Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 233

When Amelia put the steaming hot chicken soup on the table, Milton took an exaggeratedly deep, intoxicated breath, "It smells so good!"

Patrick looked to Milton and said gloomily, "Mr. Cook, could you please express more clearly whether it is my wife's fragrance or the soup's?"

Milton hesitated, deep down of course it was Amelia who smelled better, but could he answer that way?

Of course not, answering like that is no different than being a hooligan.

Milton retorted, "I'm talking about soup, I wonder what Mr. Hopper is referring to?"

But what was the essential difference between Patrick and Milton? That was because he was Amelia's real husband, and it was legal for him to flirt with Amelia!

He put his arm around Amelia's shoulders, his high nose rubbing against her smooth neck, and lifted his head to provoke Milton, "The soup tastes good, but it's Mrs. Hopper who's more delicious."

Milton was pissed off at him, and he even regretted saying yes to Amelia's invitation, which was simply self-inflicted.

Amelia cleared her throat and was somewhat embarrassed, held out her hand to Milton, "Milton, pass the bowl over here for a moment and I'll help you with the soup to warm your stomach first."

Milton suddenly cheered up and answered, "Okay!" Then he handed the bowl to Amelia.

Patrick was sitting in the middle of Amelia and Milton, raised his hand to catch Milton's bowl and blocked Amelia's hand by the way. "You're not convenient to do so. Let me do it."

Amelia was confused, she might have misunderstood Patrick, he was taking care well of Milton.

Milton's state of mind was the polar opposite of Amelia's, he didn't want Patrick's help at all, he wanted Amelia to take care of him!

They each held different edges of the same bowl, and for a while, neither of them let go.

Amelia was baffled, was this bowl that good? Why were they both holding on to it so tightly?

Finally, Milton loosened his cramping fingers first and reluctantly said, "Since Mr. Hopper is so generous, I don't need to be uptight now."

"You're welcome." Patrick smiled triumphantly and began to prepare some soup for Milton.

After filling the bowl with a full bowl, Patrick pushed it over and said with a faint smile, "I hope it fits your taste."

"Thank you, it's made by Amelia. It's always delicious." Milton reached out and took it.

Amelia listened to the amiable and polite tone of their conversation and marveled at how quickly the men had become attached to each other.

Patrick observed with pleasure as Milton took his first sip of soup and Amelia asked expectantly, "How

was it? Is it good?"

What responded to Amelia is a loud "pfft-", Milton spewed out the soup, covering all of Amelia's carefully prepared plates of food with his spit.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Milton coughed violently as if he had been killed.