Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1769

Jarvy said in a low voice, "I kindly remind you that if you think too much, it's okay if you don't appreciate it. Today the club's bill is on me. You continue to play. I'll go back first."

After saying that, Jarvy walked towards the sofa, picked up the suit jacket left behind by Maryanne Smith, turned around, and walked towards the door.

Alexer looked at his back and said with tut-tutted, "He fled so fast. It's clear that he is afraid that we will see something."

Nier also said, "I think you are likely to have guessed what he is thinking. That's why he is so fast. Speaking of which, Mr. Hemwerth and Mr. Ronald, you have met Sister Maryanne before. What do you think about this?"

Alexer said, "No matter what Maryanne was like in the past, the current her is quite lovely.

I like her!"

Mr. Ronald replied, "Me too."

Alexer added, "That's why I said you don't have to listen to Jarvy Tomson's words."

Someone chimed in. "That's right. We can continue to interact with Maryanne. We'll be able to see what kind of person she is."

To be honest, Maryanne did not care about what they were thinking. All she wanted to do now was to go home and sleep peacefully.

For her, Hobart directly left the car in the leisure club and stopped a taxi outside the club. Then he took her back to the Home of Smith.

Being just a little slower, Jarvy got out of the club holding the suit jacket tightly in his hands.

Looking at the traffic on the street, he slowly put his coat back on. It seemed that there was still a faint scent of Maryanne, which was enough to frenzy a man.

At the Home of Smith.

"Hobart, Maryanne, didn't you not come back

for lunch?"

At this time, Tony and Hobart's mother were looking at their children in surprise.

When they saw Maryanne's dejected expression, they quickly asked, "What's wrong with Maryanne?!"

"Dad, Mom," Hobart felt guilty and said, "It's all my fault. I didn't take good care of Maryanne. She seemed to be blown by the air conditioner. I'll send her back to her room to rest now. Ask the kitchen to cook her porridge, and then call the family doctor."

Hobart did not waste any more time as he returned to her room with Maryanne in his arms.

"Brother..." Maryanne heard his chestthumping, knowing that he was both worried and self- blameful. She could not help but whisper, "This has nothing to do with you, it's all because of me..."

"Alright, stop talking." Hobart placed her on the bed. He did not even bother to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Instead, he pulled up the blanket beside him and covered her with it. "If I had not been too engrossed in the game, I would've found out that you're not feeling well."

Maryanne's small hand made its way out of the blanket and grabbed Hobart's little finger. She said obediently, "No, you didn't. You found it out early. Otherwise, would I be able to come back so quickly? I was already dragged to other places to hang out by them."

Hobart let out a sad laugh. "Maryanne, you've grown up." You were already able to comfort me.

Maryanne showed a cute smile.

"However," Hobart changed the subject and said, "if you feel uncomfortable in the future, you must tell me. No matter what occasion it is, your health is the most important."

Maryanne said in a complicated tone, "I'm sorry, brother."

"Silly sister, I'm the one who should apologize." Hobart sighed.

Maryanne's expression became even more complicated.

Hobart thought that she was not feeling well but could not help and asked softly, "Would you like to take a nap first?"

Maryanne's little thumb was hooked even tighter. "No, I want to talk to you!"

Hobart was stunned for a moment before replying, "Alright, I'll keep you company."

Half an hour later...

Thinking of this, Hobart wanted to ask Maryanne Smith about it subconsciously, but when he saw her sleeping face, he could only hold it back.

"I'll ask her after she recovers."

When she heard a "click-clack" from the door, Maryanne, who had been keeping her eyes shut, slowly opened them. When she saw that Hobart was no longer here, she felt reassured and opened her eyes completely.

[Sorry, brother. I didn't want to lie to you and make you worried.]

Maryanne stared at the ceiling in shame.

Just then, her cell phone in the leather bag suddenly rang.

Maryanne's heart skipped a beat. Almost immediately, she lifted the blanket and rummaged through the phone in her leather bag.

Because her new number was known by both Hobart and Milton only, that's why she...

When she saw the familiar number on the phone screen, the corners of Maryanne's lips curled up subconsciously.

The next second, she realized that she could not wait to do something for someone who had hurt her. Maryanne's face turned red and white, but she could not help but answer it.

"Hey?" She tried to make her voice sound impatient. She didn't know if she had succeeded.

"Maryanne, I'm so glad that you're willing to answer my phone."

Hearing his joyful voice, she could almost imagine how excited he was at this moment.

He rarely felt excited for her. Unless she deliberately provoked him, but after that, she couldn't get any better apart from quarreling and cold war.

"You called me just to know whether I'm willing to pick up your call or not? Well, since you know it now, can I hang up the phone?"

The voice on the other end of the line hurriedly said, "Don't, don't hang up! I have something to tell you."