Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 53: Love Shrouded by Hatred

"Maxim Sinclair, let go!"

Not wanting to tussle with Maxim Sinclair in front of everyone, Summer Lowell quickly lowered her voice to warn him. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Unfazed, Maxim Sinclair noticed Justin Huxley’s embarrassed expression that satisfied him, and lowered his voice to say in Summer’s ear, "About Sheryl’s leaked manuscript, do you want to know who’s behind it?"

Hearing this, Summer’s struggle stopped at once. She looked at Maxim half-believingly, "What did you say? You know who’s behind it?"

Maxim smirked, "The truth is with me. If you want to know, then come with me."

Summer was indeed eager to know. She looked at the confident Maxim with a calm expression and said, "Fine, I’ll go with you, but can we not make a scene? I don’t want to be tomorrow’s headline."

"Don’t worry, throughout Stellarion, no one dares to photograph us making a scene."

After saying this, Maxim took a glance at Justin and then, holding Summer’s wrist, walked straight towards the eastern exit.

He led Summer all the way to the mouth of the large garden, part of the estate.

Walking on the uneven gravel path in high heels, Summer stumbled: "Maxim Sinclair, can you walk a bit slower?"

Maxim, holding back a belly full of anger, couldn’t help but sarcastically say, "Should I learn from how Justin Huxley held you just now and carry you to the garden gate?"

"You? You followed me?" Anger and humiliation flashed across Summer’s face, and she couldn’t help but shout at him, "You’re even more despicable than I imagined. How can the president of the Sinclair Group enjoy secretly spying on others?"

Maxim, unable to tolerate it any longer, suddenly stopped, flung Summer against the wall in front of them, his arms raised high to press on her slender shoulders.

Wearing a thin evening dress, Summer was flung and hit, almost crying out in pain: "Maxim Sinclair, you bastard... mmph..."

Unexpectedly kissed, Summer could only fiercely bite Maxim’s tongue, taking advantage of his moment of pain and distraction, she elbowed him hard in the chest.

"Smack!"

Using all her strength, Summer slapped him across the face, then leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

Maxim slowly lifted his hand to his left cheek, where her five fingers were clearly imprinted, and after a moment, he began to laugh.

Summer, who thought she had escaped danger, heard his laugh and suddenly felt a chill down her spine, instinctively wanting to flee.

"Run? Since you dare hit me, you should know the consequences."

Maxim clamped Summer’s slender waist with one hand, while easily restraining her flailing arms with the other, pushing her whole body onto the soft grass beside them.

On the ground, Summer pressed her hands tightly against his shoulders, "Maxim Sinclair, what exactly do you want? We’re outside."

"Of course, I know we’re outside. To your right is The Rose Garden. The roses in this garden took the owner three years to cultivate from the finest seeds around the globe. So tell me, in such a beautiful setting, what if I took you right here?"

Maxim’s tone was gentle, but to Summer, it was like a call from hell.

"You... don’t do anything rash, please..."

The next second, her clothes were suddenly torn, feeling Maxim’s cold fingers on her skin. On the verge of breaking down, Summer could only shake her head in despair, her voice trembling, "Maxim Sinclair, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have hit you, whatever you want, just not here, please?"

Maxim, propping himself above her, caressed her cheek with one hand, "I decide where I want you!"

"No, Maxim Sinclair, please don’t."

Frightened by his cruelty and madness, Summer was genuinely scared to tears as she sensed people approaching.

Seeing her cry like this for the first time, an indescribable feeling welled up in Maxim’s heart.

At this moment, both of them keenly heard footsteps approaching in the distance.

Startled, Summer held her breath, cautiously shaking her head in plea once more.

Looking down at her, Maxim couldn’t help but stop his actions.

Seeing the opportunity, Summer seized the moment, biting the hand Maxim had left on her face, pushing him away as he flinched in pain, and then she got up and ran.

Not far from her escape, Summer accidentally ran into Justin’s embrace.

"Summer? What are you doing here?"

Seeing Summer’s disheveled state, Justin took off his jacket and wrapped her tightly: "What happened? Did someone bully you?"

Summer gripped Justin’s sleeve tightly, tears streaming down her face, unable to speak.

Justin cast a complex glance behind her, holding her hands with his right hand, "I just said goodbye to our host and was about to leave. Do you want to come with me?"

With her makeup smeared from tears, unable to go back inside, Summer nodded repeatedly, her voice hoarse, "Please take me with you, I don’t want to stay here any longer."

"Alright, you wait in my car, and I’ll tell President Norris you’re not feeling well, and I’ll take you home first."

"Thank you, Justin."

"No need to thank me," Justin reached out to brush Summer’s tousled hair, "Wait for me for a bit, I’ll be right back."

Behind a row of shrubs, Maxim lay on his back, his eyes unfocused as he looked up at the stars.

He heard the conversation behind the shrubs clearly.

Summer had run into Justin again and was taken away by him.

In just one night, Justin managed two rescues, surely making him a god-like figure in Summer’s eyes now.

Maxim exhaled slowly, his right hand unconsciously touching his heart.

The way Summer had feared him now haunted his mind as he watched her leave with Justin, making his heart ache terribly.

Reaching this point, he finally realized that despite his hatred, he indeed loved Summer.

When Summer had infiltrated his life under a false identity, deceiving his feelings and stealing the Sinclair Group’s secrets, it had caused him to resent her deeply for a long time.

So, when they met again, his intention was to make her fear him, yet seeing her truly afraid did not bring him satisfaction but rather pain.

Turns out, he couldn’t bear to see her suffer any grievances!

...

Justin drove towards the eastern side of the city, noticing Summer’s gloom, and only stopped once they reached the seaside: "It’s been many years since I last returned to the country. A few days ago, a friend mentioned that the seaside landscape has improved over the years. I’ve been wanting to see it, but work has kept me too busy to make time."

Rolling down the window to feel the refreshing sea breeze, Summer gradually calmed from earlier fears: "Whenever I’m feeling down, I like coming to the seaside to feel the breeze too."

"Though it’s late now and there’s hardly anyone around, I feel the view is even better at this moment."

Justin smiled, opened a bottle of water, and handed it to Summer.