Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

"Why didn't you tell me you'd be home late? Didn't you know that you should be accompanied by your assistant when you go and meet the clients? Or were you promoted by following the unspoken rules?!" "Patrick!" Amelia called out his name.

"You got angry? Am I right?"

Patrick's lips burst into an evil smile and his eyes swept over Amelia's plump boobs, all the way to her slim waist and said, "There are two reasons for you to strive for KPI. One is to get a promotion, the other is to get a raise. I am the top Roxxon... Now! Just try your best to make me happy."

"Don't slander me. I can explain."

Patrick had felt his wife's innocence and felt she was hurt by his words, which drove him even more annoyed as he was almost cheated. Then why should she feel wronged?

Patrick was upset and ripped off the buttons of her blouse as if he were removing an egg shell. The shirt slipped down her round shoulder, revealing the white skin inside. Amelia was so angry that he called him a villain, "What's the difference between you and Miller?"

Patrick said, "Definitely yes! He hasn't f**ked you yet!"

Hearing this, Amelia's felt a bit of relaxed and said,

"Thank you for saving me."

Patrick's face was gloomy. If he hadn't called Doris, his wife would have been lying under another man at this time.

"Verbal gratitude makes no sense." He approached his lips to her, flirting faintly, "Don't resist. I miss what we did that night. And I know you too."

"No..." Amelia still wanted to struggle on the verge, but Patrick had already propped up her soft waist, rolling up her skirt hem, and completely occupied her.

The water was cold, but Amelia felt as if she was surrounded by a fireball, and even her heart was numb.

She rose and fell with his movement while the water in the bathtub splashed all over the floor.

The next day.

When Amelia woke up with her hands on his sore waist, she found herself lying on Patrick's king-size bed, which was soft and comfortable, unlike the sofa she usually slept on. It was full of a unique masculine

aura.

When thinking of her husband, she couldn't help but blush. It had been a long time since they had sex last time. Last night, they started from the bathroom to the bed, and she didn't feel reluctant at all. The consequence of this was that it was difficult for her to stretch.

It was quiet in the room. Patrick must have left long ago.

Amelia left the bed with barefoot and casually dressed in front of the cabinet. When she turned back, she saw the contraceptive pills on the desk, which reminded her of Patrick's attitude towards their marriage For Patrick, a child was a burden and a shackle that limited his freedom.

She would never threaten him with a child. Thinking about her parents' miserable marriage, she didn't hesitate to swallow the pills.

When she went downstairs, the servant told her to Howard's study.

Amelia asked why, but the servant shook his head with a smile.

"Dad, may I come in?"

Entering into the study, Amelia looked at her father-in-law with respect and dignity. To her surprise, Patrick was also there.

Howard asked why she didn't come home for dinner last night. She vaguely said that she was going to negotiate with clients. Unexpectedly, Patrick snorted coldly, full of sarcasm.