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.
" " 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."
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