Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 224: Their Unique Way of Getting Along—Banter?
After Maxim Sinclair left the garden, he stayed in the study the entire time, not even coming down for lunch.
Summer Lowell ate lunch alone, feeling restless. She frequently zoned out and almost scalded herself with the soup, if not for the butler standing nearby, who noticed and reminded her in time.
Otherwise, she would have swallowed that mouthful of piping hot soup.
The onlooking butler assumed Summer was worried about Maxim, so he leaned over and teased with a smile, "Shall I go upstairs and call the young master down?"
Before Summer could respond, the butler ran upstairs, and Summer pulled back her outstretched hand, not opening her mouth to stop him.
Two or three minutes later, the butler came down by himself and explained apologetically at the table, "The young master said he has a very important online meeting in five minutes. He asked me to take lunch up to him; he won’t come down to accompany you for lunch today, Young Madam."
"It’s just as well he’s not coming down."
Summer grumbled a bit, quickly finished the food in front of her, wiped her mouth, and ran back to the garden to continue painting.
The maid, seeing that she had finished eating, came over to clean the table and asked the butler beside her, "Did the young master and young madam have a fight? Maybe you should persuade them; it’s not good for a couple to keep going on like this."
"That’s not something you or I can deal with," the butler shook his head. "Prepare another meal to bring up to the young master later. Be quiet; the young master will have a meeting"
"Okay."
As evening approached, Summer looked at the canvas, on which she hadn’t painted much all afternoon, feeling a bit annoyed. She lifted her head to look at the distant villa roof, shining in the sunset glow. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
After staring blankly for a while, a maid, sent over by the butler, replaced the cold coffee on her table: "Young Madam, dinner is ready. Do you want to eat in the dining room or the courtyard?"
Summer seemed very focused on staring at the canvas: "Where’s your young master? Is he done with his work?"
"The young master ate late in the afternoon, so he’s not hungry yet. He said to let you eat first and to rest in your room early after. He still has work to do; it’ll probably be a while."
It sounds as if he’s deliberately trying to send her away with these words.
Summer had been puzzled all afternoon. She put away the paintbrush, not making things difficult for the maid: "Then let’s do as you say; I’ll go eat now."
Seeing her cooperate, the maid quietly breathed a sigh of relief, called over a distant companion, and together they moved the painting tools and other scattered items into the room.
After dinner, Summer deliberately sat on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window with a cup of floral tea, drinking slowly while facing the villa’s main entrance.
The butler came in and out several times, discreetly glancing at her.
Through the reflection in the glass, Summer caught all of the butler’s glancing looks.
What exactly is Maxim Sinclair trying to do today?
What unspeakable plan does he have with the butler?
Summer, who had been trailing Maxim closely in recent days, was even less willing to leave upon seeing this situation.
It was as if she was glued to the sofa, unmoving, even calling the maid to bring her a book and a fruit platter, showing a determination to sit there until the end of time.
In the upstairs study, the butler came in with a cup of coffee, uncomfortably reminding Maxim Sinclair: "Young Madam has been sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room after dinner, drinking tea and eating fruit. When I came up earlier, I noticed she also started a movie; I don’t think she plans to come upstairs anytime soon."
Holding a pen and writing something, Maxim Sinclair raised his head upon hearing this: "Surprisingly, she’s in the mood to watch a movie today? Did you notice which movie she’s watching?"
The butler shook his head: "I didn’t dare to notice. I’ve been in and out several times and secretly observed Young Madam, but she even caught me watching her."
"Let her watch slowly; no rush. Send a message to Assistant Collins, telling him to come a bit later, preferably around midnight."
"Sure, but young master, why not personally bring Young Madam back to the room?"
Maxim glanced at the clock on the wall, shaking his head in disagreement: "It’s not the right time now. We need her to have this reaction. I know what I’m doing. It’s getting late, follow your usual schedule."
"And what about Young Madam?" The butler looked at the untouched dinner on the table, showing concern, "You didn’t have dinner either, young master. This isn’t good for your stomach!"
"There’s too much work piling up at hand. Taking advantage of being free today to handle more will allow for some leisure in the next few days."
Maxim picked up his coffee, taking a big sip, "When you go down later, persuade Summer not to stay up late. Her health hasn’t fully recovered, and staying up is bad for her blood and energy. Look at her little face; it’s not as vibrant as before."
"Indeed, but I’ve noticed Young Madam’s complexion has improved these last two days, not as weak as when she just returned. It shows that Young Madam is best cared for by you, young master."
"Naturally," Maxim agreed with this assessment, "I’m the only one genuinely hoping she’ll recover her memory. As for Justin Huxley, I even suspect he got her drugged, hindering her memory recovery."
"If that’s the case, you should remind Dr. David Dalton to check if there are any harmful substances in Young Madam’s body. Handle them before any irreversible damage occurs."
"I’ve spoken to the doctor, and he didn’t detect any prohibited substances in her blood. Summer has a friend who’s also a skilled doctor. With that doctor around, Justin wouldn’t dare be so bold."
"That’s good. Then Young Madam should recover her memory soon. Once her memory returns, the house will be lively again."
The butler reminisced about the tense atmosphere before Summer’s accident.
To be honest, this couple seems perfectly matched in every way, but their relationship... it’s a bit hard to fathom. Clearly, they’re deeply in love, but whenever they’re together, they seem to purposely antagonize each other.
They’re simply a pair of loving enemies.
The butler shook his head, perhaps it’s just a unique way young people interact these days. After all, he, having been in a loving relationship for decades, never even raised his voice, can’t quite grasp how young people relate to each other now.
"Recover her memory," Maxim repeated, a strange expression appearing on his face, "She’ll indeed recover her memory soon. To be frank, I’m eagerly looking forward to it."
Before exiting the study, the butler checked the temperature of the untouched food on the table, found it was getting cold, and went to the staircase, calling on the maid who hadn’t rested yet, asking her to help take the food downstairs, reheat it, and bring it back up.
