Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1770

The more anxious he was, the happier she was. But she held back her laughter and continued to say coldly, "Go ahead."

"I miss you."

The four words were soft, lingering, and even more bloody than poison.

"Do you miss me?" he asked.

Maryanne held her breath as if her little thoughts had been caught. She replied awkwardly, "...What do I miss you for?"

"That's true." Milton's voice didn't sound very disappointed. On the contrary, he took the opportunity to confess again. "It's enough for me to think about you."

Maryanne couldn't help but cover her face. Without looking into the mirror, she knew that her face must be very red.

"Do you like the flower I gave you yesterday?"

Maryanne subconsciously looked at the window and saw that the flowers in the vase were still standing there. It was a sight that was pleasing to the eye.

But she did not want to say that, because she had said before that, the more anxious he was, the happier she would be.

"It was so ugly. I've thrown away!"

She thought that her words would be a blow to him, but she did not expect him to simply ask, "Maryanne, did you really throw the flowers away?"

Maryanne felt a strange sense of guilt. However, he did not have a pair of Clairvoyant eyes, so how would she know if she had thrown them away or not?

As a result, she said in a loud voice, "I told you I've thrown it away. If I lied to you, then I am a dog!"

Therefore, Milton smiled.

Maryanne was a little annoyed by his laugh.

"... What are you laughing at?"

His laughter reached her ears. "Maryanne, I saw it."

Maryanne was stunned for a moment before she asked subconsciously, "What did you see?"

"I saw the flowers I gave you and they were just placed in your room. Obviously, you like them very much."

Maryanne gasped when she heard that.

The next second, she seemed to think of something, so anxious that she didn't even wear slippers. She got out of bed and ran to the window. Then she looked down and saw Milton waving at her downstairs with a handsome face.

Looking at the smile on his face, Maryanne actually felt that it was even more dazzling than sunlight, causing her to feel dizzy.

She saw Milton's lips moving, so she heard his voice. "Maryanne, come closer. I want to look at you a few more times”

Strangely enough, Maryanne actually took two steps forward.

Originally, she only had a small head exposed to Milton's view. At this moment, she had revealed her upper body.

The smile on Milton's lips froze. "Maryanne, why... why are you dressed like that?"

Maryanne was stunned. She looked down at herself and realized that she was still wearing the red skirt!

Her face froze, and she stepped back reflexively, not wanting Milton to see how she looks like a gangster girl.

If Milton heard her thoughts at this time, he would probably laugh bitterly. She didn't look like a gangster girl at all in this dress, she was simply a devil who would provoke the fire!

He was suspicious when he saw her face with makeup. And since she was wearing a skirt. He was basically sure that she went out.

There was no problem with going out, but the problem was that she was so sexy in dress, which made him a little concerned.

No, not just a little.

In fact, Milton was just stunned. "Maryanne, don't move anymore. Consider it as my request."

Maryanne heard from his voice, contained thirty percent of anger with seventy percent of hoarseness. She thought that he was angry with her and could not help but felt disappointed.

Sure enough, she couldn't compare with his cherished love.

"It's just a little experiment and you're done. Mr. Cook, do you think I don't know that you like elegant and intellectual kind of appeal, just like Amelia Ramsay do?" She said.

"Since you don't like my appeal, then stay away from me, because I may be wearing this every day in the future!" After saying this, Maryanne reached out and was about to pull the curtains up.

At this moment, she suddenly heard Milton's hoarse voice, "Maryanne, I have a feeling." Maryanne's hand which was pulling the curtain couldn't help but freeze as she heard that.

"When I see you in this dress, I have that kind of feeling." For fear that she couldn't understand it, Milton went all out and said, "Can you understand what I'm trying to say? " Maryanne's face suddenly turned red!

What did he say!!!

After that, she pulled the curtains shut! She needed to be quiet right this moment!

As Milton saw that the person behind the window was covered, his eyes darkened. He wondered if Maryanne was angry.

"Maryanne, I said I liked your style, but it's too superficial. That's why I decided to change the way of speaking," he said innocently and apologetically.

Maryanne used the curtain to isolate his face. She felt better just now, but when she heard his words, she exploded again. "Then you said that you're going to have that kind of superficial feeling?! You're such a pervert!!" Milton stroked his hair and said, "Yes, yes, I'm a pervert. Why don't you come down and beat me up to vent your anger?"

Out of impulse, Maryanne almost agreed. "Humph, you're trying to lure me out to see you? Don't even think about it. I won't fall for your trap!"

Milton gave a wry smile. "You've caught me."

Maryanne was very pleased with herself. Ever since he said that he had that kind of feeling, she had begun to feel pleased and even faintly happy.

Milton's voice came again, "Maryanne, although your dress today is eye-catching, I hope you can only dress for me in this way in the future."