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.

she buried her face into his arms and mumbled, "How can you bear to mess around when

amused, asking, "Goddess? Who are you talking about?" "Who else can it be?" Maryanne gritted her

Milton looked down at

her head from his chest and asked in

at her and replied, "Yea,

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

she broke free from

and held her hand, not allowing her to leave. "Maryanne,

froze instantly. "You...you want to bring

and friends? So I'll take you home, okay?"

she had come to England with him, she had not met any of her relatives other

was homesick, but she still chose to stay because of

thrilled, and she exclaimed, "Okay! I want to go home! I want to

he had made a good

★

later,

of the airport lobby with Maryanne, an Audi happened to stop in front of them as if it was waiting

excitement, "My brother

"Hmm." Milton replied indifferently.

limited e edition sunglasses, which covered most of his face. He looked like

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

Maryanne's large eyes revealing a strong sense of dependence and worship

he felt the same way when Hobart came to England the previous time to visit

is warm. Why didn't you put on a sunhat or carry an umbrella? Aren't you afraid of being in the

not that hot today. I think it's

So, when she finally got a chance

your habits. In the end, you should blame your inconsiderate boyfriend for not reminding

trying to excuse Milton's carelessness, taking off his sunglasses

feet and cried out in her delicate voice, "Hobart!

so don't you find

and patted Maryanne's head. Just as he was about to hold her hand and lead

of it if it was winter. But

thought in mind, Hobart swept his gaze subtly at Milton and quickly withdrew his attention. He must find a chance to ask his sister what

back to stare at

"I'm Maryanne's boyfriend, not her

Milton. "Oh, so you still acknowledge