Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 126: From Today On, You Are My Mrs. Sinclair

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: From Today On, You Are My Mrs. Sinclair

"If you’re jealous, just admit it openly. I won’t laugh at you," Maxim Sinclair said with a smug smile, utterly brazen.

Inside, Summer Lowell felt a nameless fire flare up. This man was being ambiguous with Tina Huxley on one hand, and still coming to provoke her—a complete scoundrel.

"Maxim Sinclair, you just said there were two things you wanted to talk to me about. Sheryl’s matter is one. What’s the other?"

"The other thing," Maxim’s smile faded slightly, "is something that matters to you even more than Sheryl’s issue."

Summer quickly filtered through all the events that had happened since coming to Stellarion, but she couldn’t guess what could matter more to her than Sheryl’s situation, according to Maxim.

Maxim stared intently at Summer, speaking each word clearly: "After you escaped from me, I put in great effort to investigate you. Can you guess what I found out?"

Summer vaguely sensed that what Maxim was about to say would be extraordinary. "So what did you find out?"

"Your background!"

"Background?"

Maxim gently touched the stubble emerging on his chin, enjoying the look on Summer’s face—wanting to ask but not daring to, "You were adopted by two families, weren’t you?"

Summer was momentarily stunned, then immediately refuted, "No, I was only adopted by one family."

"No, you’ve been deceived," Maxim waggled a finger at her, "The parents you thought were your biological ones actually weren’t. They also adopted you, but at the time of your adoption, there hadn’t been any formal rituals yet. Being a traditional Chinese family, they deliberately concealed your adoption to develop a stronger bond later."

The news instantly shattered a long-held belief Summer had clung to.

For so many years, she had always been sustained by the love her parents gave her as a child.

And now, Maxim suddenly told her that the parents she thought were her biological ones weren’t.

So are there blood relatives in this world she’s yet to discover?

"Are you telling the truth?"

Summer couldn’t suppress walking a few steps forward, but as she got close to Maxim, she suddenly snapped back to reality. Wary, she took a step back to widen the distance between them, "How can I believe if what you’re saying is true?"

Maxim scoffed, pointing at his hair and then at Summer, "Since you returned to the country, we’ve met so many times. Do you think it would be difficult for me to get a strand of your hair to do a DNA test?"

Summer hesitated, unsure whether to trust Maxim. After all, Maxim was known for his tricks, and what if this was a trap he set?

Seeing through her thoughts, Maxim gave an ambiguous smile. He pulled out a piece of paper he’d scribbled on and slapped it on the table in front of the sofa, "This is the DNA test result done with your hair. The institution is globally renowned and authoritative. You can look it up online. And though I, Maxim Sinclair, might have many tricks, I wouldn’t deceive you with something like this."

Summer picked up the paper from the table and examined it closely.

Indeed, it was a DNA report.

But clearly, it wasn’t the original—only a copy. Other than her own, the other party’s information had been obscured, rendering it impossible to identify who it was.

Summer caressed the test result, taking a deep breath, looking up at Maxim, "Say it, what exactly do you want me to do?"

Maxim looked around the room, "Where’s that friend of yours?"

"On duty at the hospital, won’t be back until tomorrow morning." Summer realized something, her voice slightly trembling as she looked at him, "Say your conditions."

"Up until now, you still don’t know what I want?" Maxim looked at him leisurely, "I must have said it more than once, what I want is you."

Just as expected!

Summer placed her hand on the belt around her waist, laughing self-deprecatingly, "Right, what else could you take from me but this? Should I be glad I still have this body that hasn’t yet bored President Sinclair?"

Maxim slowly furrowed his brow. He hated the tone in which Summer spoke those words, as well as the expression on her face, which made him feel uneasy.

"You must have misunderstood me," Maxim lowered his voice. After a moment, he picked up a file folder Summer hadn’t noticed earlier and tossed a contract onto the table, "It’s simple. I want you to be my Mrs. Sinclair."

Summer stared vacantly at the contract, her voice drifting and hopeless, "A contract marriage? If it’s for a lifetime, I won’t sign it."

"You’re dreaming too much," Maxim suppressed his displeasure, "I know you don’t want to stay with me. My demands aren’t high, just one year as Mrs. Sinclair. You must fulfill your duties and obligations, but you won’t be short-changed on any benefits, like bringing Sheryl over or helping you find your biological parents. And of course, all the perks and honors of being Mrs. Sinclair are yours to have."

Ha, sounds nice!

Summer gazed down, contemplating for a while. She could very well refuse Maxim’s unreasonable demand.

But for some reason, maybe it was from drinking too much today—her brain felt foggy.

Or perhaps the scene of Maxim with Tina earlier had provoked her.

She surprisingly found she couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore. She just bent down, grabbed a pen beside her, and signed her name decisively at the bottom of the document.

After signing, she pushed the document towards Maxim, "I’ve signed it. Can you leave now?"

"At a time like this, you still want me to leave?"

A storm brewed in Maxim’s eyes. He suddenly leaned forward, seized Summer’s arm, and pulled her into his embrace. His nose brushed behind her ear, his warm breath on her neck, "With this contract signed, you’re my wife now. How could a couple be apart on their first night? Today is our wedding night."

Summer gritted her teeth, glaring coldly at Maxim, "Even if we’re legally married, I do not consent, and you can’t force me."

Maxim’s left hand slowly moved down, gently hooking her waist, pulling her closer, as he casually said, "When you worked as my secretary, the executives praised you for being sensible. So at this moment today, would you like to continue being sensible?"

It seems, there’s no escape.

A bitter smile appeared on Summer’s face, then she reached for the belt of her robe.