Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 496

Milton lit his cigarette and took a puff before saying hoarsely, "They said Maryanne and I are at our best age about marriage. They told me not to waste my time anymore." Amelia asked, "Aunt Sierra wants this as well?"

Milton nodded lightly.

"It seems that Aunt Sierra has a good impression of Maryanne," Amelia said.

II II

Hearing that, Milton took a longer inhale of the

cigarette.

Amelia had no choice but to roll down the window and said to Milton, "Stop smoking. I have a few questions for you."

Milton turned his charming but gloomy face away and replied, "Ask away."

Amelia looked at him firmly. "You and Maryanne are lovers, which means that you are with her because you like her. Since that's the case, why are you so resistant to this marriage?"

Milton's body tensed up, and there was an untamed emotion running wild in his chest. He wanted to tell the truth but could not say it out loud. In the end, he hastily said, "Even if I like her, I didn't think I would get married so early."

Amelia thought the same and said, "Well, what did Maryanne say?"

Milton slammed his hand hard on the steering wheel and expressed, "She's the one I'm the angriest about! She actually agreed to it!"

Amelia replied, "Maryanne must like you a lot as well, or else she wouldn't have agreed."

"And how did you know that she likes me?" Milton's eyebrow raised high into his forehead, explicitly showing his astonishment.

Amelia gave a thought about it and said, "It was the time when you had a fever. Patrick and I came by your house to see you, and we saw Maryanne when we left. She must have come to visit you, didn't she? From that time on, I felt that she really cared about you."

""A shadow crossed Milton's eyes. The matter

was not about whether or not Maryanne cared about him. The problem was that he did not care about Maryanne at all!

He thought he could avoid any relationship entanglement if he got together with a girl that he hated the most. However, things took a different turn than he had expected!

The most terrifying thing was that he had no control of where the flow was going!

Seeing that Milton was keeping silent, Amelia felt that her words might not have reached him. So she returned to being the listener, "Then what are you going to do now?"

Milton took a good look at her, the reluctance and decisiveness in his eyes alternating. "I have already appealed to the enterprise. I'll fly to the British branch for development. So, I've come today to say goodbye as well."

Amelia's eyes opened wide, and her voice changed as well. "Milton, you must think it over!"

Milton closed his eyes and then opened them again. With a determined tone, he said, "I've made up my mind."

"No, wait!" Amelia thought quickly. "Aunt Sierra only has you as her son. If she hears that you are going to the UK, she'll stop forcing you to marry Maryanne because she doesn't want to part with you. This way, you don't have to leave!"

Milton sighed and said, "What if...she doesn't stop?"

Amelia bit her lip and suggested, "How about you discuss it with Maryanne for another couple of years?"

Milton glanced at her and said, "Do you think I'll come to you if that's going to be helpful?"

Amelia sympathetically said, "Then, I really can't help you."

Milton continued to bask in pensiveness. "I've brought this upon myself, and I didn't expect you to help me either. I've come to tell you about my decision, but you're the only person who knows. Please keep it a secret."

He had brought this upon himself?

Amelia did not understand Milton's tacit meaning, but she comprehended what he meant on the surface. "You want me to keep it a secret and then fly to the UK alone?" "That's right."

"But Aunt Sierra will be worried."

"It doesn't matter. I'll replace a time to tell her when I arrive in the UK,."

Amelia hesitated for a long moment before saying, "But...aren't you a little irresponsible? Maryanne is your girlfriend, and she really likes you, so it's not wrong of her to want to marry you. On the other hand, Aunt Sierra is your mother. So, it's also reasonable for her to worry about your marriage and want to bring you and Maryanne together. If you don't like their decisions, you should replace a common ground instead of leaving like this."

Milton's eyes bored into Amelia's. After a long time, he asked, "If it were you, what would you do?"

Amelia thought out loud, "If I were you, I would gather them together and talk it out peacefully."

Milton asked pessimistically, "And what if I can't change their mind?"

"That's better than not giving it a try."

Amelia exhaled a warm breath as she watched the car disappeared from her sight. She thought to herself that Milton should have gotten the answer he wanted.

She turned and walked in the opposite direction of Milton. When Amelia pressed the doorbell, the housekeeper came to the door with a mop in her left hand.

She was confused and asked, "Auntie, didn't you just mop the floor this morning?"

"Ah, it's a long story. Come in, Miss Amelia. Don't get cold."

Seeing the worried look on the housekeeper's face, Amelia lowered her voice and asked, "Was Patrick angry with you after I left? Did he ask you to mop the whole house another time?" "No, no!" The aunt answered hurriedly.

The denial was too automatic, and there was something wrong with it. Amelia was not pleased and said, "What's wrong with him? He can just come at me if he's angry. Why trouble you? I'll go talk to him!"

It was such an enormous home. It was still fine if there were only one or two floors to the house, but on top of that, there was also a swimming pool in the backyard. Asking the housekeeper to mop everything twice in an afternoon, wasn't he trying to mess with her?

The housekeeper quickly grabbed Amelia's arm and said eagerly, "Miss Amelia, don't go. I accidentally made a mess in the kitchen, so I was cleaning it up. It had nothing to do with Mr. Hopper!"

"Is that true?" A hint of suspicion showed up in Amelia's face. Without waiting for her to say anything else, she passed the housekeeper and entered the kitchen.

"Miss Amelia! It's really nothing. Don't look at it!" Aunty quickly followed in case Amelia noticed anything.

When Amelia came to the dining table, she looked down and saw that there was one small patch of uncleaned grime on the floor. Other than that, she did not see anything else.

Amelia believed her and said, "It seems that I had misunderstood him."

The housekeeper secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Miss Amelia, are you hungry? I'll prepare something for you."

Amelia nodded and said, "Okay."

She then turned her attention and followed the housekeeper into the kitchen, wanting to see what Patrick left out from dinner.

As a result, she saw that the trash can was filled with leftovers. From the look of the discarded food, it looked the same as what she had made for Patrick.

Noticing the focus in Amelia's knitted brows, the housekeeper first panicked, then tried to be as calm as possible. "Miss Amelia, I don't think you like these dishes, so I handled them for you without your permission. Please don't mind."