Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1535

"Milton, I'm talking to you! Did you hear me?!"

Bottling up his irritation, Milton replied to Sierra on the other end of the call, "I've heard you, mom!"

It was only then Sierra was satisfied. "That's my boy!"

"Ugh!"

Just as Milton was fighting back the urge to roll his eyes, in the next second Sierra began asking, "So when you do want to marry Maryanne?"

Milton finally lost his temper at this moment. Rolling his eyes, he grunted, "Mom, why are you back to square one again?"

Sierra did not bother to disguise her intention. "I can't wait to have my first grandchild!"

Milton mumbled, "Um... We shall see."

Sierra could not help getting tensed. "My dear son, don't you think of abandoning Maryanne!"

Milton thought, "I'm sorry, mom. I have no other choice but to disappoint you on this. You spoke my mind. I'm just waiting for the time when Maryanne can no longer live without me so that I can finally abandon her. I want nothing but to avenge for Amelia."

Not receiving any responses, Sierra spoke again, "My dear, are you still there?"

Milton replied perfunctorily, "Yeah, I'm listening, mom, is there anything else you want to tell me? Otherwise, I have to finish off my proposal."

"Well..." Sierra nagged for another moment before ending the call with a heavy heart.

After putting down the phone, Milton lost track of time as he stared at the cup of coffee on the table absent-mindedly. The strong and thick aroma of it was tempting him to finish the cup. However, he was no longer in a mood for the coffee.

"It smells good. You made coffee?" All in a sudden, there came a voice from his back idly.

Milton turned around just to realize that Maryanne had already stopped right behind him without making any noise. He was taken aback by what she was wearing. Without hesitation, he hurriedly looked away.

Even so, the brief glance he had on Maryanne was enough to make an impression.

Maryanne could be seen wearing an oversized white shirt. Both sleeves were rolled up exposing her fair arms. The shirt was buttoned up in a disorderly manner. That was why one side of the shirt fell off her shoulder thereby flashing her delicate collarbone. The shirt was clearly not her size as the length was long enough to cover her hips. As a result, it was hard for one not to get drawn by her pair of slender legs underneath the shirt.

As for why he had not noticed her approaching, that was because she had been barefoot.

As for why she sounded idly, that was because she probably just woke up.

Besides, she went for a hairdo a couple of days back. Not only did she dye her silky black hair into warm ash, but she had also permed her hair. Consequently, she looked more mature and attractive than ever in her new hairstyle.

Sinking in his own thought, Milton could not help feeling wronged by Sierra. After all, he paid so much attention to her details to the extent that he could even tell the color of nail polish Maryanne had on her toes.

To be honest, as compared to the gold nail polish she was having on her toes at this moment, he preferred her to have purple in color instead. Purple looked great on her especially when she had such a fair skin complexion.

"Hold on... What the hell am I paying so much attention on this girlish stuff?!"

Milton scratched his head in frustration at the thought of this. He cleared his throat before saying, "Um I made coffee. There are some more in the kitchen. You can go get a cup for yourself if you want."

"Oh. Sure." With that said, Maryanne turned around and headed to the kitchen.

It was only then Milton's gaze fell back onto her. She would never wear gloves when there were only the two of them at home. As a result, her two long and obtrusive stitch marks on the back of her hand spoke louder than ever in the moment of silence.

Milton came to recall the phone call earlier when Sierra reminded him to treat Maryanne better. It was too late when he realized what he had blurted out, "Hold on a second!"

Maryanne stopped by her feet and turned around. "What's wrong?"

Milton stood up from the couch as he said, "Come over and take a seat. I'll go and get it for you."

"Sure!" With that said, Maryanne flashed a flattering smile at him. Her smile was so sweet that it looked kind of odd in light of her new mature hairstyle.

Without further dwelling on her look, Milton shifted his gaze away from her again.

When Milton returned from the kitchen with another cup of coffee, Maryanne had already been sipping on his cup of coffee cozily.

At the sight of this, Milton could not help but remind, "That's mine!"

Putting down the cup, Maryanne smacked her lips in relish before she said, "I know. It was just that I couldn't wait to try it out."

"Ugh! Forget about it!" After all, that was not the first time Maryanne ever took his things without getting his permission. He could not help feeling pathetic as he realized that he seemed to be so used to her behaving so.

