Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 20: Love and Hate

The agitated Summer Lowell grabbed a cushion beside her and hurled it at Maxim Sinclair: "You shameless man!"

"Heh." Maxim raised his hand to catch the cushion, got out of bed, and took one step after another towards Summer. "What? Are you getting angry out of embarrassment?"

"Hmph," Summer sneered, looking scornfully at Maxim as he approached. "I just admire you, The Great President Sinclair of the local scene, no one dares to provoke you, you’re quite skilled at playing tricks."

As soon as she finished speaking, Maxim was already in front of her.

"Don’t move," Maxim placed his left hand on her shoulder and gently lifted her chin with the other. "Let me see you all flustered like this, it’s really amusing!"

Having been at it for half the night, Summer sharply sensed that Maxim’s reaction was off, and instinctively, she wanted to run.

Unfortunately, Maxim was quicker, encircling her waist before she could act. "We haven’t finished talking yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

The look in Maxim’s eyes grew darker, and Summer felt her heart tighten. She pressed against his chest to push him away: "Let me go, I’m done playing your games."

"Oh really?" Maxim easily picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, "You don’t have a say in that."

After saying this, Maxim also climbed onto the bed, pinning down Summer, who had turned over and was trying to jump off, "It’s still a long time till dawn, why not play another game?"

"Maxim Sinclair, let me go." Summer opened her mouth and bit his wrist, taking advantage of his reflex to dodge, scrambling to the edge of the bed.

But how could she be a match for Maxim?

Maxim effortlessly dragged her back to the middle of the bed.

...

Summer, wrapped in a blanket, leaned against the bedpost, turning her head to look at the faintly brightening sky outside the window.

"This room has a good spot; you’ll catch the sunrise in a bit."

Maxim, fresh from the shower, had a towel wrapped around his waist and held a large towel in his hand, drying his hair as he walked to the bed.

Reaching the bedside, Maxim looked down at Summer, whose eyes didn’t even shift, "What are you thinking about? So engrossed."

Just as he said this, he saw Summer retract her gaze from the window and stare at him unblinkingly.

Feeling strange, Maxim waved a hand in front of Summer’s eyes: "What’s wrong?"

"Slap!"

Maxim was stunned for a while, then slowly raised his hand to touch his cheek, turning to look at Summer who had just lowered her hand, scoffing: "You sure pack a punch!"

Summer lay back on the bed, looking at the red mark on Maxim’s face, her initial satisfaction quickly turned to regret.

In the moment she slapped him, Summer felt a sense of exhilaration, but after hitting him, the look in Maxim’s eyes and the smirk on his face made her skin crawl.

She recalled the moment early yesterday morning when Maxim tied a silver chain around his hand.

Back then, his eyes had a similar look to now.

Regret welled up in Summer, regretting that she had impulsively slapped him, fearing what he might do to frighten her again.

This Maxim Sinclair, when he goes crazy, is truly terrifying, she’s genuinely afraid of provoking him again.

Regretting her actions, Summer quietly inched back along the bed, her hands hidden under the blanket, trying to move out of Maxim’s line of sight.

His gaze was calm yet inexplicably intimidating.

Seeing Summer’s surreptitious movement, Maxim let out an almost inaudible chuckle, pressing down on the blanket to stop her: "Scared? Hmm?"

His tone was as usual, but Summer felt a chill down her spine. She suppressed the tremor in her voice: "I’m awake now, I want to get up."

"I’ve already gotten you the day off, no need to get up so early, see, it’s not even light out yet."

Maxim’s voice was so tender it almost dripped with honey.

Summer’s heart trembled with fear: "I can’t really sleep, I’ll just nap during the day if I’m tired."

As she spoke, she cautiously tugged at the blanket under Maxim’s hand.

"Seems like you weren’t worn out from last night," Maxim nodded at her sneaky movement under the blanket, then, still in that posture, sat at the bed’s edge, pulling Summer into his embrace with one hand and lightly tracing the mottled marks on her neck with the other. "I’ve spoken to the butler; the kitchen is already preparing nourishing soup for you. Rest a bit more, someone will call you for breakfast in the morning."

Maxim gently rubbed Summer’s tender white arms, working his way up to grasp her left hand.

Summer’s pupils quivered as she watched him pick up her left hand.

It was her left hand that slapped him before.

Would he suddenly go mad and break her hand?

In the next moment, Summer was once again stunned.

Maxim brought Summer’s left hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Completely losing her composure, Summer pushed him away with all her strength while he was off guard, then quickly rolled off the bed and made a dash for the door.

Just as her hand touched the doorknob, Maxim, who had chased her, encircled her waist once again: "You’re not even dressed properly, planning to run out like this and make headlines?"

Summer’s hands clutched the doorknob tightly, her voice trembling: "I stayed with you for a night; isn’t that enough for you?"

The warm breath by her ear still lingered: "Just one night, not nearly enough."

Despair flashed in Summer’s eyes, and her grip on the door handle slackened.

Seeing this, Maxim effortlessly lifted her and gently placed her back on the bed, pulling the blanket over her.

Halfway through covering her, his hands stopped abruptly, softly stroking Summer’s bare, slender legs: "What do you think... if I broke them, would you stay by my side forever, not thinking of escaping again?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Summer, his tone and expression serious, not at all as if he were joking.

This man is truly a madman!

Terrifying beyond belief!

Summer’s hands clenched into fists, her mind racing with possible strategies.

Maxim, whose gaze never left her, seemed to see through her thoughts and was about to speak when they were interrupted by a knock on the room door from outside.

Impatience flashed across Maxim’s face as he loudly asked, "What is it?"

"Sir, young master Leo Quinn has arrived."

The knocker was the old butler of the manor, an elder who had served the Sinclair Family and cared for Maxim for many years.

"Understood, take him to the main hall. I’ll be there shortly."

"Yes, sir."

Upon hearing that the visitor was Leo Quinn, hope rose anew in Summer’s heart.

Leo Quinn, son of Maxim’s aunt, and Summer vaguely remembered him.

If she recalled correctly, Leo doesn’t often come to see Maxim, but when he does, he stays a long time.

He is also one of the few people Maxim is willing to postpone work to hang out with.

His arrival meant Maxim wouldn’t be watching her every move, which also meant she had a chance to leave this dreadful place.