Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1771

Maryanne's face heated up again, but she wanted him to hurry up a little more. "Why? I'll wear whatever I like, and I'll wear whatever I like. It's none of your business!"

"If you insist on wearing this for others to see, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of bed in the future." Milton Look's words carried no hint of a joke.

"Are you threatening me?" Maryanne, whose face was red, was about to say that she was not going to accept this excuse. At this moment, Milton sighed softly and said, "It's not a threat. I can't help it."

Which man could stand her when he saw her coquettish lover dressed up like a fairy?

The seriousness in his words made Maryanne unable to retort.

"Maryanne, I'm going back."

So soon?

"I also wish to stay a little longer, but I am afraid that your brother will see me." After a while, Milton continued, "I will come to see you tomorrow."

" ." If she had been crueler, she would stop

him to come again. But she still lost to him.

When the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the ground came from the other end of the phone, Maryanne could not help but feel a wave of reluctance.

She pulled open the curtains and looked out of the window.

Then, she saw Milton stepping in place. Seeing her appearance, he waved at her again.

This time he waved his hand in a bigger arc, showing his pleasant mood.

When Maryanne realized that she had been fooled around, she was so angry. She could not help but cursed, "Are you out of your mind?"

Milton smiled with a good temper and said, "I just want to see if you will show up and see me off."

'I'll send you to the West!" Maryanne turned off the phone and threw herself into the quilt, pounding the pillow as if it was Milton's face.

Knock, knock, knock.

Right at this moment, someone knocked on the door.

"Maryanne, I brought you some porridge," said Hobart.

Then he said, "I am opening the door and coming in."

Maryanne quickly went back to her original position and pretended to fall asleep.

The next second, the door opened.

Hobart came in with a tray and immediately checked on Maryanne's face. "Why is your face red again?"

He reached out his hand and found that it was hotter than before. He couldn't help but wonder if the family doctor's diagnosis was accurate.

Was it really need not send her to the hospital?

Hobart was worried as Maryanne slowly opened her eyes as if she had smelt the aroma of porridge. She looked at him in a daze and asked, "Brother, you're here?"

Hobart sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "Yes, how do you feel now?"

Maryanne nodded. "I feel much better.”

"Really? Don't push yourself."

"It's true." She didn't know what was going on either, but after being "introspected" by Milton, she felt much more refreshed.

However, this was not a good thing. What if she recovered and her brother was busy arranging a blind date for her?

"Okay, I'll help you get up and have porridge."

Maryanne nodded and continued to pretend to be weak and let Hobart to assist her and feed her.

If possible, she really didn't want to deceive him, let alone to bother him.

However, this was the only way she could escape from everything she did not want to face.

Maryanne's expression turned serious. "Then be careful, brother! They might be after our family's assets!"

"Ha!" Hobart couldn't help but laugh out.

"Brother, don't laugh. I'm telling the truth. Those young masters have seen all kinds of women. I'm neither smart nor beautiful. Do they like me? Unless that person is blind."

"Achoo..." On the way home, Milton sneezed suddenly.

Hobart burst out laughing and looked at Maryanne Smith. "You're so lame, why do you think so? I think you're not only very clever but also a rare beauty."

"That's because you are my brother, my biological brother! You are wearing such a thick filter mirror to look at me. How can I not be smart and beautiful?"

In the end, Maryanne said nervously, "Brother, didn't you hear Alexer say that Jarvy is surrounded by female celebrities? How can I be any more beautiful than a female celebrity? Are you willing to drag me into a fiery pit like you?"

" What did he mean by "a fire pit" like

him? Wasn't he just a little more romantic?

Besides, he had been much more restrained recently!

Hobart cleared his throat and asked, "You’re not interested in Jarvy Tomson at all? He even taught you how to play the game."

He had a higher expectation for Jarvy, so he could not help but say a few good words to him.

However, the more he backed him up, the more Maryanne rejected him. "He's too handsome. He's not my cup of tea."

"Hm?" Hobart was shocked. Wasn't his younger sister been greatly concerned about people appearance?

Maryanne said seriously, "I like the ugly one right now."

"...Achoo!" Milton, who was waiting for the red light, rubbed his nose and quietly raised the temperature of the air conditioner inside the car.

"You like ugly people, don't you?" Hobart suppressed the twitch on his lips and continued to bicker with her. "There are a few senior executives who look sorry. When you recover, I'll take you to meet them."