Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 41: Did You Really Fall for Me?

"What? Don’t remember?"

Seeing the blush on Summer Lowell’s face, Maxim Sinclair’s smile widened.

"That time really surprised me. I never expected that Secretary Lowell, who always does things flawlessly, would demand hugs and kisses after getting drunk, and even..."

"Maxim Sinclair!"

Summer Lowell appeared embarrassed, quickly interrupted his words, "If you’re here to humiliate me, I advise you to give up early on that idea."

Hearing what Summer said, Maxim Sinclair wasn’t angry.

He placed another beer bottle on the small table, popped the cap off the one in his hand with a single hand, tilted his head, and took a swig: "Tch, this beer tastes a bit off. I’ll have to emphasize at the next meeting that the purchasing department should replace the beers in the guest room fridges."

Summer glanced at the time on her wristwatch. It was nearly midnight. Switching hotels wasn’t convenient, and going to a colleague’s place wasn’t feasible either.

She had to think of a way to get Maxim Sinclair to leave quickly.

Summer stepped forward, picked up another beer bottle, used the marble counter to pop the cap, and chugged it down boldly.

"I drank the beer, satisfied? Now you can leave."

"I didn’t expect your drinking capacity to match your acting skills," Maxim Sinclair said with a cold laugh, "I’m curious, how many more sides of yourself are there that you haven’t shown me?"

"Then go on being curious," Summer rolled her eyes at him, "Just as I didn’t expect President Sinclair to have a hobby of intruding into others’ living spaces."

"I don’t intrude into just anyone’s living space," Maxim Sinclair explained patiently, walked to the side, and pulled out a chair to sit down by himself, "Congratulations, your project perfectly passed the first round of bidding. If nothing unexpected happens, you should smoothly pass the entire bid."

"Thank you, President Sinclair. If you’re just here to congratulate me, you could easily choose broad daylight, not in the middle of the night."

"No, you’re getting it very wrong," Maxim Sinclair shook his finger at her lightly, "If I came to find you during the day, it would be very easy for someone to find out. If the upper management at Stellart hears about it, I’m afraid your reputation would be at risk!"

Summer’s smile froze.

She realized Maxim Sinclair was right.

Knowing she couldn’t out-talk him, Summer gave up and pointed to the door: "I want to rest now, please leave, President Sinclair."

Maxim Sinclair looked at Summer, who had lost almost half her weight since the last time they met, his dark eyes scanning over the shadows under her eyes. Rising promptly, he placed the beer bottle aside.

Seeing him suddenly get up, Summer’s heart caught in her throat, and she furtively clenched the neck of the slender beer bottle.

Maxim Sinclair caught her subtle movement out of the corner of his eye and chuckled ambiguously: "Am I really that scary? That you have to guard against me like this."

Summer was taken aback by his words.

"Maxim Sinclair, the things you’ve done to me before were all illegal. I remembered the times I’ve wronged you and didn’t call the police, but my patience has its limits. If you intrude into my room again without my permission, don’t blame me for being rude."

"Oh? So, how do you plan to be rude? Do tell."

Maxim Sinclair grinned as if Summer was telling the biggest joke of all time.

Summer pursed her lips, holding back from making any harsh remarks: "What if I post these incidents online? What do you think would happen?"

"Listening to you say that, it does sound quite scary," Maxim Sinclair nodded seriously, "But Summer, the matters between us are only truly settled when I say they are, got it?"

Summer didn’t want to answer that question. She turned towards the door and opened it, "Please leave, I really want to sleep."

Maxim Sinclair smiled, taking a few steps to reach her.

"What are you doing?"

"Didn’t you say you wanted to sleep?"

The curve of Maxim Sinclair’s lips slowly straightened. He reached out to grab her chin, slowly leaning in, letting his warm breath brush against her ear, "Then let’s rest."

Summer furrowed her brow slightly, struggling to free herself but to no avail.

The next moment, she felt her body lighten, only to be tossed onto the bed by Maxim Sinclair.

