Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1272

Maryanne accompanied Hobart to the living room to watch TV and have a chat after dinner.

Meanwhile, Milton put on an apron, cleared the table, and washed the dishes.

Milton laughed and shook his head as he glanced at the omelet that had been swept clean and he connected it to Hobart's endless praise earlier. He thought that Maryanne's 'little sister' effect was not one to be underestimated.

In the living room.

Maryanne whined solemnly to Hobart, "Brother, can you please not embarrass me and stop trying to make things difficult for Milton?"

Hobart leaned on the sofa lazily whilst his charming face feigned a mild interest, "Why, do you feel bad?"

"Yes, of course! I feel sorry for Milton!" Maryanne answered seriously.

Hobart's mood immediately turned into jealousy.

He retorted bitterly, "Hah, you've only been with him for a short period of time and you're already so loyal to him. If mom and dad finds out about this, don't you think that you'll make them cry to

death?"

Maryanne blinked and naively replied, "Brother, do you remember that time where all of you used to nag me to get married as soon as possible? If that's the case, then you should be happy for me."

Hobart could not help but raise his hand to pat her head. Gently, he explained, "Even if we said so, it's another matter for us to accept this reality. It won't be a big deal if you were in Northville, but now you've been following Milton by traveling all over the world. How do you expect us to rest assured like this?"

These words made Maryanne's nose ache. "Why wouldn't you think that I'd miss all of you? But I chose this path myself. As long as I don't complain about being tired, I hope that you guys can also give me your blessings in the end."

Hobart's eyes widened slightly as he caught sight of Maryanne's serious expression. From the bottom of his heart, he exclaimed, "Maryanne, you've changed."

"Milton was the one who allowed me to change." She looked in the direction of the kitchen where a figure was busy bustling around.

Hobart looked over and realized that Maryanne's mind and heart were wholly and thoroughly filled with the thought of Milton.

He sighed softly in his heart and wondered what the world perceived love to be. For Maryanne to be able to change, this was indeed an impressive feat. But coincidently at the same time, it meant that Milton's position in her heart was getting heavier and heavier.

If one day Milton failed to live up to her expectations, Maryanne would undeniably experience an extreme heart break. Therefore, he must find a chance have a talk with Milton to prevent this from happening!

Before they knew it, it was already late at night.

Maryanne glanced at Milton and saw him rubbing the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed. She turned to Hobart and when she realized that Milton had to work the next morning, "Brother, I'm sure that you're tired from being constantly on the move for these past two days. Are you tired? How about... you go to bed early today?"

With great joy, Hobart replied cheerfully, "I'm not tired yet, I am still very much alert! Even if we talk till tomorrow, I'll be able to pull through!"

"Hobart, I'm tired already." Maryanne demonstrated a yawn. Her pair of dark watery eyes glistened, and she looked extremely adorable.

Hobart suppressed the urge to rush over to give her a massage with difficulty. He understood and said, "All right then. Go to bed if you're tired. I'll continue to sit here for a while and familiarize myself with my surroundings."

Maryanne replied with an 'okay' and winked at Milton, only to realize that his eyes had been glued to the TV. More exaggeratedly, Maryanne vigorously winked her eyes whilst Hobart asked her in confusion, "Maryanne, what's wrong with your eyes? Why are you stretching them so hugely?"

"Oh? Uh... If I'm tired, my eyes get sore easily." Maryanne rubbed her eyes and asked deliberately, "Milton, what about you? It has been an extremely long day for us. You should be tired, right?"

Milton looked back at her and answered softly, "I'm not sleepy yet. You can head to bed first."

"Yes, go get some rest. There's two men in the living room, so it's very safe. You don't have to worry at all." Hobart added meaningfully.

"Hobart, you're not being respectful again!" Maryanne was indeed not at all sleepy, it was that she thought that Milton had to work early in the morning. Now, it turned out that she was caught in something she could not get out of.

Helplessly, she silently prayed that Hobart and Milton would get along peacefully and slowly

stood up from the sofa.

"Maryanne, you seem to have forgotten something..." At this moment, Milton stood up and gently held onto her waist. In the midst of her confusion, he lowered his head and kissed her at the corner of her mouth.

Maryanne was dumbstruck. Milton coaxed dotingly as he saw Maryanne's eyes widened, "Why are you so shocked? Isn't this what we do every night before we go to bed? Goodnight, Maryanne."

"Goodnight..." Maryanne's heart was thumping as hard as it possibly could. What used to be her past of pursuing charming looking-men was now in fact a reality. It was not always for her to receive kisses and was cherished by them like how Milton treated her.

Hobart who was still lounging at the side gasped, jumped up, grabbed Milton's collar and hollered in rage, "How could you take advantage of my sister like this?!"

At that instance, Milton answered him calmly as he stared into Hobart's furious eyes. "She's your sister, but she's also my girlfriend. We can't deny that Maryanne is beautiful and has a good figure. Did you expect me to just be a bystander when we're already so deep into our relationship?"

Although Hobart was mentally prepared for

Milton's argument, he was still so angry that he roared in rage, "Then how could you kiss her in front of me! Did you decide that her brother is as good as dead?!"

Milton's face darkened and he replied bluntly, "It's my humble opinion that you'd better suck up this protectiveness of yours towards Maryanne and accept reality as soon as possible. Because when you're not here, I'll do much more to her than what I did just now!"

Milton did not know why he let out a sigh of relief as he followed after Hobart and sat down. "Go ahead, what did you want to tell me? Was it something that Maryanne can't hear?"

Hobart stared into his eyes and informed seriously, "Amelia is divorced."

Milton's face tightened considerably. After a while, he asked, "So what about it?"

"It seems like you know very well about this matter," Hobart concluded as he observed Milton's calm face.

Milton retorted bluntly, "Don't you already know the kind of friendship that I have with Amelia? How could I not know about this?"

With a myriad of emotions, Hobart chuckled, "So, what do you feel about her divorce?"

Milton's pupils contracted slightly and he countered, "Then what about you?"

Hobart revealed his trademark wicked smile. "How do I feel? Of course, I'm here to watch the show."

Watch the show?

Amelia was in such a terrible condition. How could this man still be so cynical?

Milton was perturbed internally but still remained his calm composure: "I remember that you once pursued her passionately. Don't tell me that it's due to the fact that you were always rejected by Amelia that this time you decided to stay out of this issue?"

Milton's words were blunt and despicable. If Hobart had been a little more shameless, he would already have lost his patience altogether. "I admit that I used to have an interest in Amelia for a period of time. I fought against Patrick to prove that my charm was indeed comparable to his. Well... do you think a notorious divorcee like Amelia would be able to evoke my interest after this disgraceful event?"

'Bang!' Milton slapped the table and stood up emotionally. "Hobart, you'd better stop being so vulgar!"

"Hmph! Are you getting mad just because of this? Or do you have an eye for other women besides Maryanne?"

Hobart really wanted to take a picture of Milton and show it to Maryanne. At this moment, this man who could deal with anything calmly lost his composure completely...

The next morning, in Northville.

After Amelia got up, she subconsciously picked up her phone on the bedside table and looked at it. She found that there were no reply calls and no text messages from Milton. She could not help but frown worriedly and thought if something truly happened to him?

As she was in deep thought, her cell phone suddenly rang.

Upon taking a closer look, Amelia's eyes were immediately filled with outright disgust!