplicably parched. But then he was reminded that she was on her period, so he could only restrain the desire that had just risen in his heart. "My brother is good to you because of me. He went to the police station to pick you up yesterday because I asked him to. Amelia, don't emphasize on the wrong point!"

Amelia was buried amidst the soft blanket. She was nervous at the beginning, but now she relaxed and became slightly indolent. After hearing Patrick, she finally realized that he was not thrilled about it. But didn't she thank him in person yesterday when she got home?

Seeing that she still dared to space out while being pressed underneath his body, Patrick could not help frowning and raised his voice. "Did you understand what I said!"

Amelia's eyes curved upward, and she said with a smile, "I did, so can you stop pushing onto me? My breasts are going to be flattened."

Patrick gulped and choked on air.

Seeing that he was still not willing to get up, Amelia blinked and asked, "Or are you looking to have a pleasant afternoon nap with me?"

Patrick asked with a poker face, "Amelia, are you changing the topic?"

She answered with a sigh of regret, "Ah, you've found out."

"Humph, changing the topic? This tactic doesn't wor-..."

Before he could finish the word 'work', Patrick felt a surge of heat to his lips. When he came back to his senses, he found himself being kissed by Amelia.

Patrick's gaze darkened. He pressed his lips back against hers, who had thrown herself at him. He was kissing Amelia so hard and deep that Amelia was running out of breath.

After their lips parted, Amelia blushed and avoided Patrick's ravenous eyes. She said softly, "Let's take a nap, I'm sleepy."

"Okay, I'll nap with you." Patrick no longer pushed onto his wife. He changed his position to lie on her side and did not forget to hold her. He lowered his head into the crook of her neck and took in the faint scent of her body wash. He closed his eyes feeling pleased.

The next second, a hint of amusement flashed across Amelia's mind. Who said that changing the topic would not work with him?

Just as Amelia was about to fall asleep, her stomach rumbled and disrupted the concord.

Patrick replied casually, "I'm just hungry, so I came down and cooked something for myself."

The housekeeper sprung up from the sofa in a flash and exclaimed, "Mr. Hopper, you are one priceless self. How could you take the trouble to do this kind of thing yourself? It's my fault that I didn't wake up in time..."

Patrick did not think it was a big deal. It might have been impossible for him to cook for himself in the past. But today, he actually felt that cooking was rewarding, especially when cooking for someone else. Unfortunately, she was not lucky enough to fall asleep right when he cooked, which he rarely did.

Somewhat disappointed, he looked at the noodles in the bowl and handed them suddenly to the housekeeper, who was still apologetic. "Take this and keep it warm. When madam wakes up, give this to her and tell her to eat up with no leftovers."

The housekeeper took the bowl and chopsticks over prudently. She did not understand Patrick's intention and asked, "Mr. Hopper, didn't you cook this for yourself?"

Patrick put his hand into his pocket, raised his chin, and said, "Let's just say that this is my leftovers."

When Amelia woke up, it was already three-thirty in the afternoon. She rubbed her empty stomach and decided to go downstairs to find something to eat.

When passing through the living room, Amelia was stopped politely by the housekeeper. "Miss Amelia, you have slept for so long. You must be hungry, right?"

Amelia nodded sincerely and then asked, "Auntie, is there anything cooked at home?" "There is." The housekeeper hurried and brought out the food that had been kept warm in the steamer. She served it in front of Amelia and said, "Miss Amelia, this is the noodle soup that was specially left for you."

The corners of Amelia's mouth twitched as she looked at the content of the bowl. She could see the noodles, but where was the soup?

"Auntie, this noodle is as thick as bread. Are you sure it's edible?" She asked with difficulty.

"It should be..." The housekeeper was not so sure either. After all, this bowl of noodle soup had been kept warm for several hours. It would be strange if the noodles were not muddled.