Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 1604

Maryanne pouted unhappily. "Am I that unreasonable to you?"

Milton looked at her and replied carefully, "I just think that Amelia is a sensitive topic between us, so I want to avoid it as much as possible."

Maryanne pursed her lips and answered bitterly, "I told you before that you can go back to find her whenever you want."

After a pause, she continued, "And my words are still effective."

Milton's face stiffened slightly. "Are you mad at me?"

Maryanne shook her head sadly. "No, I'm serious. Go on. Take advantage of the fact that she hasn't married Patrick yet. You won't have the chance after the 20th of next month."

Milton jumped up from the bed and rushed up to Maryanne in two steps. His voice seemed to contain inexplicable anger as he said, "You're doing it again!"

In Maryanne's opinion, his accusation was a counter-charge after she exposed his true intention. "Did I say anything wrong? Isn't that what you think? If I hadn't asked you to book a ticket to New York for me, you would've concealed everything from me and fly back to Northville tomorrow morning to look for her, right?"

"I...!" Milto's handsome face revealed some embarrassment and guilt. "I didn't mean to hide it from you. I just didn't want to quarrel with you!"

"Okay, if you don't want to argue, then tell me, what are we doing at this very second? Are we flirting with each other?" Maryanne asked back sarcastically.

Milton was speechless.

"Whenever something happens to her, you act like a completely different person. Usually, you're gentle and humorous, but look at you now..." Maryanne pointed at the mirror behind Milton and asked him to reflect on himself.

Milton turned back to find a reflection of his discontented expression with a tight frown.

But he was sure that it was not all because of Amelia that he was this way.

"Do you see yourself? This is the real you."

Maryanne was standing behind him. In the mirror in front of him, Milton could clearly make out her pale face.

"Maryanne." He turned around and raised his hand, gently pressing down on her shoulders while saying in a defeated tone, "It's my fault."

Maryanne tensed up when she heard him, not being able to tell if he was sincere or feigning it. She let out a frustrated sigh and said after collecting herself, "All right. You know I can't stay mad at you. I've already seen the news about Amelia from my brother's reposts. The second matter is quite serious, so maybe she needs a knight like you now..."

Milton was still listening to her attentively at first. But as she went on, something sounded off. He said with his head aching, "Maryanne, what are you saying?" "You're about to leave, so can't you let me feel jealous?" Maryanne glared at him. When Milton saw how she had pouted her lips aggrievedly, he could not help but pull her into his arms. "Don't be. I promise I won't mess around."

Maryanne wanted to push him away, but as soon as her fingertip touched his waist, she felt as though she was glued to him and could not pull her hand back.

mumbled, "How can you bear to mess

Who are you talking about?" "Who else can it

Milton looked down at

head from his chest and

fixedly at her and replied, "Yea, you're my

for a moment before she replied haughtily, "Humph! That

free from

not allowing her to leave.

want to

friends? So I'll take you home, okay?" Milton was serious, a faint

she had come to England with him, she had not met any

but she still chose to stay because

extremely thrilled, and she exclaimed, "Okay! I want

felt he had made

★

later,

the cart filled with luggage out of the airport lobby with Maryanne, an Audi happened to stop in front of them as if it

"My brother is

"Hmm." Milton replied indifferently.

got off the car. He was wearing a pair of branded, limited e edition sunglasses, which covered most of his face. He looked

let out a snort deep down and greeted Hobart lightly. However, Hobart merely glanced at him and

turned his head and saw Maryanne's large eyes revealing a strong sense of dependence and worship towards Hobart. The uncomfortable feeling he experienced before suddenly

Hobart came to England the previous time

on a sunhat or carry an umbrella? Aren't you

apply sunscreen. Besides, it's not that hot

in England. So, when she finally got

should blame your inconsiderate boyfriend for not reminding you

Milton's carelessness, taking

and cried out in her delicate voice, "Hobart!

so don't you find fault with

hold her hand and lead her into the car he noticed that she was wearing a pair of leather

wearing gloves. He could understand the purpose of it if it was winter. But it was

Milton and quickly withdrew his attention. He

the car, then turned back to stare at Milton and said with

coldly, "I'm Maryanne's

"Oh, so you