Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 257: Is It Necessary to Have a Wedding?
Maxim Sinclair found Summer Lowell in the gym of the villa, running and dripping with sweat.
He walked over, turned off the blaring music in the room, and approached Summer, reaching out to slow down the treadmill.
Summer slowed her pace, and Maxim handed her a water cup: "You’ve been here all morning, aren’t you hungry? Let’s go eat."
"Why are you still at home?" Summer finished the water and wiped the sweat off her neck with a towel, "I remember you got several calls this morning urging you to go to a meeting at the company."
"I postponed the meeting," Maxim showed a look of annoyance, "A few shareholders have been pestering me these days for their own interests, and I assume they’ll pressure me in today’s meeting too. I didn’t want to deal with them, so I made an excuse about being on a business trip and stayed home to avoid them."
"You would actually avoid work?" Summer looked incredulous, "You really live a long life; you see everything."
Maxim laughed: "It’s not as exaggerated as you say. Go take a shower and hurry downstairs to eat. After eating, come to the study. I have something to discuss with you."
Summer’s eyes flickered, and she casually asked, "What do you want to talk about? Does it have to be discussed in the study? Is it different saying it here? I’m not your assistant secretary, why this formal demeanor?"
"Because what I need to talk to you about is important," Maxim suddenly leaned in closer, "Hurry up, I’ll wait for you."
He turned and left without revealing any more information.
Summer stood there, wiping her sweat aimlessly.
What is Maxim up to today?
What does he want to discuss?
Could it be that the bodyguards he placed beside me discovered something?
With anxiety, Summer finished her meal and went to the study with her hair still damp to find Maxim.
As soon as Maxim met her eyes, he saw the unease in Summer’s heart.
While sighing inwardly, he pointed at the document in his hand: "The air conditioning in my study is quite strong; go dry your hair and then come back."
"You claimed it was urgent?" Summer subtly scrutinized Maxim’s expression, trying to discern something from his demeanor.
"Go dry your hair first; what I need to discuss with you won’t be brief, so don’t rush."
When Summer returned with her hair dry, Maxim had already finished his work and was sitting in front of the couch with a pile of documents in front of him. There was also a stack on the table opposite him, seemingly prepared for Summer. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
"Have a seat," Maxim pointed to the sofa opposite himself, "Sit here, let’s discuss the details of the wedding."
"Wedding?"
Summer couldn’t help but ask aloud: "The serious matter you want to talk about is the wedding?"
Maxim looked at her steadily: "Yes, the wedding. Did you hear that clearly?"
"Why so suddenly?" Summer hadn’t even sat down properly before standing up again, "You never mentioned it before; this is too abrupt."
"I know, it’s indeed a bit sudden." Maxim nodded in agreement, "That’s why I asked you to discuss it and hear what you think."
"I don’t think there’s anything to discuss," Summer turned her head away, not daring to meet Maxim’s gaze, "Since we both know the truth, there’s no need to go through unnecessary motions."
Seeing her resistance, Maxim displayed a playful expression: "Know what? And what’s unnecessary?"
"Stop playing dumb," Summer wasn’t buying it, "Our contract clearly states only a year. After a year, we’ll part ways. There’s no need for an extravagant wedding, which would only embarrass us later."
"The contract is only halfway through, and you’re already talking about termination?" Maxim tapped his hand thoughtfully, "Have you forgotten what kind of person I am?"
"I dare not forget; precisely because I understand, I dare not harbor any unfounded hopes," Summer said, curiously picking up the document on the table, flipping through it casually, and shook her head with genuine emotion, "So grand? It’s a pity that as a contract worker, I don’t deserve such a grand wedding."
Maxim was so angry that his liver hurt, and he sneered twice, sarcastically mocking Summer: "Don’t think that after leaving me, you can reconcile with Justin Huxley. The two of you are even more impossible."
"I know!" Summer smiled nonchalantly, placing the document back and patting it with a complex expression, "I don’t want either you or Justin. After all, neither of you is part of my world. I just wish the contract would end soon so I can leave you both far behind, never to see either again—that would be peace."
Summer finished speaking and walked away, not giving Maxim a chance to talk.
Maxim sat in place, replaying Summer’s words and her expression over and over in his mind.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Maxim grabbed the vase on the table and hurled it fiercely towards the wall beside it.
The vase crashed right into the oil painting encased in a glass frame on the wall.
The room was a complete mess.
The housemaid passing by the door recalled the stern look on Summer’s face when she came out earlier, sensing something amiss, and quickly called the butler to explain the situation briefly.
The butler hesitated for a long time, then brought a plate of sliced fruit from the kitchen, planning to use it as an excuse to enter the study and have a look.
To prevent Maxim, in his fury, from doing anything to harm himself.
Just as he reached the door with the fruit tray, Maxim opened it with a grim expression.
The butler was startled by his expression and was about to speak when he saw Maxim had already returned to the bedroom.
The housemaid also noticed something was wrong and approached the butler to discuss: "Should we knock on the door? Could it be that the young master and young madam are fighting?"
"They won’t fight..." The butler’s head ached with worry, "But it seems they will be in a cold war again. It’s never peaceful with them these days."
The maid sighed along with him: "I wonder what misunderstanding the young madam and master have? Why not just talk it out instead of torturing each other like this every day?"
"There’s no misunderstanding between them," the butler shook his head, "Mainly because they are originally from different worlds. To be together, they have to go through some trials; it’s a necessary path."
"But what if they can’t pass those trials?" The maid came closer, "I can tell the master cares about the young madam. And while the young madam seems to care too, it always seems like she’s ready to leave at any moment."
The butler gave her a surprised look, seemingly not expecting her to be so perceptive.
"Alright, there’s still a lot of work to do; don’t dawdle around here with me. Go on with your tasks. It’s normal for the young master and young madam to argue, isn’t it?"
