Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1870

Seeing that Sierra could not hide her shock, Maryanne quickly explained, "What I mean is, we will just cover ourselves with blankets and sleep. We won't do anything else!”

"The doctor said that Milton will need another two months to fully recover,” Sierra said in a cryptic tone. "Take it easy, you two."

Maryanne blushed. "Mm!" she said, and then she asked, "Aunt Sierra, is it time to prepare dinner? I, I'll help you!"

If it was in the past, Sierra would definitely be very happy to see Maryanne trying to please her.

But now, she just said faintly, "You and Milton haven't seen each other for so long, so you should have a lot to say. You'd better accompany him."

Maryanne bit her lip in embarrassment. Milton had encouraged her just now, asking her to help Aunt Sierra work to win herself a good impression. But Aunt Sierra had asked her to go back to keep Milton company. Then, who should she listen to?

If it were Amelia, she would definitely think of a way to satisfy both sides.

Maryanne could not help but feel discouraged at the thought.

Seeing her stammering. Sierra's heart suddenly softened. "Since you want to help so much, then come."

Really?!

Maryanne's eyes lit up instantly. She quickly caught up to Sierra's footsteps and entered the kitchen without hesitation.

*

In the evening, when Maryanne served food to Milton, who was resting in his bedroom, the other party could tell at a glance. "Maryanne, did you make all these?"

Maryanne looked at the burnt fish and the overcooked vegetables. She let out an almost inaudible hum.

Seeing her sad face, Milton could not help but comfort her. "It doesn't matter. Take your time. Besides, it's not like you have to cook in the future. I can do it."

After that, he supported his upper body with one foot and one arm, and then took the plate from her hand.

For some reason, Maryanne's tears pattered down her cheeks.

Milton was stunned and asked, "Maryanne?"

Maryanne was caught in his gaze. She sobbed and said, "I'm so stupid... I can't even cook. How am I supposed to take care of you and Aunt Sierra in the future?

It's best if you don't like me... I'll drag you down! You got hurt this time because of me, but I... I can't do anything for you!

I'm really useless. I'm so useless. I hate myself!"

It seemed that Amelia's appearance today was a great blow to Maryanne.

Milton put the plate aside and said, "Maryanne, since you don't know how to cook, I'll hire a chef in the future. You don't know how to take care of my mom and me, I'll hire a nanny in the future."

"You are afraid of dragging me down, so I will make more money. Also, in fact, even if I don't do anything for the second half of my life, just the inheritance left by my father will be enough to support you and my mother. So, you don't have to be so pessimistic, understand?"

Maryanne, moved by his words, couldn't help sobbing and threw herself into his arms.

No matter how hard she cried, Milton was always patiently comforting her. "I know that you feel aggrieved. It's okay to cry out."

After a while, Maryanne's loud cry turned into sobs. "I, hiccup! I'm fine now... Hiccup! I'll feed you!"

Milton helped her catch her breath and said, "Take your time."

"I'm done!" Maryanne wiped the tear stains on her face, looking very strong.

Milton smiled and nodded. "Alright, then I'll have to trouble you to feed me."

*

Patrick looked at her back with a stunned face and thought, "Don't think about solving the problem by pissing off!"

A few minutes later, Amelia came out with her belly in her hands, looking comfortable as if she had solved her physical needs.

The next second, she sat in front of the dressing table and did simple skin care before she went to the bed...

Patrick suddenly jumped up from the ground and threw himself on the big bed, not letting her get on the bed smoothly!

"It's still early, Amy. Are you this bored that you want to sleep so soon?" Patrick said, "If you feel bored, you can talk to me. I will... Hey, Amy, don’t pull my leg! You can't pull me down, just give up."

Amelia really couldn't pull Patrick down. She stood at the bedside and coldly stared at him for a moment. Then she suddenly picked up her pillow and turned to leave.

D*mn it!

Seeing the situation, Patrick's heart jolted. He immediately rolled down the bed and chased

after her.

"Fine! I surrender, I surrender, okay?" Patrick said, gritting his teeth as he grabbed her pillow-holding little hand.

Amelia slowly turned around and asked with her eyes if he was shameless.

"Do whatever you want!" Patrick said gloomily. Then he directly picked her up and walked to their big bed.

Amelia held a soft pillow with one hand and gently hooked his neck with the other.

Patrick turned his head and glared at her. "Don't turn me on after refusing me. Don't you know it's cruel?"

Amelia mouthed an "oh" and was about to withdraw her hand when he glared at her even more fiercely. "Try to withdraw it if you dare!"