Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 1539

Milton heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Maryanne was finally eating.

But, it was not long before Maryanne asked again, "Dear, you're so good at peeling prawns, but you don't eat prawns regularly."

Milton stopped wiping his hands. Indeed, he did not like prawns. But, Amelia did. He had learned the techniques of peeling prawns and deveining them just for Amelia.

Before Milton could reply, Maryanne continued, "Is it because someone around you likes eating prawns?"

Milton responded quickly. "Yeah, it's you."

"Is that so? So, you're doing this for me? I'm so touched," Maryanne replied as she chuckled dryly.

Milton answered helplessly, "Tell me, why are you always so enigmatic?"

"I'm not, I think you're being oversensitive," Maryanne denied.

"Maryanne..."

Just as Milton was about to let her elaborate, Maryanne suddenly picked up a prawn and threw it into his bowl. "Stop talking nonsense. Let's eat."

Who was the one talking nonsense?

Milton gritted his teeth and began to eat the prawn.

After dinner.

After Milton cleaned up the kitchen, he entered the living room and found Maryanne busy using his laptop.

In a hurry, he took a glance and saw the familiar email interface on the browser. Remembering that he had been contacting Amelia via email, Milton dashed forward and grabbed the laptop from Maryanne's lap, shouting, "What are you doing?"

Maryanne's hand, which were on the keyboard a second ago, was left hanging in the air the next second, which slightly irritated her. Furthermore, Milton roaring at her out of the blue angered her even more. "I should be asking you that question. Why did you grab the laptop from me all of a sudden?"

"This laptop is mine!"

I could

agreement but continued, "But, you can't check my

multiple times, a password was not

attention. He ignore other things she did, but this behaviour of prying into his privacy was challenging his bottom

want the laptop back. She stared at him with a faint smile and crossed her

not the expression she should have when

this, Milton glimpsed down at the notebook in his arms and saw that the website was, like he expected, logged in. However,

had wronged Maryanne because

ever-changing expression, Maryanne coldly continued, "I was only using the same email interface as yours. If I had known earlier

the laptop was burning his hands, so hot that he wanted to

me the computer

The moment Maryanne took it, their fingertips touched, but

Milton

second line. Then she wrote down all her recent plans were included in the third one of the plans she had was cooking!

case he had made a

straight at her email disbelievingly. Her expression changed

made Milton slightly unhappy, but he smiled and said,

should accept their mistake and

tone, then said, "I accept your apology, but can you stay further away from me? If you keep watching me like this, I'll feel like

then walked to another sofa and

distance between them and was sure that he could not read

paid no more

that his world was finally peaceful. But because

he was

glanced at Maryanne from time to time, wanting to speak

it was because of his focused gaze, Maryanne suddenly stopped typing and raised her head to stretch her neck

vain, and he finally could not help but

nodded without looking

so much to say to Hobart?" So much that half an hour was

"I'm