Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1271

Hobart could not help but to squint at them. Even if he was unwilling to admit it, the scene of Maryanne and Milton standing together was truly compatible!

It was as if the phrase 'golden couple' was created because of them!

However, as Maryanne's older brother and as Amelia's pervious love interest, he still found Milton unpleasant no matter how much he looked at him.

This man, was he not in love with Amelia? Would he really let go of his past feelings and love Maryanne with all his heart. Would he be willing to provide her with a lifetime of happiness?

Or would his feelings for Maryanne falter because of the divorce between Amelia and Patrick?

As she caught sight of Hobart's suspicious gaze, Maryanne's heart could not help but skip a beat. She knew more or less what her brother was thinking about, which was why she was anxious to draw Milton over to make a public display of their affection. "Hobart, stop staring at my boyfriend all the time. You'll make me jealous!"

Hobart stopped scrutinizing Milton after hearing

what she said.

He smiled whilst affectionately took over Maryanne's free hand and pulled her away from Milton. Tapping the tip of her nose, Hobart joked, "Maryanne, what are you talking about? How could a brother not look at his precious little sister and look at the brat who has been tormenting you instead!"

Maryanne's lips twitched. She caught a glimpse of Milton's uncomfortable expression from the corner of her eye and quickly said to Hobart, "Oh, you're thinking too much. Milton and I were traveling across the globe, it's hard to even enjoy ourselves, what more tormenting?"

Milton retorted with dignity, "I think Hobart feels that maybe ordinary life is not worthy of you, since there are no luxurious hot air balloons, yachts, planes, Bentleys, or even mansions around."

Bitterly, Maryanne argued, "No, no... That's not what he meant!"

"Hey Milton, you're right!" In the midst of Maryanne's hurry to explain, Hobart grabbed her shoulder, pulled her into his embrace protectively, and questioned Milton, "Isn't Maryanne deserving of the best?"

"Hobart, not again!" Maryanne was so embarrassed that she pinched Hobart's waist surreptitiously,

indicating for him to shut up!

Milton looked at Maryanne calmly. While she was still blushing from embarrassment, he turned to Hobart and answered slowly, "Yes, she's worth it."

Maryanne could not help herself but raised her lashes to look at him. She noticed that Milton's expression was exceptionally serious and she felt as if she was watching a play unfold before her eyes.

Ha..

Hobart's eyes were filled with admiration, but Maryanne's heart was filled with bitterness.

Hobart's lips lifted into a smile, but his words were as cunning as they could be. "Mr. Cook, anyone can say what you said. So, when are you going to take action to make this a reality?"

Grimly, Milton shot back, "Although I am not like you who was born with a silver spoon, I guarantee you that I will build an amazing life for Maryanne with my own bare hands."

Hobart said sternly, "All right! Then, I'll be looking forward to it!"

Maryanne took a deep breath and tried to interject as calmly as possible, "Hobart, haven't you been complaining that you're hungry since just now? Let's quickly have our lunch together!"

"Yes, I'm really a little hungry now that you've mentioned it." Hobart agreed while he patted his stomach in response. As he walked past Milton with Maryanne still in his arms, his smile suddenly turned sharp and he lowered his voice, "Don't you dare let Maryanne down, or the rest of the Hobarts won't let you off the hook that easily."

Milton's expression shifted slightly, but he did not say anything more.

During lunch, Hobart asked curiously, "Maryanne, aren't you going to take off your gloves?"

"Uh..." Maryanne's hand trembled slightly and her face turned pale.

Hobart, who was unaware of Maryanne's injuries, continued, "I'm not saying that you're wrong to eat with your gloves on! Even if you're afraid of the cold, shouldn't you feel warm already after drinking the soup?"

Maryanne bit her lips lightly. If it was someone else, she was confident that she would be able to muddle through with just a few words of excuse. However, this person was her elder brother and they had lived together for more than 20 years. She was afraid that he would be able to look through her excuses when she was just a tad but incautious.

At the moment when Maryanne did not know how to respond, Milton suddenly said, "Maryanne, just take off your gloves."

Maryanne turned pale with fright. "What did you just say?!"

Milton looked at Hobart and repeated coldly, "Since your brother doesn't understand that you hate the cold and insists that you take off your gloves, then take them off and show him if your hands are warmed because of the gloves or after drinking the soup."

In the next second, Hobart hollered somewhat angrily, "There's no need!"

He did it for Maryanne's sake. Why did Milton deliberately provoke him as if he was the one who was being unreasonable instead?

That was a close call!

Maryanne, who had finally relaxed from the crisis quickly lowered her head and took two sips of soup to calm down her nerves.

After that, she looked at Milton with both joy and admiration. Although he was usually honest and blunt at times, he was also quite reliable at crucial moments especially when she needed his help.