Chapter 111: Chapter 111

"Damn it! I don't hate you anymore, okay?!" Maxwell suddenly yelled, regretting his words instantly. He lowered his head, avoiding Flora's inquisitive gaze, feeling uneasy.

"You don't hate me anymore? Why?" Flora's train of thought was suddenly diverted to this topic, and she felt a little ecstatic. Could it be that her expectations had come true? Was he unwilling to let her die?

"I've changed from hatred to annoyance. Seeing you just annoys me!" Maxwell said with an unchanged expression. This should help salvage the slip of his tongue earlier. Seeing her sudden change in expression, he could tell that it was quite effective.

Seeing her unpredictable face, Maxwell couldn't help but want to strike her, "I saved you just so I can use you to stay by Kevin's side and help me do things. Do you think I saved you because I can't bear to let you die?"

Hmm, he had never spoken such a smooth lie before! It seemed that his spoken English had improved. When it came to telling big lies, not only did he not stumble on his words, but he also sounded extremely convincing and smooth. Maxwell felt proud of his brilliant performance.

Upon hearing his words, Flora's heart turned cold. For some reason, she felt a pang of pain. Was it just a sentence that hurt her so much? Hasn't he done cruel things to her before? Whether it was heart-wrenching or physically painful, didn't she feel uncomfortable in her heart?

Flora shook off his grip on her hand and petulantly walked towards the bed, slipping into the covers with her bathrobe on.

Maxwell, displeased with her sulking, followed her and pulled her out of the bed, coldly saying, "Do you want to throw a tantrum?"

"You go turn it on yourself, I want to sleep!" Flora turned her face away, closed her eyes, and forced herself not to look at his tempting figure. It was a criminal temptation!

"I want you to do it for me!" Maxwell gritted his teeth.

Did she think she could play this tantrum with him? He wasn't falling for it! He insisted that she turn it on. Otherwise, he would walk around the balcony in a bath towel. Where was his dignity? He had never spoiled a woman so much, especially a woman as reckless as her!

"I... Oh... I promise... I'll go."

A series of screams echoed through the entire bedroom. Flora struggled out of his arms with a mournful face and reluctantly headed towards the balcony, sliding down the bed and walking obediently.

He was so detestable. He always resorted to violence to threaten her. She had never seen such an uncouth man! Murmuring to herself, she walked to the balcony and turned on the water valve. After all the trouble, she didn't gain any benefits but was instead insulted harshly by him, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Finally, she had to admit that she, Flora, was no match for him at all!

Maxwell proudly stared at her retreating figure filled with anger. To deal with her, he had to use such despicable tactics! After washing himself in the bathroom, when he walked out, Flora was already slumped asleep on the couch.

Obviously, she intentionally left the big bed for him to sleep on, and deliberately avoided sharing the same bed with him. Maxwell didn't grant her such privilege. He stooped down and glanced at her sleeping figure, then picked up her body and turned to place her on the big bed.

Dawn was approaching. She was tired, and naturally, he was tired too. Lying beside her, he quickly fell asleep. It was the first time that the two of them had shared a bed, and nothing happened between them.

The next day, Flora woke up at noon because she had slept too late. When she saw the sunlight outside, she instinctively jumped out of bed and screamed, "Oh my god! I'm late again!"

Oh no, she had been late several times this week. Flora was anxious to get out of bed and rush into the bathroom when she heard a lazy voice behind her.

"It's Saturday today, can't you stop overreacting?"

Oh right, it's Saturday! Flora slapped her head and turned around. She realized that Maxwell was lying in her bed. She hurriedly looked at herself and luckily, the towel she had wrapped around her body, although messy, was still on her.

She didn't expect him to have gentlemanly moments too. If only he could continue like this...

"Uh...then I should go home." Another night of not coming home, Auntie Grace must be worried again.

Maxwell, who was woken up by her, rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up from the bed with a dissatisfied look on his face. Having one's sweet dreams interrupted, no one would have a good expression.

Feeling guilty, Flora lowered her head and quietly walked to the wardrobe, pushing the wardrobe doors open on both sides, and started rummaging through it.

"What are you doing?" Maxwell stared at her and asked. He couldn't believe this woman would be considerate enough to help him find clothes.

"Find some clothes to wear." Flora answered without looking back, "Aren't Miss Chiyoko's clothes all kept here?"

Maxwell was angry at her words. Her small head knew how to stir up trouble. When did Chiyoko ever come here? Where would there be so many clothes for her to find? Remembering the clothes he had ordered for her that morning, which she mistakenly thought were Chiyoko's, he didn't find it strange and simply said, "No need to look, there are no more clothes of hers here."

"Oh, really?" Flora closed the wardrobe disappointed, turned around, and stared at him, "Then what should I do?" She didn't want to wear the blood-stained clothes from yesterday again, although she was also unwilling to wear Chiyoko's clothes, it was still better than the blood-stained clothes!

Maxwell remembered their battle of wits last night and sneered, "Your personality makes me reluctant to help you find clothes, do you know that?" He didn't know that Flora's personality was the fundamental factor that made him lose his mind again and again!

Flora was stunned for a moment and quickly flashed through her recent behavior in her mind. Her personality? Which one was he referring to? Well, no matter which one, she had no choice but to humble herself for the sake of clothes and say, "I'm sorry, every time I'm joking with you, and you haven't suffered any losses, right?" In their battles, she was always the one at a disadvantage!

It was true that what Flora said was correct. Even if Maxwell wanted to strike back at her, he couldn't let her go without clothes. So, just like last time, he dialed his assistant's number and asked her to send the clothes here as soon as possible.

"Thank you, Big Young Master!" Flora was so grateful that she almost prostrated herself on the ground. She didn't expect him to be so resourceful, finally, she didn't have to go out naked. Oh, hopefully, such a miserable situation would never happen again!

Fortunately, Maxwell was capable enough to get the clothes delivered with just a phone call. Otherwise, she didn't know what to do.