Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1256

"Hobart..." Maryanne twisted Hobart's sleeve as to ask him not to embarrass Milton.

Hobart was left helpless by Maryanne's coquetry that he replied with a 'fine'. He reached out to take over the coffee hanging in the air and said emotionlessly to Milton, "Thanks a lot."

For Maryanne's sake as well, Milton replied in a low voice, "Don't mention it."

Maryanne heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the worst situation she had expected did not happen. She put on a smile again and said to Hobart, "Hobart, you've been through a lot all the way here. Quick, come home with us!"

Hobart paused and asked with a strange expression, "Home?"

Maryanne's smile froze and she quickly corrected herself. "I mean... returning to the hotel Milton and I are staying in for the time being! Because the hotel looks like a high-class apartment from the outside and just like a home. That's why I said it wrongly..."

Hobart, who had seen a great deal, nodded his head, "I see, but..."

Maryanne immediately tensed up again. "But

what?"

Hobart's gaze darted from Maryanne to Milton and his eyes turned cooled instantly. "Why did you let my sister live with those mortals in the apartment? Isn't it similar to allowing a phoenix to nest with a bunch of flies?"

Maryanne stared at Hobart in shock for a while, and then called out in embarrassment, "Hobart!!!"

Shut up! Could he stop talking? She was no longer a phoenix...

Ever since she was kidnapped and punished by Patrick's man, she had deeply realized that her family's love that she had relied on was as vulnerable as a piece of paper in the face of Patrick!

"Maryanne, let me finish my words." Hobart waved his hand to stop Maryanne from speaking. He continued his words to Milton in a serious tone, "Maryanne has been staying in a private villa since she was young. The rooms does not only have to be big, but also spacious. Sound insulation is necessary between the rooms as well. Otherwise, she would not be able to sleep and would be emotional which I would also be affected as her brother..."

"Hobart..." Maryanne was on the verge of collapsing. Hobart was clearly exposing her dark

history!

"Also!" Hobart suddenly grabbed Maryanne's wrist upwards, pointed at her glove, and asked sternly, "Why is she wearing a pair of gloves in such a hot day? That's suspicious!"

Hobart's words had made both Maryanne and Milton to have their heartbeats quickened!

Luckily, Maryanne had already thought of an excuse in advance. "Hobart, it's probably because I'm not acclimatized to the local climate. Ever since I arrived in England, my hands could hardly stand the cold, that's why I've put on gloves. It's no big deal..."

"Maryanne, stop lying to me." Hobart looked at her pitifully, as if he had already known something. "I know that he must have enslaved you to do work, but you're not skilled at household chores, including cooking. Perhaps your hand was accidentally injured while cutting something."

Maryanne was speechless. Although she felt that each of Hobart's words had contained his concern for her, but why did she feel that he was actually mocking her for being incapable of all practical skills?

But when she met Hobart's caring eyes, Maryanne felt that she must have misunderstood him. Her brother was still a protective brother who loved

her!

Since Hobart had guessed that her hand was covered because of a cut, she might just let him continue to misunderstand her in that way. This would be easier than explaining to him the cause of the two terrible scars on her palm and the back of her hand.

By the way, the branch company had kindly arranged Milton's residence to be at the residential area of the local employees of the company.

In other words, the neighbors of Milton were basically locals who worked in the same company as him.

It had advanced their communication and cooperation while they could also help one another. But that day, Milton and Maryanne did not want to meet their neighbors at all, because they had Hobart, who was very keen although he knew nothing about them!

At this moment, Milton was holding Hobart's luggage handle in his hand.

It was not because he was helpful, but because Maryanne was worried that Hobart would be worn out so she secretly requested his help at the airport.

In order to let Hobart return to the Northville peacefully, Milton could only act as a perfect man who would always prioritize his girlfriend's will no matter what. He had offered to help Hobart carry his luggage and drive the siblings back.

Hobart said sternly while looking around, "The neighbourhood looks okay, but Maryanne deserves a better living environment!"

"Hobart!" Maryanne glared at him in slight anger. "It's obviously fine here! You should know that it's a... hotel located at the most bustling area in

England. Stop complaining already!" "Maryanne!" Hobart pointed at the moss on the corner of the wall and said in a strange tone, "So you call this fine?"

Maryanne glanced at it and said calmly, "It's often rainy in England so it's normal to have mosses everywhere."

Her excuse had barely kept Hobart's mouth shut.