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!"

agreed back then that I could also use it if I

you can't check my email!" Some email

multiple times, a password was not required again. All that was

so sure that Maryanne must have secretly checked his email when he was not paying attention. He ignore other things she did, but this behaviour of prying into his privacy was challenging his bottom line. He would not

want the laptop back. She stared at him with a faint smile and crossed her arms across her chest. "What did you say?

expression was strange. This was not the expression she should have

Milton glimpsed down at the notebook in his arms and saw that the website was, like he expected, logged in. However, the account on the top left showed that it

had wronged Maryanne because

Maryanne coldly continued, "I was only using the same email interface as yours. If I had known earlier that you would misunderstand, I would've applied for a different

suddenly feeling that the laptop was burning his hands, so hot that he

me the computer

over woodenly. The moment Maryanne took it, their fingertips touched, but soon, they withdrew

turned to sit on the sofa while Milton stood behind her, clearly seeing that she was writing an email

health in the second line. Then she wrote down all

eyes, in case he had

Maryanne turned around and saw Milton eyes staring straight at her email disbelievingly. Her expression changed

slightly unhappy, but he smiled and said,

accept their mistake and improve.

in response in a lukewarm tone, then said, "I accept your apology, but can you stay further away from me? If you keep watching me

Milton then walked to another sofa and sat down.

sure that

that, Maryanne paid no

that his world was

felt like he was

Maryanne from time to time, wanting to speak but stopped

gaze, Maryanne suddenly stopped typing and raised her head to stretch her neck before lowering her head to continue tapping away on the

not help but cough, saying, "Maryanne, you've been writing for half

nodded without

much to say to Hobart?" So much

"I'm slow at