Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1817

On the way back to the Home of Smith, Hobart asked with concern, "Maryanne, how did it go? Did you have a good time tonight?"

Maryanne replied perfunctorily, "Just so so."

Hobart pursed his lips. "Jarvy didn't bully you, did he?"

Maryanne sneered, "He has always been taking advantage of me."

"How did he take advantage of you?"

Hobart suddenly became nervous. He was indeed optimistic about Jarvy, but the premise was that the other party must abide by the rules!

Maryanne forced herself to squeeze out two teardrops. "He said that I'm his girlfriend in front of the reporters, and even tried to touch me. Brother, are you looking for a boyfriend or a hooligan for me? Do you hate me that much?"

Hobart immediately said, "How dare this kid do this to you!"

Maryanne bit her lip and glanced at him. "You're no better than him. If Jarvy is a fire pit, then you're the murderer who pushed your younger sister into the fire pit. You and him are the same. Don't blame each other!"

"Maryanne!" Hobart anxiously parked his car at the side of the road and turned his head to her. "I don't know he's that kind of person! Where, where did he touch you? Tell me, I'll get someone to break his hand!"

Hobart was so anxious that he could barely sit still. Maryanne suddenly felt uneasy, but Jarvy was too dangerous for her. In order to get rid of him, she could only continue to lie with her eyes wide open—

"There are so many places he touched, such as my hands, shoulders, my waist and so on. If I hadn't been wearing my pants today, maybe my legs..."

"Alright, stop talking!" Hobart slammed the steering wheel in anger and said with great regret, "It's my fault! I shouldn't have trusted that guy!"

When Maryanne saw that she was about to fan the flames, she immediately softened her voice and said pitifully, "Brother, it's not too late for you to know what Jarvy is like now. In the future, can you stop letting me interact with him anymore? I'm afraid..."

"Don't worry, don't worry!" Hobart quickly pulled her into his arms and coaxed her softly. At the same time, he was secretly blaming himself.

Was it because he was too anxious about Maryanne's feelings? As a result, Maryanne was almost hurt again!

As he thought about it, the guilt in Hobart's heart surged to its peak.

He even forgot to consider whether Maryanne was lying to him. "I will never let that person approach you again! Don't be afraid."

Maryanne's lips curled into a smile. "But you said just now that you're going to treat him to a meal next time..."

"I won't, I won't! Tell him to f*ck off!" Hobart said without even thinking.

Maryanne was overjoyed and asked, "Really?"

Hobart, who was in a rage, did not notice her strangeness and said, "I will never talk about the nonsense theory of 'prodigal son' again. I will find you an honest man, okay?"

"Well, this is what you said, brother. I like honest men."

An honest man was good. He would be considerate and had less means, so she could deal with it more easily!

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After returning home, Maryanne removed her makeup and took a bath. She didn't give up and took out her cell phone from her bag. Her resentment was about to turn into substance.

"Why hasn't he contacted me yet? Doesn't he intend to come here today?"

Humph!

He even said that he would coax her until she agreed to get back together with him. However, it was only a few days later and he couldn't hold on anymore!

Just as Maryanne was tossing and turning, a text message suddenly appeared on the screen.

She was happy in her heart, thinking that it was a text message sent from the person in her heart. However, after careful observation, she found out that it was Jarvy who sent her a text message asking if she had arrived home.

Maryanne's face darkened and she deleted the text message in anger. Then, she threw her phone aside and ignored the phone call.

Anyway, it must be Jarvy who called as she did not reply his text message. Why would she answer it?

However, he did not expect Jarvy to be so perseverant. He made many phone calls, one after another. In the end, Maryanne was so annoyed that she grabbed her phone and was about to turn it off!

As a result, the number on the screen was not from Jarvy, but Milton!

Maryanne quickly picked up the phone in shock. "Hey, Mil... Milton..."

The next second, Milton asked with concern, "Maryanne, why do you sound like you've seen a ghost? Why are you shaking so badly? Did you have a nightmare?"

"No, no!" Maryanne rubbed her face. She couldn't tell if she was happy or wronged at this moment. She only knew that she had been waiting for him for a long time...

"Why do you call me so late?"

Hearing her aggrieved complaints, Milton's voice became softer. "Maryanne, do you miss me?"

"No, no! I'm just... Hey! Don't change the subject, answer my question honestly!"

"My mother is not feeling well today. I have been taking care of her all day at home."

Maryanne's tone instantly became obedient. "What's wrong with Aunt Sierra?"

"Just cold and fever."

"Have you looked for a doctor?"

"Yes. It's nothing serious. But she's just like me, she misses you so much."

Jarvy said bitterly, "This is called 'gentleman'. My God! Hobart, have you forgotten? You asked me to take care of Maryanne! Besides, please take a closer look. My hand did not touch Maryanne's waist directly, okay?"

"Is, is that so?" Hobart read through the newspaper and did not know who to trust.

Jarvy said seriously, "Hobart, I don't know what Maryanne said to you when she went back last night."

"But I can guarantee that I am absolutely well-behaved to her. Everyone who goes to the press conference can prove this for me.

In addition, Hobart, I truly like your younger sister. Perhaps it was precisely because my intentions were too clear that made Maryanne feel conflicted.

Maryanne told me that she wanted to rest when she got on the car last night. I was afraid that she would catch a cold, so I gave her my jacket, but she refused.

She was pretending to be asleep on the way, making it impossible for me to communicate with her. Not to mention if I take advantage of her, wouldn't she kill me?"

Hobart could not help but curse, "Mr. Tomson, I'll personally go and verify what you said. Let's contact each other later."

After hanging up, Hobart rolled his eyes and said to the maid beside him, "You, go invite Miss out for tea."

"Yes, my lord."

Moments later...

Maryanne looked at the empty tea table and asked, "Brother, where's the tea?"

Hobart patted the empty seat next to him and said, "Sit down first. I have something to ask you."

"Oh." Maryanne observed Hobart's expression as she obediently sat down.

Seeing Hobart holding a newspaper in his hand, she couldn't help but ask, "Brother, this is?"

Hobart's face gradually became angry, "This is the news that you and Jarvy took part in the press conference last night!

It not only said that you were Jarvy's girlfriend, but also said that Jarvy was extremely affectionate and impetuous to you all the time.

He almost kissed you at the end of the press conference. I really, really misread him!"

Maryanne's face was blank. "No way? Even the reporters are helping her this way?" She thought.

At that time, a strand of her hair was accidentally hooked by the zipper of the leather bag of the person on the backseat. Jarvy leaned over to help her pull it out.

"I don't know why the group of reporters could actually write that Jarvy was kissing her?"

Maryanne realized that she could not afford to lose this opportunity, so she immediately turned on the drama queen mode and said, "Brother, I told you last night that Jarvy was a hooligan. If I had not reacted quickly, he would have kissed me!"