Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 155: Summer Lowell, What Should I Do to Win Your Heart?
"Have you met Miss Lowell?" Butler Ford displayed surprise.
Old Master Sinclair nodded, "She worked by Maxim’s side a year ago. I remember clearly, though she wasn’t as flamboyant back then as she is now."
"I heard from Sawyer that the young master seems to really like Miss Lowell."
"He more than just likes her," Old Master Sinclair snorted, "He’s practically obsessed. Who knows what that foolish kid has done this time. It seems the girl doesn’t fancy him at all!"
Butler Ford chuckled, asking, "So, in this situation now..."
"Leave it be. Let the young ones mess around however they like. I can’t involve myself, nor do I have the time to meddle." Old Master Sinclair set down his teacup, stood up, and walked out, "Bring my pipa. I’m off to have a music duel with Old Man Marshall next door." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
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Summer Lowell paid the cab fare, opened the door, and got out, following a path to the seaside.
Instead of heading to the observation deck as Tina Huxley suggested, he walked in the opposite direction, leaving the sanatorium straight away.
No matter what Tina wanted to play at, Summer decided to just escape.
She followed the path to a park by the sea, then found a random secluded spot, sat on a bench, and looked at the scenery.
Summer gazed aimlessly into the distance, clearing her mind of all thoughts.
It was a while later when Maxim Sinclair sat beside her, draping a coat over her shoulders, "What are you thinking about, all alone?"
Summer snapped out of her daze, turned to look at him, unable to suppress her curiosity about how he found her.
Maxim seemed to guess her thoughts and chuckled softly, "Curious how I found you?"
Summer didn’t respond, instead, she stood up and walked along the only path that led her there.
At the top of the path, Maxim’s favorite car was parked there, as usual.
Summer silently walked to the car, opened the door, and got in.
The driver glanced at her and then at Maxim, who was right behind her, then looked straight ahead, ears perked to catch any sound.
Maxim shut the door, glanced at Summer, and instructed the driver, "Take us to Varden Villa."
Not a word was spoken during the drive.
When the car pulled into the villa and came to a stop, Summer got out without looking back and headed towards the house.
Maxim loosened his tie, smiled cryptically, then also got out and followed her.
The driver looked at the duo, one following the other, shook his head helplessly, then drove the car into the garage as instructed.
Maxim caught up with Summer at the foot of the stairs in the living room. He grabbed her wrist, forcibly dragging her up to a room on the second floor, kicking the door shut behind them.
Summer was startled by his actions, instinctively trying to bolt.
But she was no match for Maxim.
Maxim caught up with her in two strides, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, lifting her off the ground, and forcibly tossed her onto the bed.
The soft mattress bounced her twice. Regaining her senses, Summer tried to get off from the other side.
But by then, Maxim was already on top of her, his right arm pressing against her shoulder, holding her still, "How long are you going to play this game with me? Or do you think you can actually escape from me?"
Summer knew she couldn’t, she tried a few times, then simply gave up struggling, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Staying by your side, is it right or wrong?
Seeing her like this made Maxim even angrier.
...
Summer bit her lip, staying silent.
Maxim propped his hands on either side of Summer’s shoulders, gazing intensely at her.
"You plan to resist with silence?"
Summer ignored him, refusing to meet his gaze, glaring at the ceiling with red-rimmed eyes.
Seeing this, Maxim felt his anger rise once again. He leaned down, whispering in her ear, "Let’s see how long you can endure."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Maxim saw a trickle of blood run down from the corner of Summer’s mouth.
His eyes narrowed, halting his actions. After a moment, he released her, scooped her up, and took her into the bathroom, turning on the hot water, joining her in the tub.
Summer ceased struggling, letting him do as he pleased.
Maxim cleaned her carefully, then wrapped her in a soft towel and carried her back to the bed.
Summer turned her back to him as she lay down. Maxim pulled the blanket over them both, then wrapped her tightly in his arms.
Summer, what should I do to make a place for myself in your heart?
The next day.
Summer opened her eyes, shielding them from the daylight with her hand.
The soreness reminded her of what happened last night.
She got up and went to one side to get dressed.
Downstairs, Butler Sutton was hesitating whether to send someone upstairs with breakfast, but Summer came down on her own.
Butler Sutton, remembering Maxim’s request, led Summer to the dining room, where various nourishing soups were served.
"Take all this soup away. I don’t like it. I’ll only have the plain porridge." Summer leaned lazily against the chair, not even looking at the soups on the table.
Butler Sutton glanced at her, then signaled for the maids to clear away the soups and broths.
While Summer was eating, a commotion came from outside.
Hearing it, Butler Sutton went out and found that it was Assistant Collins. Surprised, he asked, "Did the young master forget something?"
Assistant Collins shook his head, waving the paperwork he held, "President Sinclair sent me here. There’s something for the madam."
At the dining table, Summer was sipping her porridge. When she looked up, she saw a man sitting opposite her, Maxim’s personal assistant. Seeing her indifference, he awkwardly adjusted his glasses, then looked around. Butler Sutton slowly shook his head at him.
Assistant Collins, vaguely understanding, tried to make small talk himself, "President Sinclair has set up a jewelry design studio for you recently. Everything’s ready. Now we just need you to sign the contract and accept the studio."
Summer paused for a moment before resuming sipping her porridge.
She looked at the folder under Assistant Collins’ hand, recalling Maxim’s previous mentions that such a studio existed.
But she would not accept the gift.
Summer pushed the folder back to him, "Take it back where it came from. I don’t need it. President Sinclair knows my thoughts. You may leave now. Don’t waste any more time. I won’t accept it."
Unexpected by her reaction, Assistant Collins tried a few more times. Seeing her determination, he finally got up and spoke with Butler Sutton in a corner, "What’s going on? The madam doesn’t want this. How am I supposed to explain it to President Sinclair when I go back?"
