Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1536

Lowering her head, her gaze fell onto the scars all over her hands. All in a sudden, Maryanne felt her eyes tearing up. Fighting back the tears, she told herself that it was the price that she had to pay for what she had done. After all, she could not turn back time and undo what had been done.

At this moment, her hair fell down and covered most of her face. As a result, her delicate face looked smaller than ever. At the sight of this, Milton could feel somewhere deep down in his heart was struck by her vulnerability.

He shut his eyes for a moment before he finally brought himself to ask, "Maryanne, are you free today?"

Maryanne hurriedly gathered herself from her thought. She looked at him as if nothing had happened. "Yes, I am."

The truth was she was free all the time whereas he was always caught up with his work.

Smiling, Milton invited her for an outing. "Do you want to go for shopping? I have nothing scheduled today."

Maryanne startled for a second before she exclaimed triumphantly, "Sure! I want to buy nice dresses for myself. Will you pay for the bill?" "Yes, I will."

"Then I want to buy cosmetics too. Will you..."

"Yes, I will."

"How about jewelry? Will..."

Milton cut her short boldly, "Yes, I will. I will buy you anything you want."

"Oh yes!" Maryanne snapped her finger before she declared flatteringly, "So I decide to speak in favor of you during the phone call with Aunt Sierra tonight!"

Milton instantly fawned on her. "I shall thank you beforehand, Ms. Smith!"

"Give me a second. I'll go and get changed!" Maryanne jumped up from the couch as she said. With the hem of her shirt flipped up consequently, a substantial amount of skin of her thighs was exposed in the air.

At the sight of this, Milton immediately turned his back against her. He took a deep breath unnoticeably in an attempt to clear his mind. Strangely, he could not help feeling aroused still.

He shook his head agitatedly in frustration. He subsequently gulped down the last of his coffee in hope that the caffeine would help him to get rid of the scene of her earlier from his memory.

It was drizzling on the street in London. Everyone out there was either wearing a raincoat or using an umbrella. Such weather rendered the city helplessly gloomy.

However, none of the locals seemed to be bothered by the depressive weather.

Meanwhile, two young Americans could be seen wandering leisurely on the street. For the sake of convenience, they opted for disposable raincoats instead of sharing an umbrella in the rain.

That kind of raincoat was almost weightless. At the same time, its users could free out both hands for other purposes rather than having one hand tied to the umbrella. That would explain why raincoats were generally a preferable choice during rainy days.

Despite looking calm and collected, the truth was Milton was tensed as he followed Maryanne at the back. On a couple of occasions he overheard those Englishmen discussing Maryanne among themselves. "Is she alone?" "Is she lost?" "Shall we offer her help?"

Milton wondered how they could come to the conclusion that Maryanne was lost in her way. After all, she seemed perfectly fine doing her shopping alone!

Therefore, every time when he overheard those comments, he had to fight back the urge of reaching out to Maryanne. Not long after, a young man who dressed up like a hipster despite carrying a school bag, ran into Maryanne from nowhere all in a sudden and greeted, "Hey yo!" That was when Milton could no longer contain himself. He reached out to grab Maryanne's arm before dragging her to his side. He then took a step forward while staring at the hipster deadly.

At the sight of an unknown man coming into his way, the hipster was stunned. Nonetheless, in the next second, he decided to ignore Milton's dead stare. He slicked his hair before asking Maryanne out for a date.

"Well, he's certainly a brave and straightforward one. I bet he also meant to invite me to throw a fist in his face!"

Cursing secretly, Milton could no longer bottle his anger no matter how well-mannered he was on normal days. At this juncture, he had to clench his fists so hard to prevent landing them at the young man.

He could not help but sneak a glance at Maryanne. Sizing her up, he came to the conclusion that Maryanne was a beautiful woman. However, she was attractive in a way where she was fearless and aggressive. That was why it was not uncommon for her to offend others when she spoke whatever that came to her mind without thinking. In short, instead of being smart and gentle and elegant, she was the type of the woman that was right on the contrary. It made sense that she was never his cup of tea.

