Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Considering the number of people at home, she made some dumplings with the flour, beef, shrimp and dried scallop found in the fridge and cooked a large pot of seafood porridge. The smell was so nice that Nora couldn't stop licking her lips.

She greeted, "Amelia?"

Amelia put down the spoon and turned around, greeting Nora, "Hey Nora, how was your sleep?"

"Why don't you take a short nap?" Nora was was dumbfounded by the reeky food, "You've cooked all these?"

Amelia nodded with a smile.

Nora admired her, "I thought you must have been exhausted when you went back and forth last night. I didn't expect you to get up earlier than me. Tell me, did you do it with Patrick last night?"

"You know what I mean..."

Amelia understood and nodded naturally, "Sister, don't ask about such an of-course matter."

It was not that she was keen on lying, but that she had no other option. The family would have undoubtedly complain could they know she had no sex with Patrick when the couple were in the same bed. Nora showed sympathy to Amelia cooking and was gratified that her younger brother-in-law marrying a wife who worked hard and virtuously at the same time. "If you need any help, feel free to let me know." Amelia did not refuse and said, "So could you set up the bowl and chopsticks please?"

"Sure!" Nora answered and was pretty efficient and it was obvious that she worked a lot on houseworks and was not effeminate at all.

The sisters-in-laws helped each other in the kitchen and when Eve came downstairs, the table was full of porridge, dumplings, fish and tonic food for Patrick.

Seeing Eve's awkward look, Nora told frankly, "Mom, you see how awesome Amelia is - She woke up early to cook all these."

The dispute last night made Eve unconvinced of Amelia's ingenuity. Eve scorned, "Alright, it's just a meal. It seems that she is really somebody."

Hearing this, Amelia, who prepared the vinegar in the kitchen, sighed - she should have expected her difficulty when she insisted on the dispute with Eve last night.

In the bedroom.

"Achoo - "

Patrick lifted the quilt and left the bed with his bare skin.

At this time, another chill came. No matter how healthy he was, he couldn't help chilling.

When he saw the temperature shown on the remote control, his face darkened.

No wonder that even the quilt and pillow were this cold to the bone - Amelia wanted to murder him?

He turned off the AC and put on the pajamas taken from the cabinet. Before buttoning up, the door was quietly pushed open.

When he figured out who that was, Patrick smiled and said, "You really came to the hell at the right time."

"Come!" Patrick instructed.

Glancing at the large patch of Patrick's chest skin, Amelia narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Let's go downstairs for breakfast. Everyone is waiting for you." Then she was about to turn around and leave.

Patrick walked up to her and grabbed her collar, pulling her back like lifting a chick. Then he hooked his foot and closed the door heavily.

Being pressed against the wall, the excessive cold air in the room made her teeth tremble, but Patrick's body on her back was getting hot. She was on her guard and asked, "What do you want to do?" A smile appeared on Patrick's lips. Their posture made it easy for him to rub his thin lips behind her ear. "I should ask you this question - who told you to lower the temperature to zero?"

Amelia's ears were very sensitive and were blown by Patrick, and her whole body was soft. She asked softly, "...When you lowered the temperature to 16, did you consider whether I would be frozen?" Patrick mercilessly laughed at Amelia's arrogance and said, "Mrs. Hopper, aren't you very aggressive? You don't even sleep in the bed but in sofa. There is a quilt but you refuse with a blanket. There is a man who can warm you up but you insisted sleeping alone. Why?"

His question sounded flirtatious, as if they were quarrelling lovers who slept separately.

She stopped this strange idea and requested, "Let go of me first and then let's talk about it."

He looked down and all he saw was the sexy figure under the shirt...

Patrick grabbed Amelia's slim waist with both hands and said with a strong desire to her body, "But I'm so cold and can't live without you, Mrs. Hopper. I really want you to warm me up. Shall we..."