Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1930

Maryanne couldn't help but let out a sigh when she saw that he was silent. "That's why I said that in this world, only Milton can accept me. Any other man wouldn't be able to."

Hobart gritted his teeth.

"Brother, have you never thought about my life after taking off my gloves?" Maryanne's voice was a little low, making people feel uncomfortable. "Do you think I can wear gloves and live my whole life?"

Hobart comforted her in a hoarse voice, "As long as you get your treatment, you will be fine."

"Is that so?" Maryanne chuckled. "So you're better at lying to yourself than I am."

With this, she took two steps back and said, "Brother, don't force me. I know that you want Jarvy to be your brother- in- law, but I can destroy your thoughts in an instant. Let's leave some room for each other."

Hobart stared at her. "You would rather expose your weakness in front of others for that man? Maryanne, you're really cruel to yourself! I hope that one day, you won't cry and beg me."

In the restaurant.

Seeing that Maryanne was alone, Jarvy could not help but ask, "Where's Hobart?"

Maryanne sat back in her seat, took two sips of water from the glass in front of her, and said, "He left after being angered by me."

Jarvy felt a little awkward. "Hobart is concerned about you. Don't mind his attitude."

"I know, it's my fault," Maryanne said. "I didn't mean to anger him. It's just that once we're involved in the matter regarding Milton, we'll turn out like this."

She was unable to express her feelings in front of Hobart, but now she spoke it out in front of an insignificant outsider.

Jarvy thought that Maryanne cared about him, but he did not know that Maryanne was just treating him like a trash can.

"Maryanne, are you really not considering me? I can hear that Hobart will never allow you to be together with Mr. Cook. You can't even meet him now, not to mention anything else. But as long as you are with me, the conflict between you and Hobart can be resolved!"

Hearing that, Maryanne stared at him and asked, "Jarvy, do you really like me?"

Jarvy was slightly unnatural for a moment, but then he returned to normal, "Of course, isn't my performance enough to prove this?"

Maryanne smiled when she heard that. She was a little naughty but charming as she asked, "Can you accept the fact that I have flaws then?"

Jarvy was stunned and asked, "What did you say?"

Maryanne supported her cheek with one hand and tilted her head to look at him. "If I have flaws on my body, will you still like me?"

Jarvy thought that no matter what her shortcomings were, she had to stabilize Maryanne first. After all, this was related to the one million dollars bet between him and Alexer. "Maryanne, no matter what happened to you, I can accept it."

"I see..." Maryanne's eyes rolled as she suddenly made up her mind. "Then watch closely."

"Okay!" Jarvy looked at her intently.

Maryanne took off her gloves, revealing a pair of... shockingly ugly hands!

"Uh!" Jarvy was caught off guard and his eyes widened in shock.

"Hahaha!" Maryanne burst out laughing, slapping the table. She was not upset or angry at Jarvy's actions at all.

Jarvy stared at Maryanne's hands in a daze. Her skin was clearly pale and her fingers were long and slender that she could even become a hand model, but there were two visible scars on the back of her hand, which made him uncomfortable at the first sight.

"It's not just here." In the next second, Maryanne turned over her palm, revealing a scar that looked exactly like the back of her hand. "Look, there are scars everywhere."

Seeing this, Jarvy looked at her in horror. There were two wounds that ran through the back of her hand! Putting aside the fact that they were ugly, how did a girl like her manage to survive?

Maryanne looked at him and said, "This is the price of offending Patrick. You are right to say that those who have offended Patrick will not end up well, and I am no exception because I offended his wife before."

After mocking herself, Maryanne slowly curled her fingers into her palm to cover the scars on it. "So, answer me again now, can you accept this?"

"I..." Jarvy swallowed. The one million dollars bet made him choose to lie. "Of course, it's nothing. Why can't I accept it?"

In order to show his determination, he even held her hands. "You see, it's nothing, isn't it?" Maryanne had a new level of respect for him. "Really?"

Jarvy nodded his head heavily.

"Fine," Maryanne got rid of his hand and asked," prove it to me."

After a pause, Jarvy asked in a somewhat hoarse voice, "How do you want me to prove it?"

Maryanne said, "For example, take me to your company, or take me into your social circle and take me to see your relatives."

Jarvy said, "What's so difficult about that? I can't ask for more!"

Maryanne added, "The premise is that I won't be wearing gloves."

Jarvy was taken aback again.

"Just like that." Maryanne swept her gloves into the trash can beside her feet. "Since you can accept me, then it can't just be a talk."

Jarvy, who had regained his senses, said hesitantly, "Can you... let me think about it?"

Maryanne opened and closed her mouth. "Sure."

According to her observation, Jarvy was a person who cared a lot about his pride. If someone saw the hands of his "girlfriend", he would probably go crazy, wouldn't he?

"Well, that's why I gave you a chance to know me again." Maryanne's voice was alluring, like honey. "How about this, you come and pick me up at the hotel early tomorrow morning? The last time I went to your company, I didn't have the time to have a proper tour."

A haze flashed across Jarvy's heart, and he said, "Okay! I will pick you up before I go to work tomorrow. Let's meet at this restaurant, shall we?"

"Yes. See you," Maryanne said, glancing at the time. "If there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room and rest."

"... Okay." Jarvy was a little absent- minded and forgot to take Maryanne to take the elevator.

Maryanne couldn't be happier. She got up and went to the front desk to pay the bill before she left quickly.

When Jarvy finally came to his senses, he was the only one left at the dinner table.

His gentle and polite handsome face immediately darkened. In his heart, he was

scolding the siblings of Home of Smith for playing with him!

Just wait and see!

When he was done toying with Maryanne, he would kick her like a rotten ball and return her to Hobart!

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When Maryanne returned to the guest room, she heard a phone ringing from her bag hanging on the hanger.

She walked over in a hurry and took out her mobile phone to take a look. It was a call from Milton.

She subconsciously stuck out her tongue like a kitten that had done something wrong.

The next second, she slid over the answer button. She soon heard Milton's worried voice. "Maryanne? Is that you?"

He first confirmed it.

Maryanne replied "Mm" and quickly said, "I'm sorry, my dear! I saw my brother when I got back just now. I was so scared that I hurried back to my room and changed my clothes.

When I went out, I forgot to bring my phone."

Milton was a little surprised. “Maryanne, did you say Hobart went to the hotel to look for you?"

"That's right."

Milton's voice tensed up. "Did he notice you?"