Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 242: The Butler Considers Renovating a Children’s Room
Noah tried to persuade her for a while and made many moving promises, but Summer Lowell pretended not to hear, did not agree, expressed her thanks politely, and ended the call in a few words.
After hanging up, Summer sat in a daze with complex feelings for a long time. Back then, she had been kicked out of Stellart disgracefully and subsequently faced setbacks at major design companies in Stellarion, feeling hopeless for a time.
She never expected that one day she would receive a call from Stellart inviting her back to continue her work.
This world is truly unpredictable.
But Noah’s call still left Summer in an exceptionally good mood.
When she went downstairs and saw that dinner was being prepared in the kitchen, Summer unusually called the butler, saying she wanted a rich, smooth wine with a light aftertaste to accompany her meal. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
The butler, observing that she seemed very happy and hoping to further the bond between the young couple, called Maxim Sinclair while selecting wine from the cellar to seek his opinion.
He thought Maxim would know Summer’s taste better and might subtly remind Maxim to come home early, thus taking advantage of Summer’s good mood to improve their relationship.
But Maxim, who understood why Summer was so happy, felt a bit uncomfortable.
He didn’t show his emotions, earnestly helped choose a wine that suited Summer’s current mood, and promised he’d be home shortly, telling the butler not to spill the beans.
The butler assumed this would be a pleasant surprise for Summer, thinking it was just the young couple having a bit of fun, so he agreed fully and kept his promise of not letting Summer know.
Since getting fired, it was the first time Summer had been this happy.
She was so pleased that when she saw Maxim coming home early, she waved at him with a bright smile.
The butler watched from the side, already contemplating that the house might soon require a children’s room renovation.
Maxim saw Summer openly expressing her emotions; his gaze was complex and unreadable as he walked over and casually asked, "What made you so happy?"
Upon his question, Summer realized she might have been too obvious. She touched her face and smiled gently, "The burden I carried for so long has finally been lifted, of course I’m happy."
She knew Maxim’s temper well and didn’t mention that Noah had called her today.
If she mentioned the call, with Maxim’s sharp mind, he would surely deduce that Noah was inviting her back to work.
Since she was in a good mood, there was no need to say anything that might spoil it and make them both unhappy.
One of them pretended not to know, and the other deliberately didn’t mention it, so they had a rare, relatively harmonious dinner.
Even, they raised their glasses and enjoyed a drink together, which was a rare occurrence.
The butler watched from afar, already starting to plan in his mind whom to hire for the children’s room renovation.
Unfortunately, this harmony only lasted through dinner.
After dinner, Summer wandered in the garden for a while to digest her food, then went upstairs for a shower, covered in a light sheen of sweat.
When she came out, she saw Maxim standing by the window, having arrived at some unknown time.
Normally, at this hour, he should have been in his study working.
Summer didn’t bother to ponder why he was there, assuming he wasn’t too busy at work and had some leisure time.
She buried herself in her own tasks until Maxim turned around and looked at her, "Rest early tonight. Tomorrow is Saturday, and I’ll take you to see the studio. It’s ready now, so as soon as you agree, you can restart your jewelry design career."
Having just received Noah’s promise, Summer no longer felt her career was bleak and uncertain as before.
On the contrary, because she had a backup plan, she felt more confident.
Summer casually applied a face mask, "We’ll see. Right now, I don’t have the mind to focus on my career. The immediate priority is to win the lawsuit first."
"Is it that you don’t have the mind or that you never planned to accept the studio I arranged for you?"
Summer glanced back at him speechlessly. He clearly knew what she was thinking but insisted on bringing it up, making things awkward for everyone. What’s the point?
Summer suppressed her irritation and ignored him. Maxim knew her thoughts, so why bother talking about it?
Seeing her ignore him, Maxim became more persistent, "I’m not discussing this with you; I’m notifying you. You should understand that the legal team handling your case works for me."
Summer laughed out loud, "You mean if you help me win the case, I should work at your studio—it’s another transaction?"
Maxim’s face darkened considerably, and he didn’t answer her question.
Looking at his expression, Summer couldn’t help but chuckle; she teased him deliberately, "If you’d said it was a transaction from the start, I’d have partnered with you early on. You used to present yourself as a devoted husband, and I mistakenly thought you set up the studio... out of sincere intentions, not for cooperation."
Seeing his face grow more unsightly, Summer’s emotions were mixed—strangely both satisfied and uneasy.
"Had I known President Sinclair had talent in mind, I’d have worked with you sooner. I wouldn’t have had to suffer so much hardship and endure so much undeserved blame. Thinking back, I really suffered a huge loss."
Although Summer spoke with satisfaction, her emotions became increasingly complicated.
Having gained the upper hand in this verbal exchange, she should be happy. But for some reason, meeting Maxim’s gaze made her feel suddenly deflated.
As their conversation waned, silence enveloped the room once more. Summer, slightly uneasy, paused her actions and peered at Maxim through the mirror.
After a long time, Maxim walked over to the bathroom door, looked at the dazed Summer inside, didn’t say a word, and turned to leave the room.
The sound of the door closing echoed for a long time before Summer snapped back to reality and exhaled, muttering under her breath, "What’s with his odd temper? So moody. He was fine during dinner, but after the meal, he’s starting to act up again."
Summer shook her head and decided not to think about Maxim’s shifting moods, focusing instead on tidying herself up.
As for the studio, if Maxim insisted on taking her there, she had no reason to refuse. Strictly speaking, she didn’t have any other choice.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Summer splashed water onto the mirror’s surface, "Did I overdo it earlier?"
The next morning, while the butler, still in high spirits, was busy outside, he entered the living room to find that the couple, who were cheerfully chatting and drinking last night, had reverted to coldly facing each other, eating in silence. He couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on.
