Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 1535

"Milton, I'm talking to you! Did you hear me?!"

Bottling up his irritation, Milton replied to Sierra on the other end of the call, "I've heard you, mom!"

It was only then Sierra was satisfied. "That's my boy!"

"Ugh!"

Just as Milton was fighting back the urge to roll his eyes, in the next second Sierra began asking, "So when you do want to marry Maryanne?"

Milton finally lost his temper at this moment. Rolling his eyes, he grunted, "Mom, why are you back to square one again?"

Sierra did not bother to disguise her intention. "I can't wait to have my first grandchild!"

Milton mumbled, "Um... We shall see."

Sierra could not help getting tensed. "My dear son, don't you think of abandoning Maryanne!"

Milton thought, "I'm sorry, mom. I have no other choice but to disappoint you on this. You spoke my mind. I'm just waiting for the time when Maryanne can no longer live without me so that I can finally abandon her. I want nothing but to avenge for Amelia."

Not receiving any responses, Sierra spoke again, "My dear, are you still there?"

Milton replied perfunctorily, "Yeah, I'm listening, mom, is there anything else you want to tell me? Otherwise, I have to finish off my proposal."

"Well..." Sierra nagged for another moment before ending the call with a heavy heart.

After putting down the phone, Milton lost track of time as he stared at the cup of coffee on the table absent-mindedly. The strong and thick aroma of it was tempting him to finish the cup. However, he was no longer in a mood for the coffee.

"It smells good. You made coffee?" All in a sudden, there came a voice from his back idly.

Milton turned around just to realize that Maryanne had already stopped right behind him without making any noise. He was taken aback by what she was wearing. Without hesitation, he hurriedly looked away.

Even so, the brief glance he had on Maryanne was enough to make an impression.

Maryanne could be seen wearing an oversized white shirt. Both sleeves were rolled up exposing her fair arms. The shirt was buttoned up in a disorderly manner. That was why one side of the shirt fell off her shoulder thereby flashing her delicate collarbone. The shirt was clearly not her size as the length was long enough to cover her hips. As a result, it was hard for one not to get drawn by her pair of slender legs underneath the shirt.

As for why he had not noticed her approaching, that was because she had been barefoot.

As for why she sounded idly, that was because she probably just woke up. Besides, she went for a hairdo a couple of days back. Not only did she dye her silky black hair into warm ash, but she had also permed her hair. Consequently, she looked more mature and attractive than ever in her new hairstyle.

Sinking in his own thought, Milton could not help feeling wronged by Sierra. After all, he paid so much attention to her details to the extent that he could even tell the color of nail polish Maryanne had on her toes.

To be honest, as compared to the gold nail polish she was having on her toes at this moment, he preferred her to have purple in color instead. Purple looked great on her especially when she had such a fair skin complexion.

"Hold on... What the hell am I paying so much attention on this girlish stuff?!"

Milton scratched his head in frustration at the thought of this. He cleared his throat before saying, "Um I made coffee. There are some more in the kitchen. You can go get a cup for yourself if you want."

With that said, Maryanne turned around and headed to

never wear gloves when there were only the two of them at home.

better. It was too

feet and turned around. "What's

couch as he said, "Come over and take a seat. I'll

flattering smile at him. Her smile was so sweet that

dwelling on her look, Milton shifted his gaze away from her again. When Milton returned from the kitchen with another cup of coffee, Maryanne had already been sipping on his cup

could not

the cup, Maryanne smacked her lips in relish before she said, "I know. It was just that I couldn't wait to try it

his things without getting his permission. He could not help

"Hold on a second!"

then?" It was no wonder that he could tell something was wrong at the first

pouted, "Don't make me bring this up. I hate the awful weather

"There is still no need for you to make use of

again, he could not help but recall what Sierra told him

pain. As for the drizzles which

"Um..."

a moment of awkward silence,

put to dry properly every time when it starts to rain.

Most importantly, when we're stuck in this weather, I can't help but miss home more." The last few

A surge of indescribable feeling took charge of him as he asked, "Do you

out an eerie laughter when she heard that. "You want

said that she missed us terribly." Maryanne's voice was soft when she spoke again

in searching the appropriate words to tell Maryanne that

urged impatiently, "Actually what? Why are you hesitating to

was as if she had misunderstood his intention as

want me to get

why I asked if you would like

before she replied faintly, "I apologize for my

insane. Not only was he unhappy when she guarded herself against the kindness he offered but The found it exasperating too when she stepped down and apologized. He could not even tell the

his voice fell, both of them were stuck

sip on her coffee whereas

blame on Sierra's call earlier as of the reason he had been acting strangely at this moment. He had to admit that Sierra had successfully led him into pitying Maryanne Nonetheless, he did not expect that his sympathy hy for her would end up being misunderstood as malice against her. The unexpected outcome

at his furrowed expression. At last, she broke the awkward silence among them and asked, "You're a little restless today.

out of the problem.

for a while before she

did not last for a second before he asked dejectedly, "She

was a little unnerved as he waited for her reply. Maryanne replied, "I told her that I would go along with your decision." Milton frowned. "Don't you at least have your own

It was as if Maryanne had just heard the biggest joke ever. She burst out laughing as she replied, "My

seriousness began to linger in Milton's tone. "What do you mean by

"Let me put it this way. If today I feel like getting married,

Maryanne looked away as she continued murmuring, "but if it were you who feel like getting married, I

his heart could not help getting carried away

words.