"Hold on a second!"

"Why do you have to steal and wear my clothes then?" It was no wonder that he could tell something was wrong at the first glance at her earlier.

Maryanne pouted, "Don't make me bring this up. I hate the awful weather here! None of my pajamas was dried properly!"

Milton secretly disapproved her explanation, "There is still no need for you to make use of mine as your replacement!"

Then again, he could not help but recall what Sierra told him earlier. Hence, he asked, "You don't like rainy days, do you?"

Maryanne took another sip of coffee before she said, "That's no absolutely true. After all, I still enjoy having pouring pain. As for the drizzles which last for a couple of days, I find them depressing. That kind of feeling is like I'm stuck in my menstrual period."

"Um..."

After falling into a moment of awkward silence, Milton asked, "Why?"

"My clothes can't be put to dry properly every time when it starts to rain. In the end I have to cancel my outing plans. Most importantly, when we're stuck in this weather, I can't help but miss home more." The last few words were so soft that they were almost inaudible.

Looking into Milton's eyes, Maryanne said determinedly, "Let me put it this way. If today I feel like getting married, will you marry me right away?"

At the sight of Milton's startling expression, Maryanne looked away as she continued murmuring, "but if it were you who feel like getting married, I will not hesitate to say 'yes'."

Some where deep down in his heart could not help getting carried away by her words.

It was at this time when Maryanne came to her conclusion. "In short, my opinion doesn't matter because after all, I'm only your accessory."

"Accessory?!"

Not only did he not feeling any better after her words, but the truth was he found her words irritable on another level!

All this while, Maryanne was known to him as a woman who was always proud and confident to the extent that she was somehow obsessed with herself. Therefore, it indeed caught him by surprise when she came out with those words as if she had traded her dignity.

"Could it be that she had already figured out his plan?! That was why she is now ridiculing his calculation on her?! Am I the fool all along instead of her?!"

Milton had to admit that he was panicked at the thought of this. He could not help asking, "What if I were to tell you that I'm serious about marrying you?"

As he was asking that question, he stared at her face intensely in an attempt to spot the slightest change in her expression to verify his thought.

If it were true that his plan had been exposed to her, there would somehow be a glimpse of sarcasm that flashed across her face. After all, it was his original plan to play with her feeling and abandon her eventually. It was never part of his plan to marry her!

Maryanne was taken aback by his question. She stunned for a while before asking him back earnestly, "Are you sure?"

Maryanne's reaction at this moment confused Milton instead.

"So it seems like she has not suspected anything of my plan still. Does that also mean that she loves me so much that she's willing to disregard her pride and dignity? That she's willing to be my accessory voluntarily?"

Having the thought of this in his mind, Milton could not help feeling triumphed. He therefore regarded such feeling as of his excitement that he was one step closer to the success of his original plan.

Nevertheless, he soon realized that he had fallen into a dilemma. He did not know how to answer Maryanne's question for him. After all, he merely wished to confirm whether she had any idea of his plan or not when he blurted out with that question at the first place. It was never his intention to propose marrying her.

Milton cracked his brain in coming out with an excuse to resolve the awkwardness posed by his question. Meanwhile, Maryanne took another sip of her coffee before she looked up and said solemnly, "I hope that you will talk to me over this next time after you think it through."

"D*mn it!"

Milton felt his cheeks burning fiercely in embarrassment at this moment. He could not help wondering from Maryanne's perspective that he had ended up becoming a b*stard who could not keep his words at this juncture.

At that point in time, he had no other choice but to come out with a terrible excuse. "I'm just thinking that we're doing great now. Don't you think that it's good not to have any constraints from a marriage? Look at the privilege of freedom that we enjoy now if we are unmarried."

Smiling, Maryanne said nothing this time. If it were Amelia who stood right in front of Milton at this moment, she was certain for a fact that he could not wait to marry her and take care of her for the rest of his life. After all, it was not hard to tell whether a man loved a woman or not.

At the end of the day, she was merely reaping what she sow. It was undeniable that she owed Amelia a ton for what she had done to her before. That was why she willingly accepted whatever Milton offered her despite knowing that deep down he hated her. Knowing that, she had to plaster a smile and pretend as if she did not know about it.