Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 249: The Cold War Between Them Is Over
Summer Lowell fell silent.
Justin Huxley carefully considered his words before speaking again, "To put it bluntly, it’s easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult the other way around. You’re used to this life of wealth and luxury with Maxim Sinclair. When he tires of you one day and you have to go back to self-reliance, do you think you’ll be able to handle it?"
"Do you really see me as that kind of person?" Summer smiled at him, "Don’t forget, for the past decade, I’ve worked my way up on my own, and I never had any aspirations to become Mrs. Sinclair. Who knows what people in your social circle are thinking."
"You misunderstand, I don’t mean to belittle you. It’s just that I was too anxious and spoke carelessly. But Summer, Maxim Sinclair is not suitable for you. He’s so young and yet he’s already managed to control the vast Sinclair Family while fending off all sorts of adversaries. For someone like him, romance is merely a diversion. Once he’s bored, he’ll discard you without hesitation."
As Justin spoke, his tone grew more earnest, "It’s precisely because I know how difficult your journey has been that I say these harsh words. Do you remember your dreams? You’re not the type to be caged like a bird in a gilded cage."
Summer poured herself a cup of tea, sipping it slowly, while letting Justin present his so-called heartfelt advice.
She even leisurely poured him a cup, "Don’t just talk, have some tea to soothe your throat. Just listening to you makes my throat ache."
Justin laughed, exasperated by her reaction, "I sincerely want to plan for your future."
"No need to phrase it like that," Summer raised a hand, palm facing him, moving it back and forth, "You just have your personal interests at heart, and you happened to think I could be a partner, so you’re trying to rope me in."
Justin ran his tongue along his back teeth, sizing up Summer with half-closed eyes.
She was much smarter than in her school days.
It seemed she had learned a lot from her time with Maxim Sinclair, and wasn’t easy to manipulate anymore.
Who knows what Maxim has told her about him, but she seemed to be more guarded around him.
This wasn’t how it should be. The way Summer looked at him shouldn’t be like this.
How should he get her back in his grasp?
Summer downed the last drop of water in her cup, looked up at Justin Huxley who had finally stopped talking, "Are you finished? Can I go now?"
"If you’re not willing, then forget it. I’ll take you back."
"No need," Summer shook her head, declining his offer, "I’ll take the car back myself. If you take me back and he finds out, who knows what that madman Maxim Sinclair might do."
"It seems like you really care about his feelings?" Justin said, pretending it was unintentional, "Are you sure you haven’t fallen for him?"
"Are you bringing up that so-called Stockholm Syndrome again?" Summer picked up her phone and sent messages to both her bodyguard and driver, "I know what I’m doing, and I know what my position is. I never yearn for things I shouldn’t expect. Goodbye, senior."
"Wait," Justin stood up as well, looking earnestly at Summer, "If you ever change your mind, you can contact me anytime. I admit I have my own motives, but I promise I’ll do my best to protect you without harming your interests. Please believe, I’m a good partner to have."
Summer didn’t respond, gave Justin a long look, and left without turning back.
...
Maxim Sinclair parked the car, got out, and stood under a flowering tree, looking up at the light on the second floor, asking the butler who came over, "When did she come back?"
"The Young Madam has been back for a long time. She went straight to her room after she returned and hasn’t come down since."
The butler finished speaking, opened his mouth to advise Maxim to make peace, and not continue the silent treatment.
But he swallowed his words, not wanting to interfere.
Maxim stood by the tree, staring at the lit window upstairs for a while.
Inside the room, Summer hugged a pillow, leaning on the sofa, absentmindedly watching a movie projected on the wall.
Maxim Sinclair pushed the door open, glanced at the image on the wall, took off his coat, walked over, and sat next to Summer, "Why not watch in bed?"
"No need, I’m about to turn it off. Didn’t plan to watch for long." Summer shook her head and nonchalantly moved a little farther away.
"You met Justin Huxley today?" Maxim noticed her subtle movement and frowned, displeased.
"Yeah, since the bodyguards have already told you everything, what else do you want to ask?" Summer stared straight ahead, without looking at Maxim next to her.
Maxim stroked his chin, "The bodyguards didn’t tell me. Today, the place you went was right opposite where I was with a client. I saw you myself."
"No need to explain to me." Summer glanced at him briefly, then quickly withdrew her gaze.
Every time she looked at Maxim, she couldn’t help but remember Justin’s questioning words earlier in the day.
Maxim slightly narrowed his eyes, "You seem a bit afraid to face me. What did Justin say to you?"
"Wanna know?"
"Yeah!"
"He told me you’re a demon and that I should leave you quickly, or else I’m doomed."
Unexpectedly, Summer was so straightforward, Maxim was taken aback and then chuckled quietly, "You’re teasing me, right?"
"Believe it or not," Summer raised her hand and turned off the movie. The room returned to silence. She put down the pillow and got up to leave, "I’ll leave the room to you."
Maxim stretched his leg to block her path, "I just got here and you’re leaving, what’s the meaning of this?"
"Do you need something from me?" Summer paused, looked at the long leg blocking her way coldly, and asked.
"Not really, just curious about what you and Justin Huxley talked about." Maxim kept his eyes fixed on Summer.
"We talked about how to deal with you," Summer said with a half-smile, half-serious, "We both agreed you’re a bit too formidable, hard to deal with."
"Just a bit formidable?" Maxim looked pleased, as if being complimented, "People who’ve clashed with me before, they never want to face me as an opponent again. ’A bit formidable’ underestimates me."
"My mistake. Next time, I’ll give you the highest praise possible, so Justin Huxley has a clearer understanding of you."
"That sounds better," Maxim smiled in satisfaction, then reached out and pulled Summer into his arms, "Such excellent genes we have, it would be a waste not to pass them on!"
Summer twisted her wrist, trying to break free from Maxim, "It’s still daylight, this isn’t appropriate."
"I think it’s very appropriate. No time like the present. The butler has been pondering how to decorate the children’s room, his kind intentions shouldn’t go to waste."
