Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1840

After finding the right ward number, Maryanne immediately pushed the door and went in without hesitation.

What caught Maryanne's eye was the scene of Amelia wiping Milton's hands with a towel. The atmosphere between the two of them was something Maryanne felt she would never be able to achieve in this lifetime.

What's more, when she saw Milton's plastered hand and leg, for a moment, the impact was so great that Maryanne was stunned at the door.

The sound of Maryanne pushing the door alerted Milton and Amelia.

When Milton saw that it was Maryanne, his pupils contracted violently. The next second, he struggled to sit up. "Maryanne!!!"

After being stunned for a while, Amelia put the towel aside and naturally distanced herself from Milton.

"Milton, I'm here to see you.”

Although she was envious, Maryanne was not jealous this time.

First, she knew that the relationship between Milton and Amelia had exceeded the affection between men and women, just like brother and sister.

Secondly, Milton proved to her with his actions that he really liked her, which was why she could watch this scene so calmly.

Seeing Maryanne walking toward him, Milton couldn't wait to reach out his hand, grab her wrist, and pull her into his arms!

Maryanne screamed in fright when she was about to fall on Milton's chest. "Wait, you're injured!"

"It doesn't matter. Let me hug you! As long as I hug you, I'll recover from all the injuries!" Milton tilted his head and kissed her forehead.

During this period, Amelia was clever enough to close the door for them and left.

As Milton kissed her, her face turned completely red. How could she not know that he had such an impatient side?

However, she really wanted to get close to him...

Unable to control herself, Maryanne shakily closed her eyes and let Milton press his lips on hers.

As soon as their lips touched each other, they sucked hard...

After a while, they were finally willing to let go of each other.

Maryanne leaned on Milton's shoulder, and her enchanting eyes swept back and forth over his injured hand and foot. The sweetness in her heart was gradually overwhelmed by pain.

Milton sensed that her body was trembling slightly under his palm. He looked down and found that the little woman in his arms had already cried.

"You big liar, you're clearly injured so badly, yet you're lying to me that it's just a superficial wound. I... Woo woo woo!" Maryanne could not bear to beat him, so she could only beat the bed.

Milton felt pity for her. "What about you? You obviously live in that kind of small hotel, but you lied to me that you're living in a proper hotel."

"How... how did you know?" Maryanne asked. Then, she suddenly remembered, "It was Amelia..."

"It's Patrick." Milton said, "I asked Amelia to ask him to find your whereabouts."

Maryanne said in a low and muffled voice, "Why did you ask him to help? He loves to see others making a fool of themselves! He's very, very mean."

Milton shared the same feeling and said, "He is indeed very mean to others, but he's not like that to Amelia. In order to figure out your situation as soon as possible, I had to ask him for help."

After that, he asked, "Maryanne, did your family agree to let us meet each other?"

"No!" Maryanne said. "I sneaked here."

Milton frowned. "Then... how about those

people?"

"I dumped them on the way!" Maryanne bluffed.

"I should be." Jarvy looked at Maryanne with a smile and said with a very strong hint, "I hope that after today's incident, I will be your friend, Maryanne."

The ambiguous words from Jarvy's mouth could only be understood by those who were involved, and together with how he addressed Maryanne, it made Milton's mood suddenly soar!

Maryanne quickly disentangled herself from Jarvy, "Don't call me that! I'm not familiar with you at all!"

"Alright, alright, alright. I'll call you Miss Maryanne Smith. Is that alright?"

Instead of getting angry, Jarvy even had a doting look on his face, as if he were taking care of his troublesome girlfriend.

Maryanne asked angrily, "How did you get here?"

Jarvy said with ease, "I just asked the front desk which ward is Mr. Cook in."

"Did... you settle all of them?" Maryanne asked in disbelief.

"Yes, I have practiced combat before. They are not my match," Jarvy said as he gave Milton a subtle glance.

This glance, in Milton's eyes, was like mocking his uselessness!

One of his hands and feet were broken by Jarvy's defeated opponents. How ridiculous!

"Are you really that powerful?"

Maryanne looked at Jarvy with surprise. If he could defeat those people sent by her brother, she would have more chances to meet Milton in the future!

Jarvy smiled and said, "If you don't believe it, I will find an opportunity to demonstrate it to you personally, huh?"

"That's great!"

Maryanne now completely identified Jarvy as a useful person for her. She took the initiative to be honest with Milton, "Dear, let me tell you the truth. I was lying to you just now. I didn't shake those people off. Mr. Tomson helped me block them downstairs. Sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you. I was just afraid that you would misunderstand.”