Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 663 - 662: Imagine a Triangle Love Torment

Maxwell’s lips twitched. Is that even a concept?

In the end, Maxwell was reluctantly forced out of the bedroom.

Hearing the bedroom door close, she immediately stood up, ran out to grab her panties, and then returned to the bathroom.

Ultimately, Maxwell didn’t drive out to buy them.

Sitting in his study, he called Annie Davidson.

"Maxwell, you madman!"

Annie was on the verge of a complete breakdown. If she were confined any longer, she’d definitely go crazier than that madman Maxwell.

"Ahem, do you want to get out?"

Hearing this, Annie’s eyes sparkled.

"What? You’re willing to let me out?"

She was a bit dazed by this news. Goodness.

Has World War III broken out? Has Maxwell’s brain been hit by a missile?

"Ahem, just say whether you want out or not."

Annie, with her sharp intuition, instantly sensed something was off.

Maxwell had only spoken a few words but had coughed twice. It wasn’t the kind of cough from a cold, but a dry one.

"Maxwell, you don’t have something embarrassing to tell me, do you? Fuck! You’re not going to confess your love to me, are you?!"

Annie’s imagination instantly ran wild. She conjured up a million-word romance novel starring herself as the protagonist, caught in a heart-wrenching love triangle with her boss and her partner, filled with angst.

Too terrifying, just too terrifying! What about Owen?

Maxwell pressed his forehead. Annie’s mind... So abnormal.

"Rein in your wild imagination. Only Owen can tolerate you."

"Tch!" Annie scoffed. She was so outstanding; Owen Lewis was clearly the lucky one to have her.

"You can get out, but first, help me buy some... ahem... sanitary pads, and then..."

"Wait, wait, wait, buy what?" Annie interrupted Maxwell, her eyes shining, instantly shifting her posture to listen intently.

"Ahem! Don’t push your luck." Maxwell’s lips twitched, his expression darkening further.

This Annie, playing dumb with him at such a crucial moment.

"I honestly didn’t hear you, Maxwell! You can’t possibly think I’m doing this on purpose, can you? That’s so hurtful! To think that in your eyes, I’m that kind of person? Unacceptable! I’ve been emotionally scarred. You’ll have to compensate me for my losses. Ten million should do it."

Maxwell raised a hand to his forehead, his temples throbbing.

"Annie!"

Annie pouted. Hmph, it’s rare to see that madman Maxwell this flustered.

"I’m really eager to meet this rumored sister-in-law of yours. I say, Maxwell, you’re being so secretive. You aren’t hiding something shameful, are you?"

Annie raised an eyebrow. Could it be a premarital pregnancy? But pregnancy is a joyous occasion. Does this sister-in-law have some hidden illness? But her investigation showed nothing. Ugh, fine. The results of her investigation were all filtered by Maxwell; who knows if he didn’t fabricate them? So, if anyone in this world wanted to find out about Nia Mitchell’s past, it would be impossible.

"You have ten minutes."

CLICK! He hung up. Hung up! Damn it!

"Damn it! Maxwell, you expect me to fly there in ten minutes? I couldn’t make it even if I flew! At least have someone open the door!"

Annie kicked the door. BANG! The door crashed down.

Er... Hehe...

Nia Mitchell sat on the toilet, waiting anxiously, her ears pricked to catch any sound from outside.

CREAK! It sounded like the Main Bedroom door had opened.

Then, there were footsteps—soft, unremarkable. Yet, she could tell it was Maxwell who had entered.