Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 433

That was something.

"Well, can you help him up for me? He's too heavy..." Maryanne spread out her delicate hands in embarrassment.

Milton's colleague patted his chest and said, "No problem!"

They carried each side of Milton's shoulder apiece. When they reached Maryanne's fancy red sports car, the colleague was speechless. How did Milton meet such a thoughtful, beautiful, and rich girl? He must ask for Milton's secret.

"I can take him from here. Don't you have something else to deal with? I'm driving him home."

After fastening Milton's seat belt, Maryanne straightened up and returned to her usual bossy tone as she ordered Milton's colleague.

The colleague turned around and left sullenly, pondering that so this chick had a split personality.

Maryanne did not care about how others thought about her at all. She walked her way around the front of the car and got into the driver's seat. Before she could start the car, her chin was suddenly grabbed and turned by a big hand. Then, her lips were covered by another warm... hot one... with the strong smile of alcoholic...

Maryanne was stunned as if someone had hit her in the head. She had no idea what had happened even after he took advantage of her...

The kiss was over. When the drunk man released Maryanne, she still looked as if she had trouble understanding what had just happened.

"Amelia... I like you so much..."

Milton weakly placed his dizzy head on Maryanne's shoulder. Maybe it was because of the perfect air in the car, he couldn't help but say so to the woman in front of him...

Maryanne's fingertips trembled as she caressed her lips, her heart hurting as if it had been pierced. He kissed her, but he called out Amelia's name...

The next day, at Land of Fragrance.

Amelia got up early. After preparing for the breakfast, she made their lunch and dinner as well.

Considering Patrick's particular nature, Amelia picked up a few bowls from the cabinet, packed the delicious food separately, and put stickers on them with notes of "lunch for two" and "dinner for two".

After that, she stretched out, pulling up her pajamas and exposing her slender waist to the man behind

her.

Patrick was turned on by that. Then it occurred to him that he had made Amelia's identity public yesterday, which meant that from now on, no matter whether they were home or not, if he liked, he didn't have to restrain himself.

He strode forward and brought the languid woman who was having her back to him in his arms.

Patrick took the chance and landed his chin on her shoulder, breathing in the hot air around her red ear. "Mrs. Hopper, I'm hungry..." He said, with the sleepiness of just getting up.

Amelia, who was packing food, stuffed a fried shrimp into his mouth. "Take it."

Patrick mumbled with the fried shrimp in his mouth, "But I haven't brushed my teeth yet!"

In a sense, too much good parenting could starve one to death.

With a sigh, Amelia did not force him. "If you don't want to eat it, spit it out. I thought you came downstairs after brushing your teeth."

Patrick hurried to swallow the fried shrimp and bit Amelia's ear. "I lied to you. I have brushed my teeth."