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."

Maryanne turned

them at home. As

came to recall the phone call earlier when Sierra reminded him to treat Maryanne better. It was too late when he realized what he had blurted out,

her feet and turned around. "What's

stood up from the couch as he said, "Come over and take a

at him. Her smile was so sweet that it looked

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

the sight of this, Milton could not help

she said, "I know. It was just that I couldn't wait to try it

that was not the first time Maryanne ever took his things without getting his permission. He could not help feeling pathetic as he

"Hold on a second!"

and wear my clothes then?" It was no wonder that he could tell something was wrong at the

"Don't make me bring this up. I hate the

"There is still no need for

not help but recall what Sierra told him earlier. Hence, he asked, "You don't like rainy days, do

said, "That's no absolutely true. After all, I still enjoy having pouring pain. As for the drizzles which last for a couple of days, I find them depressing. That kind of feeling is like I'm stuck in my

"Um..."

into a moment of awkward

be put to dry properly every

this weather, I can't help but miss home more." The last few words were so soft that they

took charge of him as he asked, "Do you ever

when she heard

She said that she missed us terribly." Maryanne's voice was soft when she spoke again this time. "I miss Aunt Sierra too.

to tell Maryanne that she could go back

"Actually what? Why are

noticing the hint of anger in Maryanne's tone. It was as if she had misunderstood his intention as chasing her

expressionlessly, "You find me annoying. That's why you want me to get lost as soon as possible, am

one who said that you misses home earlier. That was why I asked if you would like go back home. Maryanne, don't you think

a moment before she replied faintly, "I apologize

in front of him was driving him insane. Not only was he unhappy when she guarded herself against the kindness he offered but The

his voice fell, both of them were stuck in a moment of

sip on her coffee whereas Milton continued to

had successfully led him into pitying Maryanne Nonetheless, he did not

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

a way out of the problem. Therefore, he admitted, "It

while before she asked, "She pressured you into marrying me, didn't

for a second before he asked dejectedly, "She pressured on your

did you say to her?" Milton 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

biggest joke ever. She

linger in Milton's tone. "What do

eyes, Maryanne said determinedly, "Let me put it this way. If today I feel like getting married, will you marry

murmuring, "but if it were

his heart could not help getting carried away

words.