Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1868

Hearing this, Milton said, "Since mom has agreed to let you come in to see me, it proves that she's not against our relationship."

"But Aunt Sierra's attitude towards me is a lot colder now. I'm a little worried that I can't

please her anymore."

Maryanne's eyes reddened as she spoke.

Milton stroked her back and said, "Don't worry. With me, your relationship will be restored as before."

"Yes, I believe you!" Maryanne held his neck tightly with her two small hands and said with full trust.

At this time, Milton thought of something and asked, "By the way, has Jarvy been bothering you recently?"

Maryanne's body froze slightly before she said, "Didn't I tell you on the phone? No, I've already rejected him."

Milton said with a complicated expression, "Don't think I'm too wordy. I'm just worried that it's not safe for a girl to live outside alone."

Maryanne pretended to be relaxed and said, "Have you forgotten that my brother's men have been keeping their eyes on me? No one can take advantage of me."

Milton was still worried. As a man, he could tell that Jarvy was eyeing Maryanne covetously.

Also, he felt that Maryanne was not telling the truth. Jarvy's attitude showed that he had nothing to fear. Perhaps he had already gained Hobart's approval.

On the other hand, he was despised by the Smith family apart from Maryanne, and his body had not yet recovered completely. Now, he even had to meet Maryanne secretly, this...

The more Milton thought about it, the more worried he became. He couldn't help saying to Maryanne, "Maryanne, I really want to get better soon so that I can take you and mom away from home!"

"Take us away?" Maryanne paused and asked with great enthusiasm, "Where are you going to take us to? The UK? You have business there, right?"

Milton said, "We aren't going to the UK. When I went to your house to apologize that day, I have already disclosed my business in the UK. If your brother and parents find us, it will only increase our troubles."

"That's right. What about your job? Don't you want it?" Maryanne joked. "How are you going to support me and Aunt Sierra?"

"With my ability," Milton said confidently.

It was not that he was bragging, he could handle his branch office in the UK. He could also do it well in another country.

Maryanne was moved by the confidence in his eyes, but at the same time, she felt a little ashamed. "Compared to you, I'm really too useless. When I was young, I didn't study hard, and when I grew up, I became idle."

"Without my brother, parents, and the others, I would have starved to death long ago. Now, I want to do something for you, but I can't think of what I can do, alas..."

Milton was already satisfied with her thinking. "You just need to stay with me. Don't worry about anything else."

Maryanne thought for a moment before suddenly asking, "Eh? How about I teach violin in the future?"

Milton's face stiffened. "Maryanne, but your hand..."

He had learned about it online. When playing the violin, if one wore gloves, his palm would slip and he would not be able to play the violin at all.

"It doesn't matter. When I came out today..." While speaking, Maryanne's smiling face gradually disappeared. "I scared a child to tears..."

Maryanne placed her hand in front of her and said thoughtfully, "Looks like I'll have to pick someone older when I take in students in the future, or else they'll be scared out of their wits whenever they see my hand."

Milton's heart ached, but he pretended to be indifferent and said, "In fact, looking carefully, it's not that scary. It's that child that saw you who was too timid. That's a girl, right?"

Maryanne burst out laughing. "No, it was a boy. He's dignified and well-developed. I didn't expect him to immediately find his parents when he saw my hand."

"A boy can't have such a character. I'm afraid that his future would be ruined to be brought up like this by his family." Milton said with a sharp tongue.

After all, the chubby little guy cried when he saw Maryanne. Was it necessary? Maryanne was beautiful everywhere except for her hands. Why couldn't the chubby guy look elsewhere? Why did he see Maryanne's hands? Wasn't he sick?

Maryanne nodded. "Yeah, when his father asked him why he was crying, he pointed at me with his hand. It's really uneducated, but fortunately, his father didn't say anything. Otherwise, I would have slapped him and let him and his son stand on the street and cry, letting them have a taste of being

surrounded."

What Maryanne said was not a joke. She had always been a person who offended people. She only restrained herself after falling in love with Milton.

If it was in the past, Milton would probably frown when he heard her words.

But now, in his heart, Maryanne was the best. Instead, he felt that she should protect herself in this way.

"Maryanne, do you have enough money to spend?" He asked again.

"Yes. I have a lot left." Maryanne lifted the thin blanket covering her body and tidied up her scattered clothes. She then turned to Milton on the bed and said, "I'll ask Amelia a few questions first. I'll come back later to accompany you."

Seeing Milton's worried expression, Maryanne lowered her head and pecked him. "Don't worry, I won't argue with her."

Milton nodded and didn't forget to remind her, "Then come back soon."

"Okay." Maryanne helped him tuck the corners of the blanket and got up to leave.

"I thought so too, but I'm afraid that Milton won't agree."

"Then let me communicate with him!" Amelia held Sierra's hand, and the smile on her face had the power to dispel all negative emotions. "In fact, we should think about it from another angle."

"One day in the future, Maryanne will marry Milton and raise his children. Maybe the Smith family will give up breaking them up when they know that it's too late. At that time, you and Milton will be reunited, won't you?"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Sierra's face and she quickly said, "I hope so!"

Seeing how happy she was, Amelia could not help but let out a sigh of relief. She thought to herself, "Milton, I can only help you this far!"

"She's here." Just then, when Sierra saw Maryanne walking towards them, she could not help but remind Amelia.

Hearing this, Amelia turned back and happened to meet Maryanne's eyes.

She nodded to her naturally, while Maryanne asked uneasily, "Can I have a word with you alone?"

Amelia agreed and said, "Okay."

Beside her, Sierra became nervous. "Maryanne, Amelia's belly is so big that it's not suitable for her to move around. If you have anything to say, just say it here."

Although Sierra's words were reasonable, Maryanne understood something. She must be worried about her. She was afraid that she would do something to Amelia.

Although she was sad, what could she do? She was the one who first hurt Amelia. No wonder Aunt Sierra was so wary of her.

"Aunt Sierra, it doesn't matter." Noticing that the atmosphere on both sides was somewhat stagnant, Amelia adjusted her tone and said, "I'll be back soon."

"Amelia!" Sierra looked at her in disapproval. If something happened to her again, how could she explain it to Patrick?

Maryanne glanced at Sierra in disappointment. She compromised and said, "Forget it, let's talk here."

Only then did Sierra say nothing.

Amelia sighed in her heart. It seemed that Milton was bound to be the awkward middle person in the future. She hoped that he could defuse it smoothly.

After Maryanne sat down, she asked directly, "Amelia, why did you and Patrick help me?"

Amelia knew that she was going to ask this question. "Didn't I write a small note and put it in the luggage bag and ask the person to give it to you together? We were entrusted by Milton to help you."

Maryanne frowned, "I can understand you, but Patrick should hate me and Milton. Why would he help?"