Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 219: I Don’t Want to Share a Room With You
"This is none of your business," Mr. Huxley glared at her impatiently before starting to settle today’s account with her, "If it weren’t for you, would things have blown up like this today?"
After witnessing how Old Master Huxley had persuaded Justin Huxley, Tina Huxley no longer felt afraid.
In any case, she never wanted Summer Lowell to marry into the Huxley Family from the bottom of her heart.
This outcome, even if by accident, was exactly what she wanted.
Though what was displeasing was that Summer Lowell had returned to Maxim Sinclair’s side.
"What’s so great about Summer Lowell, making both my brother and Maxim Sinclair, such outstanding men, so hung up on her? I don’t even know what tricks she’s pulled."
Mr. Huxley impatiently knocked her head with the book in his hand, "You’ve said this to me countless times. Aren’t you tired of it?"
Seeing that Mr. Huxley’s face still held traces of anger, Tina obediently withdrew her previous complaints, "Got it, I won’t say it again."
"Look at you!" Mr. Huxley shook his head and sighed, "I told you before not to mess with Miss Lowell, but you didn’t listen. Now you’ve caused this mess, making your brother lose his fiancée. Just keep a low profile these days, and don’t upset your brother again."
Tina knew she was in the wrong. After being reprimanded, she left the study disheartened and prepared to return to her room.
Just as she reached the doorway, she saw Justin Huxley walking up the stairs with a similarly gloomy face.
Feeling guilty, she wanted to approach and express her apology again, but Justin seemed not to see her, entered his room, and closed the door behind him.
Tina’s face flushed with embarrassment. Realizing that even if she went to him now, she probably wouldn’t get a good reaction, she murmured to herself and returned to her room.
...
Varden Villa.
Maxim Sinclair tightly gripped Summer Lowell’s wrist with his right hand, pulling her through the villa’s main entrance.
Sitting in the living room, the butler, who had been anxiously waiting for Maxim to return, looked up at the sound. Seeing clearly who was standing beside Maxim Sinclair, he was so startled that he shook all over, rubbed his eyes several times, and even slapped himself, before finally clutching his throbbing cheek in disbelief, looking at the resurrected Summer Lowell.
Summer, noting the butler’s odd expression as he scrutinized her, instinctively addressed the expression on his face, "Sorry to trouble you."
The butler’s expression became even more animated. He looked up at Maxim Sinclair, who was unwilling to let go, asking with his eyes.
The situation was something he couldn’t decipher. If he inquired recklessly, he feared he might ruin the young master’s plan.
Maxim understood his gaze, lifted Summer’s hand, shook it gently, and said with a soft smile, "No need for further explanation, you all know her, the Young Madam is back. Although she was taken away by some ill-intentioned people for a while, it’s okay, I’ve brought her back."
The butler realized that the whole situation must be quite complicated.
But no matter how complicated, it wasn’t his place to ask.
The butler followed Maxim’s words, "No matter what, it’s good that the Young Madam is back safely. Tomorrow I’ll have the kitchen make some nourishing soups for the Young Madam. She looks like she’s lost a lot of weight; I’m guessing the outside food didn’t suit her taste. The home-cooked meals must be more comforting."
Summer didn’t respond to him, instead turning to stare at Maxim, who was gazing at her tenderly, "Isn’t it about time you let go? I won’t run away."
"Not willing to let go, I’m afraid if I do, you’ll run," Maxim teased with a smile, "Look at those dark circles under your eyes. Aren’t you tired? The room’s upstairs, I’ll take you there."
Summer didn’t move, warily watching as Maxim pretended to walk forward, "Am I in a room alone, or are we in the same room?"
Maxim laughed at her words, his eyes narrowing almost to slits. He turned to the butler by his side, who dared not laugh, "Uncle Walsh, please explain to her. The Young Madam is so amusing, you call her that and she still asks if we share the same room."
"You say it, so it’s true?"
Summer retorted without mercy, "Just hearing you say it, but where’s the evidence?"
"Evidence? You might have forgotten, but we did get married."
"Then where’s the certificate?"
Suddenly, Maxim fell silent.
He couldn’t possibly tell Summer that he had burned their marriage certificate, fearing she’d propose a divorce.
"Don’t speak carelessly without evidence."
The butler watched as the two suddenly started arguing, bewildered and at a loss as to how to handle the scene.
The Young Madam was indeed the Young Madam, but these two... they really didn’t seem to interact like a typical married couple.
Maxim withdrew his smile, watching Summer with an inscrutable look, "Be a good girl and come upstairs with me, it’s already too late tonight, and I don’t want to tire you out. But if you’re really ungrateful and want to upset me, then I can’t promise anything."
Upstairs, Maxim finally released Summer’s hand.
Summer seized the opportunity to retreat, putting some distance between herself and Maxim.
At this point, even running wouldn’t help her.
Suddenly, Maxim started undressing in front of her.
"Don’t move! I’m telling you again, I’m not Huxley’s property, they had no right to use me as a bargaining chip with you." Summer, in her panic and confusion, grabbed a nearby vase, held it in front of her, eyeing Maxim with both caution and vigilance, "You better not try anything funny!"
Maxim, with his shirt open, watched Summer like he was watching a show, only speaking after making her squirm under his gaze, "That look you’re giving me... why does it seem so familiar?"
"What on earth are you mumbling about?" Summer frowned, looking puzzled, then pointed to the bathroom, "If you’re going to change, go in there. Don’t do it here, we should avoid impropriety."
"We’ve seen everything between us, there’s no need for that." Maxim laughed heartily but then did as Summer suggested, heading to the bathroom instead of changing in front of her.
After Maxim left.
Summer relaxed her shoulders as if exhausted, her raven-black lashes shading her eyes, deep and complex with emotions.
In the end... she was back.
A few minutes later, Maxim came out and found Summer still standing by the window, deliberately stomping louder to approach her, addressing the vigilant Summer who turned at the sound, "Why are you dazing off? Look at the time, go take a hot shower and get some sleep."
Summer eyed Maxim, his robe barely hanging on, "I want my own room."
"Request denied, not allowed."
Maxim’s expression clearly said not to even think about it. He pulled Summer close and pushed her towards the bathroom, "You and I have always lived like this before. Enjoy the feeling of being back somewhere familiar, doing familiar things, seeing familiar faces, it will help you regain your memory."
And with that, he ushered her into the bathroom. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
"I remember you used to love this bathroom."
