Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 527

Amelia's eyes widened. "It's not kind of you to lie to them like this. I think Aunt Sierra and Maryanne have cried till their eyes are swollen now." Milton said, "I don't want to either. I was forced by them, wasn't I?"

Amelia disagreed, "But even if you can hide it from them for a while, you can't hide it from the doctor."

Milton brushed it off, "It's okay. It's easy to bribe the doctor."

Amelia asked, "Then why did you keep calling my name when you were sick? Were you asking me to come over and help you?"

Milton felt a little uneasy and said, "You can say that."

In fact, he was not.

He was in complete unconsciousness when he called out for Amelia in his dream. But he could not tell her this, or all his previous efforts would go to waste. Hearing that Milton pretended to be ill, Amelia heaved a sigh of relief and shifted into a more comfortable position. "What do you want me to help you with?" Milton coughed and said, "Please help me to persuade my mother, she'll listen to you. Remember to describe my condition more miserably. Tell her that if she continues to force me, I may end up dying from depression."

Amelia said angrily, "Are you out of your mind? Talk about dying when you're fine!"

Milton was reminded of the younger Amelia, who threw tantrums whenever she was unhappy. Full of nostalgia, he could not help but pinch her cheek and said, "Don't get angry, my little princess." My little princess.

That was Milton's nickname to Amelia when they used to play make-believe.

Amelia fell silent, pursing her lips.

Even if it was a joke, she was too embarrassed to call Milton 'my little prince' in return since she was married now.

Patrick was leaning against the corridor. When he saw Milton reached out and touched Amelia's face, his mood loomed.

Patrick put out the cigarette butt on the handrail in the corridor, and then strode into the room.

At the same time, Milton lowered his hand.

appeared in the room

said it seemed to remind her of her death

that the second hand had only just passed

the talk. One minute meant one

got up, and said to him, "I'll go with you right

added before he ran out of time,

and nodded. "Don't forget to drink more water and rest. I'm heading back

could not bother to watch them banter. He walked over and wrapped his arm across the chest of Amelia,

you'd better be gentler!" It was not Amelia who said that,

stopped in his tracks and turned around, looking at Milton with contempt. "Wasn't your experience from last time

moment. What

winner." The imposing manner of Patrick soared. "When

ask for more." Milton did not back

in confusion, "Wait, what are you two talking

Milton shouted in unison, "It's none of your business!" It was a

corners of Amelia's mouth twitched. Such chemistry! The two of them

Patrick finished 'conversing' with Milton. He exerted some force with his arm, and Amelia was once again dragged away like a

constrained Amelia reluctantly pouted at Patrick

thought Patrick. His left foot hooked the door accurately and slammed

from the noise of the slam, Amelia rubbed her eyebrows and

her mockingly and said, "Then, is it in your virtue as a wife to allow any man

anger, "Have you said enough? Milton is like

jeer in Patrick's eyes deepened. "How dare you call him a brother when he wants to ravage

clenched her fists, unable to take it

"Are you actually dumb, or are you pretending to be? Maryanne,

real intention? Wouldn't this show that Milton had a deep affection for