However, his own preference could not be applied to every men out there. The truth was there were men who found a proud woman like Maryanne captivating. As for them, that type of women were far more interesting than those who were shy and uptight.

While Maryanne could be slow sometimes, she was an observant one after all. All in a sudden, she reached out to hold Milton's arm and rest her head on his shoulder. She then spoke to the young man, "Oh, sorry. I'm already taken."

Milton's tension was more or less eased as he heard that.

After rejecting the young man, Maryanne looked up at Milton and asked, "Am I right?"

"Of course."

Maryanne was merely reiterating the truth. After all, she was indeed Milton's girlfriend.

"Well, it's good to have your assurance. I've said that a thousand times to other men." Knowing that Milton despised her touch, Maryanne hurriedly let go of his hand.

Milton's tone went cold as he asked, "Have you been harassed always?"

Maryanne could not help tensing up. She was not self- absorbed enough to think that Milton was being jealous. It was just that she did not want him to think that she had been flirting with other men. Therefore, she explained, "It's not what you're thinking!"

"Then what is it?" Milton pressed on the issue further.

Maryanne stammered for a while before saying, "Um... Sometimes, when I go out for grocery shopping, those men in the shops will ask if I'm available... But I will always tell them that I'm taken."

Milton could not help but wonder irritably, "Does she ever know that her explanation was not helpful at all?"

On a second thought, he convinced himself that it was none of his business.

She was all alone in England after all. He was the only person she could turn to. If he were to leave her alone out there to fend for herself, there was no doubt that she would have been taken advantage by those perverted men. That was why he was under an obligation to concern about her.

Otherwise, he would be the first one to take all the blame if anything were to happen on her.

Maryanne could feel her stomach churning in retaliation of his suggestion. Despite so, she said, "Well, that's great."

Milton heaved a sigh after staring at her for another moment. At last, he said, "Maryanne, my Mom had told me everything. You don't like fast food, do you? Why didn't you tell me the truth?"

The reason that Maryanne gave could not be any more simple. "I thought that you like it."

Milton stunned for a second before he shrugged. "I don't like fast food too. But it's too tiring to prepare for home- cooked meal every day after work. That's why I prefer to grab something quick and instant."

Maryanne titled her head to one side. "Are you hinting me to cook for you?"

"If it's possible."

"But you know that I don't know how to cook. I can at most do grocery shopping..."

That was why he had to prepare breakfast for two every day after he woke up in the morning. Not only that, he had to prepare for her lunch too before he left for work. Otherwise, she was going to starve at home when he was out for work.

Milton stared at her gloomily. He could not help but recall his original plan which was to make her fall head over heels with him and abandon her eventually. However, the truth was it was him who got everything done for her all this while.

Maryanne began to feel eerie when she was stared by him. She changed the topic hastily. "Um... So where are we heading for lunch?"

Milton gathered himself from his thought and said, "A French restaurant."

"Really?" Maryanne was overwhelmed by excitement that she squeezed him at his waist. She began jumping on her feet as she exclaimed, "Dear, you're the best boyfriend in the world! I love you to the moon and back! We're finally going to have some real food!"

Milton could not help flushing when he was hugged by her. "Behave yourself. We're out in the public."

"I don't care! I just want to hug you like this!" Maryanne decided to go according with her heart even if she knew that she might end up getting scolded by him later.

Milton looked at her in frustration. He thought of shoving her away but that seemed impossible at this moment upon her stubbornness.

"Gosh, I'm so full!" Walking out from the French restaurant, Maryanne massaged her bloated belly satisfactorily.

At the sight of this, Milton could not help shaking his head amusingly. He intentionally slowed down his pace. After all, he did not want her to end up suffering from stomachache later.

"Where are we going, dear?"

"We're going to buy dress, cosmetics and urn... Jewelry?" Hesitating, he wondered if he had missed out anything as the list went on.

All in a sudden, Maryanne stopped at her feet and asked casually, "Why are you being attentive to my needs all in a sudden?"

Driven by guilt probably, Milton did not know what to reply at that very moment. It took him a while before he came out with the repetitive excuse, "You're my girlfriend. Of course I have a duty to care for all your needs. Who else am I going to care about if not for you?"