The bed beside her sank softly, and Maxim Sinclair’s voice sounded above her head, "Don’t move. I’m really tired today, don’t want to go back."

"Maxim Sinclair, what does it matter to me if you’re tired or not?"

Summer was on the brink of losing her temper, but seeing Maxim Sinclair’s suddenly rigid smile and his exhausted look, her reason barely returned.

She was well aware of how many things required Maxim’s personal touch every day at the Sinclair Group.

For some reason, at that moment, looking at the man who only showed his tiredness in front of her, she suddenly couldn’t be hard-hearted.

"I’m warning you," Summer moved to one side of the bed, "don’t get any ideas. If you really want to stay, then sleep on the sofa."

As soon as she said it, Summer regretted it and almost wished she could slap herself.

"Alright."

Maxim Sinclair agreed verbally, but stubbornly laid down next to her.

Soon, the distinctive blue scent of his cologne enveloped Summer, making her feel both reassured and uneasy.

Not long after, the breathing of the person beside her gradually evened out. Summer opened her eyes, turned around, and traced the contour of his profile in the darkness. Feeling the familiar warmth emanating from him, her heart suddenly pounded rapidly, thudding in the night.

The next moment, as if compelled by some unseen force, she reached out, wrapped her arm around his waist, and embraced him gently.

[Maxim Sinclair, what exactly are we now...]

The next day, when Summer woke up, there was no sign of Maxim Sinclair by her side.

...

The Huxley Estate.

"Tina’s back. How was the trip, tiring?"

Mrs. Huxley came forward to take the suitcase from Tina Huxley’s hand and handed it to a servant who had followed them, "Take her suitcase to the room, and while you’re at it, call Mr. Huxley and Old Master Huxley down; it’s time to eat."

Tina Huxley stepped forward and gave Mrs. Huxley a big hug: "I’m finally back. I’ve been craving home-cooked food these past few days."

"The kitchen has prepared for you. Since we knew you were coming today, I personally went to the market yesterday to pick out the ingredients. I guarantee that tonight’s dinner will be full of your favorite dishes." Mrs. Huxley, their affectionate daughter, sat on a nearby sofa, "So, did you have fun at your friend’s wedding?"

"It was quite fun," Tina sipped the warm herbal tea her mom passed her, "Mom, do you have something you want to say?"

"Indeed, there’s something to discuss. Regarding your marriage, your dad thinks we should follow your preferences... to form an alliance. Do you have anyone in particular you fancy?"

Tina paused, a hint of embarrassment flashing in her eyes: "The way you’re talking, it’s like I just need to nod and it will happen."

"Our Tina’s so beautiful," Mrs. Huxley brushed her daughter’s hair, "whoever marries you will be lucky."

As they spoke, Mr. Huxley and Old Master Huxley came down the stairs together.

Seeing them, Tina quickly put down her tea and went to greet them.

Once seated, Mr. Huxley brought up the topic of marriage again: "Tina, our idea is to choose an eligible young man from families of equal standing based on your preference for the union. Do you have anyone in mind? If so, we can start preparing right away."

Tina’s mind flashed to a certain person, and she bit her lip, smiling shyly, "It’s not just about me liking them; both parties must agree."

"There’s no rush with that. Feelings can be cultivated. Besides, given our family’s status, few would refuse."

Saying this, Mr. Huxley put down his chopsticks, casually mentioning Maxim Sinclair: "I remember, you have a good relationship with that boy Maxim. Among the younger generation, he’s one of the most successful. If you could marry him, it would be highly beneficial to our Huxley family."

Mrs. Huxley, who was also very pleased with Maxim Sinclair, glanced at Tina’s expression and noticed her cheeks blushing. She exchanged a knowing smile with Mr. Huxley.

"Since you seem interested in him, it’s perfect. Our company has some projects coming up with Sinclair Group. You can act as a representative to engage with them."

Tina obediently agreed: "Okay, I’ll make sure to seize this opportunity well."

"But don’t rush it. As girls, we need to remain reserved, give enough hints, and then wait for him to make the first move."