Chapter 435


    Although sometimes Patrick was jealous of Amelia and Milton''s rtionship, 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."


    pping 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.


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    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 ce, as if she


    had grown up here.


    Patrick was right about that.


    When Amelia was little, her mother hadmitted 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 y 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 be 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 rtionship 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


    drunkst 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


    rtionship 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 onlye 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 barst 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 n 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 sshed 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 urred to Maryanne that she hade out wrong. "I''m sorry," she said slowly. "I didn''t know


    you''re here with your husband."


    Maryanne''s apology ttered Amelia. As for how Maryanne had known her real rtionship 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 nced 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 mmed the door shut,


    preventing himself from seeing Patrick.