Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1872

After listening, Maryanne realized that this was very simple, so she immediately started to take action.

As a result, when her hand just touched the collar of Milton's shirt, she was caught by his intact hand.

Maryanne looked up at him. "What's wrong?"

"I'll take it off myself," Milton said somewhat unnaturally.

Maryanne pouted. "What are you nervous about? I've seen it before!"

As she spoke, she knocked his hand away and began to unbutton his shirt.

After a while, Milton's upper body was revealed.

Maryanne saw this scene last time when he had just broken his bones and entered the hospital. At that time, she had no time to cry and had no mood to appreciate it.

Today, she was finally able to admire it as much as she liked.

She even reached out a finger and gently poked his abdomen.

At this time, Milton's body was slightly hot, and Maryanne's fingers were slightly cold. Milton immediately shivered when their skins touched.

However, Maryanne was so happy to poke and touch his body...

Milton felt that something bad would happen if she didn't stop. "Enough, Maryanne. Push me to the showerhead.''

"Hey-" Maryanne pointed at his pants. "But it hasn't been taken off yet."

Milton gritted his teeth. "You don't have to take it off. You can just shower me like this."

Maryanne noticed that there was something wrong with his expression and stopped playing with him. "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Please don't chase me out, okay?"

"Maryanne," Milton earnestly said. "I'm just scared of scaring you."

Maryanne's heart warmed. When other men saw a beautiful woman, whether she was their girlfriend or not, they would more or less fantasize about her.

But what about him? She was his girlfriend, but he said "this is not good" and "no" like an old man. At first glance, it sounded pedantic, but in fact, it was respect for her.

Respect was what Maryanne lacked the most.

Since young, apart from her big brother and parents who treated her sincerely, how many people had respected her?

The only one was the stupid man in front of her.

Maryanne replied, "I've said that I'm not afraid. Just leave yourself to me, alright?"

Milton thought, "Why do I feel like I'm the woman instead?"

When Maryanne took off Milton's pants, she still looked shy, but she tried not to show it, in case Milton tried to persuade her to go out again.

"Maryanne, that's it." This was the limit of Milton. If she continued to take it off, he would be naked.

Maryanne stared at the ceiling for a while before pushing the wheelchair to the showerhead. She asked, "Which side is hot and which side is cold?"

Milton looked down at the floor and said absent-mindedly, "On the left is hot, on the right is cold. But I'm used to showering with cold water in this weather."

"You'd better shower with warm water. You haven't fully recovered yet, so don't catch a cold." It was rare for Maryanne to be so attentive.

Milton had no objections.

Maryanne turned the switch to the middle, and the next second, a clatter of warm water flowed out...

Because Maryanne was standing close to Milton, and the area of the sprinkler was relatively large, half of her body was immediately drenched.

Milton, who had been staring at the floor, caught a glimpse of Maryanne's constantly dripping clothes and looked at her with concern.

As a result, he saw Maryanne looking down at him. The moment their eyes came into contact, they quickly averted their gaze.

"Hmm, Maryanne, clean yourself with a towel first."

"There's no need. I'll take a shower when you're done." Maryanne shook the beads of water off her body indifferently and turned to look for shampoo.

Milton had been staring at Maryanne's shadow on the floor. Seeing her looking left and right, he immediately guessed, "Start counting from left to right, shampoo and shower gel are placed in the second compartment opposite you. I finished the previous ones in the hospital."

"Okay, I know. Wait a minute."

Maryanne saw that the compartment was a little too high, so she decided to go out and look for a chair. However, she was not paying attention, so she slipped a little and slammed her whole body into the tiles of the bathtub.

Seeing the beautiful figure suddenly sway from the floor, Milton quickly raised his head to look at Maryanne. Seeing that she was about to fall, he quickly extended his long arm to hook her.

As a result, Maryanne's falling speed was too fast, and Milton only used one hand to catch her, his wheelchair overturned and the two of them fell to the ground together.

Seeing that she was so anxious that she was about to cry, Sierra sighed silently in her heart and pointed at the shower that was still watering down behind Maryanne. "Turn the showerhead off first," she said.

"Oh, oh... Okay!" Maryanne immediately turned her head and turned the showerhead off, then looked nervously at Sierra.

Sierra looked at her son, who was still sitting on the floor, and compared his size with Maryanne's silently. Suddenly, she regretted asking Maryanne to come in and help him take a bath. "Help me lift him up."

Hearing that, Maryanne remembered that Milton was still lying on the ground. She quickly lowered her head and looked at him apologetically.

Luckily, Milton didn't care about it, and he couldn't care less about his poor look now. After his girlfriend and mother both reached out to him, he returned to his wheelchair smoothly.

Sierra pulled a towel to cover his lower abdomen as she thought it was embarrassing.

After being embarrassed for a while, Milton explained, "Mom, Maryanne slipped accidentally just now, and I helped her in a hurry, so we fell down together."

Would they fall in such a position? Did they think she was easy to fool?

Seeing that Sierra's face was full of disbelief,

Milton continued, "Mom, I haven't finished yet. After falling down, Maryanne stood up and wanted to take me back to the wheelchair. As a result, I am too heavy and I dragged her down. You have seen everything that had happened afterward."

When she heard that, Sierra subconsciously turned to look at Maryanne. She saw the little girl's eyes staring straight at the ceiling. Her face was so red that it was nearly dripping blood.

When she saw this situation, she trusted them a little more. "Alright, no matter what the truth is, I still have to remind you that you shouldn't overdo it. Do you understand?"

Milton helplessly argued, "Maryanne and I didn't do anything."

Sierra could not help but glare at him. He had just placed his hand on her waist, yet he still said it was nothing?

Milton rubbed his nose resentfully under her stare.

"You said you fell, did it hurt anywhere?" asked Sierra.

Hearing this, Maryanne immediately withdrew her gaze from the ceiling. She looked at Milton and said self- reproachfully, “Aunt Sierra, I don't know exactly where Milton fell, but I know that his right hand must have been hurt. That's because when we fell, he used his right hand to support the floor. Do you think we should examine him?"

The look on Sierra's face couldn't help but freeze. "Milton, tell me the truth. If there's anything wrong, we'll deal with it as soon as possible. Otherwise, if it drags on, it will be worse."

Milton shook his head and said, "Mom, I'm really fine. Except for the pain just now, I don't feel anything now. If you're worried, ask the family doctor to come and see me tomorrow."

When Sierra noticed that her son was not trying to flaunt his superiority, she said, "Fine. Tomorrow, I'll ask the family doctor to come over, so that he can run a proper check on you."