Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 435

Although sometimes Patrick was jealous of Amelia and Milton's relationship, he couldn't get the same. Amelia and Milton had been friends for more than 20 years. It seemed that except that they were impossible to get married and have children, they would do everything for each other naturally.

As Amelia's husband, no matter how much Patrick tried to stop that, it was all futile. In the end, it would only make him look petty.

Realizing what Amelia had said, Milton was touched and put on the slippers she had prepared him. "Amelia, you are really thoughtful."

"It's not that I'm too thoughtful. It's that you're too careless."

Clapping her hands, Amelia rose from the ground and noticed that there were only a pair of Milton's shoes at the door. She couldn't help asking, "Where is Sierra?"

"She went to the supermarket," Milton said.

Amelia nodded and turned to Patrick. "Mr. Hopper, don't stand at the door. Come in and have a seat."

Her words brought Patrick a delusion that Amelia was the hostess here. He had that feeling because from the moment she went into the house, she looked so familiar with this place, as if she had grown up here.

Patrick was right about that.

When Amelia was little, her mother had committed suicide. Milton's father had also died of illness when Milton was young. Given that Sierra had been a friend of Amelia's mother and she had been sorry about the fact that the two kids hadn't even had a friend to play with on weekends, she had often left Amelia in the Look's house. In the evening, Sierra even had had the two kids sleep together.

Over time, Amelia grew rather familiar with this house? It had almost become the second family in her life.

Many of her actions were made before she had realized what she was doing.

The three took their seats in the living room. Amelia asked Milton a few questions, such as whether he had had breakfast or medicine or if he was cold. Milton answered her questions one by one patiently. Only Patrick, who was sitting next to them, looked a little agitated.

Amelia and Milton did not speak or do anything intimate, but Patrick just couldn't get rid of the feeling of grievance that he was unable to get into their conversation.

"Speaking of which, Amelia, I heard that you've made your relationship public?" Milton turned the topic to Amelia.

Recalling what Patrick had said in the office yesterday morning and the kiss before he left, Amelia flushed and said a little shyly, "Yeah..."

Watching her happy look, the pain in Milton's eyes almost gave him away. That was why he got drunk last night. If Patrick didn't admit his marriage with Amelia, Milton could still lie to himself that their marriage didn't mean anything.

But reality gave him a blow. He had to admit that Patrick did seem to be serious about their relationship and that Amelia had fallen in love with Patrick a long time ago!

Noting Milton's disappointment, the uneasiness that had been haunting Patrick lessened a lot. It should be schadenfreude.

That was when the doorbell rang.

"Well, is Sierra back?" Amelia was about to get to the door when she was pulled back to her seat by Patrick. He said in a low and cold voice, "Sit down. This is Director Cook's home, not our's. Be a guest." Amelia paused for a while. "But Milton is ill..." "It doesn't matter. I'll do it." Milton took a meaningful look at Patrick before rising and heading to the door in the slippers Amelia had prepared for him. He turned the doorknob and opened the door.

Looking up, Milton found Maryanne standing outside the door. She had her hands in her pocket and her neck wrapped in a soft scarf. Stamping her feet, she said coldly to Milton, "I left my wallet here. My certificate is in it. My car was detained by the police just now, so I can only come back to you to get it."

"Wait here...."

Milton was just about to tell her that he was going fetch her stuff when her teary stare silenced him. "I went out of my way to take you out of the bar last night. When I found that you had a fever, I stayed to take care of you for the whole night. And not only did you not thank me, but now you don't even plan to let me in?"

Milton paused. For a moment, he didn't know how to face Maryanne. He wasn't Patrick, who would forget everything he had done when he was drunk. Milton remembered clearly that he had mistaken Maryanne as Amelia and kissed her!

He woke up in the morning and saw Maryanne sitting by his bed, holding a towel and a cup of water in each hand. Seeing him awake, she tried to bring him water but was taken aback by the caution and alienation in his eyes. The first thing he said to her was that he was breaking up with her...

In a fit of anger, Maryanne splashed the water from the cup onto his face and stormed off with reddened eyes.

Milton had thought that the absurd could end there, but in less than an hour, Maryanne reappeared in front of him, leaving him little time to calm down.

While Milton and Maryanne were watching each other, Amelia's voice came from behind, "Milton, since Sierra is back, I should leave now."

Milton stiffened. Why couldn't he get rid of the one he didn't need and keep the one he wanted?

Maryanne rolled her eyes at Amelia through Milton and said in a sour tone, "No wonder you refused to let me in. It turns out that you have your childhood sweetheart to take care of you there." "Maryanne, don't get me wrong." Amelia was not surprised at Maryanne being here. Maryanne was Milton's girlfriend, so it was perfectly normal for her to visit him when she heard that he had a fever. "Get you wrong? A man and a woman in the same room..." Irritated, Maryanne saw Patrick walking out after changing into his shoes. His gaze was as cold as ever.

It occurred to Maryanne that she had come out wrong. "I'm sorry," she said slowly. "I didn't know you're here with your husband."

Maryanne's apology flattered Amelia. As for how Maryanne had known her real relationship with Patrick, Milton must have told her.

After returning Maryanne a polite smile, Amelia said, "Then my husband and I will take our leave."

Then she turned to Milton and nodded slightly before taking Patrick's arm. They looked like an intimate couple.

When passing Milton, Patrick met his eyes. He glanced at Maryanne from the corner of his eye, indicating silently that Milton had gotten into some serious trouble.

Milton clenched his fist and held back the urge to punch Patrick's hateful smiling face. He grabbed Maryanne's wrist and yanked her into the house. With a loud bang, he slammed the door shut, preventing himself from seeing Patrick.