Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1874

Before going to bed, Milton faced a new round of test.

Seeing Maryanne, who was wearing thin pajamas, walking towards him from the door step by step. Milton's heart was in turmoil. He was afraid that she would become a female goblin and pounce on him in the next second.

Maryanne asked, "Honey, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Although she was asking, in fact, Maryanne had already taken the pillow out of the storeroom and was waiting eagerly for his approval.

When he was faced with his beloved woman, Milton found it hard to turn her down.

He glanced at the bed space beside him and found that it was quite spacious. As long as he slept a little further, he would not lose control.

Thinking of this, he nodded and said, "Well,

come on."

Milton admitted that he was looking forward to it. Even if they had been in the hotel, they were sleeping in different beds. They had never slept together like tonight.

With his consent, Maryanne could not help but smile. Then, she put her pillow right beside his.

As a result, maybe he had noticed something, so he pulled his pillow farther away.

Maryanne was unwilling to give up and pushed her pillow over again. He dodged again, and she pushed again...

It was not until his pillow was halfway hanging in the air that Maryanne could not bear to watch anymore and asked, "Do you want to sleep under the bed?"

Milton smiled bitterly. "Who is he doing all this for?"

"You don't want to be close to me that much?"

Even though she knew it wasn't the case, Maryanne still had a little bit of a temper. Could it be that she didn't have any feminine charm at all and couldn't seduce her boyfriend to throw himself at her while losing his mind?

Milton sighed and said, "If I don't want to get close to you, how could I agree to let you sleep on my bed?"

"Then you can't hide anymore. I just want to sleep with you! If you dodge again, I'll go back to the hotel!" Maryanne threatened.

They finally had a chance to meet, but this man didn't cherish it at all!

Besides, she had already thrown herself into his arms. How could he hide?

"Okay, okay, okay. I won't hide anymore. I'll pull back the pillow."

"That's more like it."

Looking at the two pillows that seemed to be connected to each other, Maryanne's lips curled into a satisfied smile. She then kicked off her slippers and climbed onto Milton's bed.

Milton looked at the little goblin getting closer and closer to him. Her eyebrows, nose, and red lips were all within reach. If it weren't for the fact that he was unable to move now, he would have already done something to her.

"Oh dear!" Just as Maryanne was sitting on the bed, Milton heard her scream.

He asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Maryanne frowned and said, "My butt hurts."

"Your butt... hurts?" As soon as Milton reached out his hand, he withdrew it immediately. Why was it her butt that hurt? He couldn't touch it, could he?

Maryanne grumbled, "Yeah, I fell twice in the bathroom. How can it not hurt?"

Milton remembered, "Isn't it once?"

Maryanne said, "When Aunt Sierra came in, I was so scared that I rolled off you and fell again. Did you forget?"

Upon hearing this, Milton immediately remembered. He couldn't help feeling a little anxious. "Then why didn't you say it back then?" "At that time, I was shocked and even forgot the pain."

Milton burst out laughing. "Aren't you fearless? Will you get frightened easily by someone?"

Maryanne pulled her pajamas and said, "That's different. Aunt Sierra is my future mother-in-law, and she has always been very kind to me. How can I be so unbridled in front of her?"

Milton was secretly satisfied with the respect in her words. It seemed that Maryanne was still reasonable after all. "Does it still hurt now?"

Maryanne looked at him pitifully. "It does."

Then, she asked, "Honey, can you help me rub it?" He did not know whether she did it cluelessly or on purpose.

Can you help me rub it...

Milton's head buzzed as if his brain was going to bleed. He felt dizzy.

"I..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he heard his hoarse voice. Milton coughed slightly, and his handsome face was full of struggle. "Maryanne, don't make trouble."

Maryanne scolded him. "My butt hurts, yet you think I'm kicking up a fuss? You don't even feel sorry for me!"

“...Maryanne, what, what are you doing?” Seeing Maryanne suddenly grab his intact hand, Milton had a bad feeling in his heart. "I'll ask my mother to come in and massage it for you!"

Hearing that, Maryanne's expression froze, and then she hid her little butt under the quilt, saying, "No, no! I suddenly feel that it doesn't hurt at all. Ah, I'm so sleepy, let's go to sleep, dear!"

Milton finally found Maryanne's weakness and heaved a sigh of relief. If she continued to pester him, he would explode.

After she lay down, she stared at him unblinkingly with her round eyes. Under the soft light, her small white face was shining as well. Suddenly, all the restlessness in Milton's heart calmed down. He just wanted to stay with her forever.

At this moment, Maryanne's voice broke the beautiful silence. "Honey, shall we not turn off the lights?"

"Why not?"

"Because I want to see you as soon as I open my eyes."

Seeing this, Milton teased her. "Paper tiger." "You're the paper tiger!" Maryanne retorted indignantly. "We've been together for so long, but I've never seen you take real action. Who's the paper tiger?"

Milton's chest heaved heavily. "Well, since you want me to take action, I'll satisfy you tonight!"

No matter how regretful Maryanne might be, he immediately kissed her red lips...

That night, although the two of them did not accomplish the final step, Maryanne was still played by Milton. She was so tired that she almost could not get up the next day.

*

The next day.

When Amelia was idle and watering flowers in the small garden, a figure was gradually approaching her.

When Amelia turned around, she inadvertently glanced at her, and then her eyes were completely fixed.

It was Savannah!

Seeing Amelia looking at her, Savannah's hesitant steps became more and more hesitant.

After a long while, she moved to Amelia and shouted nervously through the fence, "Miss, Miss Amelia Ramsay'

Miss Amelia Ramsay?

Amelia's fingers, which were holding the water pipe, could not help but tighten slightly. She looked at the middle- aged woman in front of her, trying to find a trace of similarity with herself, but no matter how hard she tried to find it, all she saw was unfamiliarity.

Under her intense gaze, Savannah's body gradually trembled.

Seeing this, Amelia couldn't help but think, "My mother should be a strong woman like Petty, not a weak woman who is so timid that she can't even look at me in the eyes!"

After taking a deep breath, she asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Savannah clearly felt the chill on Amelia's body. When she thought that the other party might have known something, her body couldn't help but tremble more intensely. She lowered her head and said, "I, I came here to ask you if you know where my son is?"

"How would I know where your son is?"

Amelia said in a mocking tone, "Maybe he has gone somewhere to do something bad. He likes creating chaos everywhere."

"He is not such a person!”

Seeing the other party's timid appearance suddenly filled with indignation, Amelia couldn't help squinting her eyes.

This woman didn't want her daughter, but she treated Sawyer, who wasn't her own son, dearly.

In order to find out where Sawyer was, the other party didn’t even hesitate to come and ask her, who was once a ' prisoner', for information?

Even if she was a loyal servant, there was no need to do this, right?