Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1758

Maryanne's instincts told her that something terrible might happen if she did not agree!

Anyway, she just went to make friends, not into a relationship. What was there to be reluctant about? She said that she would do something for her brother a second ago...

Maryanne was no longer unsure after she had done enough mental establishment for herself.

"That's right." Hobart smiled, but he had other thoughts in his heart.

When Maryanne returned to her room to rest after dinner, she bumped into a maid who had brought her the flowers.

She let out a sigh. "Did my dad really ask someone to buy it?"

"No, Miss," explained the maid. "Mr. Cook brought the flowers with him when he came. Mr. Tony told me to put them in a vase and bring them to your room."

Hearing that, Maryanne was in a dilemma again.

There was no doubt that she liked the flowers sent by Milton. However, the existence of these flowers would remind her of him all the time. In this way, she would feel even more sorry for her brother's efforts.

"Miss, are you alright?"

At this moment, the maid's voice pulled her thoughts back.

Maryanne, who was blocking the room door, seemed to have made up her mind and said to the maid, "You, take the flowers away."

"What?" The maid looked shocked.

Maryanne gritted her teeth and shifted her gaze away from the flowers. "I don't like this type of flower anymore. Just... throw it away."

"... Okay, Miss, then I'll throw it away?"

The maid asked one last time, but Maryanne did not respond. The maid thought she had agreed and was about to leave with the vase in her arms.

Three seconds later—

"Wait!” Maryanne's voice caught up with her, sounding a little flustered and exasperated. "Come back, give it to me!"

The maid felt shocked. Maryanne raised her chin and said as if nothing had happened, "I'll handle it myself."

"Yes, Miss." The maid handed over the vase without saying anything.

After Maryanne took it, the sense of shame and betrayal came to her again. She could not wait to call the maid back and then stuff the vase back.

But when she touched the pink, tender, and beautiful flower, her restless mood was miraculously comforted again.

Forget it, just keep them for a couple of days!

However, Hobart stopped the maid who had been sent away by Maryanne.

Seeing her empty hands, Hobart seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes flashed with a cold light. "Did you send the flowers to Miss?"

The maid blushed and replied, "Yes... yes,

Young Master."

As soon as he thought of the gift given by that bastard and was sent into Maryanne's room, Hobart was extremely pissed. "Did Miss Maryanne say anything?"

The maid replied honestly, "Miss wanted me to throw the flower away at first, and then asked me to give the flower to her. She said she had to handle it herself."

Hmph, handle it yourself?

He was afraid that she was going to find a place to put the flowers so that she would remind of someone every day.

No! He must not let Maryanne continue to hang on like this.

For the first time, she felt suffocated by Hobart's love.

She felt that she needed someone, no, the more people she needed to share Hobart's loves.

In the past, although her brother doted on her, but he had other girlfriends to divert his attention, so she did not feel that way.

But right this moment, what Hobart did for her really made her feel a little suffocated.

It might be because he was doing a lot for her, but she didn't do what he wanted.

When Maryanne encouraged him to look for a girlfriend, Hobart only smiled and said, "It's alright. When your marriage is over, it won't be too late for me to look for a girlfriend again."

Maryanne's right eyelid twitched as she listened. "How can I do that? Since ancient times, it is always the oldest who gets married first."

Hobart looked at her with a faint smile on his face. "It's already the 21st century. There's no need to think about the age difference. As long as you find someone who you love, you can get married at any time. Your older brother will support you."

"Your younger sister also supports you!" Maryanne quickly replied.

She felt her brother had something in his mind. She thought it was better to ask clearly and then think about countermeasures. "Brother, can I ask you a question?"

"Well? Go ahead."

Maryanne looked at him eagerly. "Are we really going for a gathering tomorrow?"

Hobart nodded, "Of course."

Maryanne pondered for a moment before asking, "You won't force me to do anything, will you?"

"What are you thinking about?" Hobart said as he tore off the packaging of the dress. He grabbed hold of the shoulder area and showed it to Maryanne. "Come, Maryanne, try this dress."