Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1537

"Who else are you so concerned about if it wasn't me..." Maryanne seemed to be mumbling to herself when she suddenly asked, "What about your childhood sweetheart? You don't think about her anymore?"

Milton’s hand, which was holding Maryanne’s, suddenly tightened.

When she saw his stiffened expression, Maryanne's smile gradually saddened. She knew that the woman was their taboo, so why did she bring her up?

Was it because she was unwilling, jealous, or was she emotionally exhausted?

Maryanne did not know why, but she suddenly wanted to lay her cards on the table. She felt tired after putting up the act for so long, but once the showdown was on, she could no longer stay with him.

After Milton slowly regained his composure, he asked softly, "Why did you mention her name out of the blue?"

But, Maryanne did not stop. Instead, she pressed him harder, "She's divorced. You know that."

Milton frowned slightly and asked, "Maryanne, what are you trying to say?"

Maryanne stared into his eyes and said firmly, "I just want to know if you still love her."

"I only love her as a friend, not romantically!" Milton answered quickly, because he had not forgotten his plan. Never!

Maryanne replied understandingly, "That is to say, you won't swoop in on her because she's divorced now?"

"Hmm," Milton replied.

"But, it's a great opportunity. If you don't grasp it now, maybe another 'Patrick Hopper’ will come and take her." Maryanne questioned seriously, "Are you willing to do that?"

"Why not?" Milton suddenly lost his temper. He did not know if it was because of Maryanne's harsh questions or because the topic was related to Amelia. He heard his uncontrollable voice when he boomed, "Maryanne Smith, are you my girlfriend?"

"Yes." Maryanne replied certainly.

Milton then said jeeringly, "Then why do I feel like you're pushing me away?"

Maryanne met his gaze. "Because I want to clarify the problem that has always existed between us so that I can be your lifelong companion."

Truth be told, Maryanne sympathized with Milton.

Clearly, he loved someone else. So, he could only put on an act when he was with her.

She did not mind being with him at all, but she could not bear to see him missing out on his one true love.

Therefore, Maryanne gave him a choice. He could either keep up this show or have a falling out with her to free himself.

As the seconds ticked by, he answered faintly, "All I can say is that you're overthinking. I don't have any feelings towards Amelia anymore. I now... only have you."

Was he still unwilling to face his ugly truth?

Maryanne nodded, unsure if she was feeling relieved or sombre when she said, "I got you." She felt relieved because it meant Milton would not dump her for the time being. However, she also felt sombre because he had to put on a mask against his will to act as her boyfriend.

Seeing that he only received a simple 'I got you' from Maryanne in exchange for his confession, Milton had a strange feeling in his heart. "What did you get?"

"That you don't love Amelia anymore," Maryanne replied. Then she added, "Isn't that so?"

Milton was struck speechless for a while, then he replied in a muffled voice, "Yes."

Maryanne smiled. She looked slightly abominable and proud at the same time, as if she had finally defeated Amelia.

But oddly, Milton found that he was not as mad as he used to feel when he saw her expression. In fact, he thought she was kind of cute.

After shopping, Milton and Maryanne returned to their apartment with a huge haul.

In the evening, the dryer and dehumidifier that they ordered from the electrical appliance store also arrived. After Milton paid the final payment readily and instructed the deliveryman to install the dryer, he saw Maryanne walking over to him with a pile of clothes in her arms, including his.

As she saw Milton looking at her, Maryanne asked expectantly, "Can I put them in now?"

The deliveryman said to Milton, "Okay." So, Milton told Maryanne, "Go on."

Maryanne quickly dumped everything in her arms into the dryer and started it.

When the deliveryman saw that the indicator light of the dryer showed that everything was normal, he turned around to install the dehumidifier.

As the living room took up the largest space in the apartment, the dehumidifier was undoubtedly installed in the living room. There were four rotating wheels under the dehumidifier, so they could conveniently push the machine over to any room that they wanted to dehumidify.

Looking at the two new 'treasures’, Maryanne exclaimed happily to Milton, "Dear, we won't have to worry about the rain anymore!"

Looking at her bright grin, Milton could not help but smile in response.

After the deliveryman left with the payment and his toolbox, Maryanne suddenly approached Milton and sat close to him. "How should I repay you for all the things you bought me today?"

Watching the lively and haughty face in front of him, Milton could not help but compare her with the person he loved. In the end, he found that Maryanne and Amelia shared no similarity in resemblance in the slightest.

Amelia always wore a friendly smile and would not lose her temper for no reason when she dealt with people. As for Maryanne, she had her domineering temperament and always did things at her will. Her personality was also unpredictable. She would ask Milton to get lost from her but also would throw herself into his arms shyly a second later, making it impossible for him to predict her emotions.

"Coincidentally, the violin is my specialty!" Maryanne continued.

This was another difference between Maryanne and Amelia. Amelia was excellent but reserved. As for Maryanne, whether she could play the violin or not, she looked as if she was the best violinist in the world, which could make others feel distasteful about her.

"Maryanne, you don't get along with people well, do you?" Milton was indicating for her to restrain her haughtiness.

Maryanne acted as if she had not heard him, reached out her hand before her eyes and said, "Since young, my teacher has praised me for having a pair of beautiful hands to play the violin. Um... although they're no longer beautiful."

She did not say it intentionally, but Milton took it to heart. Milton glanced at her hands and thought deep down, "You shouldn’t have done that in the first place then."

But on the surface, he comforted her, "I think you can play it with gloves on, right?"

Maryanne was taken aback. "I haven't tried that yet, so I don't know if it works. But to repay you, I'll work hard for it!"

Milton thought for a while and said, "Actually..."

Maryanne interrupted, "You can't refuse! It's not easy for me to get the chance to show off my talent in front of you. Can you stop discouraging me?"

Milton responded, "I meant to say, if you want to play the violin, I can get one delivered to you tomorrow. There are only the two of us at home, so it doesn't matter even if you take off your gloves."

"Hey, what a sweet idea!" Maryanne was starting to get a little worried at his tentativeness. Coupled with his performance earlier, was this a sign that he was going to dump her?

In the end, her eyes gleamed wetly with tears the longer she thought about it, causing Milton to think that she was touched. He could not help but chuckle and say, "You've received so many precious gifts since young, a violin shouldn't make you cry, should it?"

"You don't understand!" Maryanne turned her back on him. "Don't worry about me. Leave me alone."

"Maryanne..."

She ignored him.

"Maryanne!"

Still, she paid no mind to him.

Fine! Every time Maryanna lost her temper, she would ignore anybody, even if it was God.

Milton sighed and placed the paper box of napkin where she could reach. He then said, "I'll call you when dinner's ready."

For dinner, Milton made Maryanne's favourite Chinese meal. However, her mood was not as bright as when they were at the restaurant and she was more low-spirited than usual.