Chapter 1770

The more anxious he was, the happier she was. But she held back her laughter and continued to say coldly, "Go ahead."

"I miss you."

The four words were soft, lingering, and even more bloody than poison.

"Do you miss me?" he asked.

Maryanne held her breath as if her little thoughts had been caught. She replied awkwardly, "...What do I miss you for?"

"That's true." Milton's voice didn't sound very disappointed. On the contrary, he took the opportunity to confess again. "It's enough for me to think about you."

Maryanne couldn't help but cover her face. Without looking into the mirror, she knew that her face must be very red.

"Do you like the flower I gave you yesterday?"

Maryanne subconsciously looked at the window and saw that the flowers in the vase were still standing there. It was a sight that was pleasing to the eye.

But she did not want to say that, because she had said before that, the more anxious he was, the happier she would be.

"It was so ugly. I've thrown away!"

She thought that her words would be a blow to him, but she did not expect him to simply ask, "Maryanne, did you really throw the flowers away?"

Maryanne felt a strange sense of guilt. However, he did not have a pair of Clairvoyant eyes, so how would she know if she had thrown them away or not?

As a result, she said in a loud voice, "I told you I've thrown it away. If I lied to you, then I am a dog!"

Therefore, Milton smiled.

Maryanne was a little annoyed by his laugh.

"... What are you laughing at?"

His laughter reached her ears. "Maryanne, I saw it."

Maryanne was stunned for a moment before she asked subconsciously, "What did you see?"

"I saw the flowers I gave you and they were just placed in your room. Obviously, you like them very much."

gasped when she

so anxious that she didn't even wear slippers. She got out of bed and ran to the window. Then she looked down and saw Milton waving

it was even more dazzling than

lips moving, so she heard his voice. "Maryanne, come closer. I want to look at

actually took two steps

small head exposed to Milton's view. At

"Maryanne, why... why are you

She looked down at herself and realized that she was

she stepped back reflexively, not wanting Milton

this time, he would probably laugh bitterly. She didn't look like a

her face with makeup. And since she was wearing

problem was that she was

not just a

street saw her in

the other side, Maryanne had already calmed down from her initial panic. That's strange. He was no longer

none of his business

getting back together with

her and said stubbornly to the phone, "What's wrong with that? Are

"Maryanne, I didn't mean that. You are

Beautiful?

nothing but dubious. He was such a traditional man, but

eyes narrowed as she asked unhappily, "Milton Cook, are

"I like you more

why don't you face

like this?" Maryanne walked to the window again as if she wa afraid that he

she purposely did not want to explain that this dress was

billiard club!

how anxious he

was such a

wanted him to see clearly that she was

Looking at Maryanne's graceful

Milton felt his throat

wanted her to

Were so

they couldn't be moved at all.

her bed

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