Chapter 159: Chapter 159

Oliver was momentarily surprised by her sudden actions but quickly regained his composure. With a calm expression, he said, "Miss Chiyoko, have you forgotten the punishment from before?"

At this moment, Chiyoko couldn't recall any punishment. Her heart had been stirred by Oliver's presence. A year ago, she had been captivated by Oliver's gentleness and elegance, and after more than a year, she found herself unable to resist this fatal temptation. If blame were to be placed, it could only be on Oliver's overwhelming perfection!

Unable to sense warmth in Maxwell, she always found it in Oliver, especially after enduring Maxwell's neglect for so long. The frustration in her heart had reached an unbearable point, and at that moment, Oliver, who looked exactly like Maxwell but knew how to cherish others, appeared at the right time!

"Oliver, you finally appeared..." Chiyoko clung tightly to him, sobbing.

Oliver raised his hand, the warm palm gently pressing against her back, mocking as he said, "Were you waiting for me to show up?"

While Chiyoko poured out her grievances in Oliver's embrace, a curious face cautiously peeked out from behind a half-closed door, observing the two people hugging. The face was filled with confusion.

A sudden alarm struck Oliver's heart. He sternly glared at Flora, who quickly withdrew her head after a subtle closing of the door. Oliver's face hardened, and the faint sound of the closing door signaled that she dared not show her face again.

Chiyoko stepped back slightly from Oliver's embrace, tears streaming down her face as she stared at him urgently. She anxiously pleaded, "Oliver, can you help me explain to Maxwell? Back then, it was just a momentary impulse, not something unforgivable!"

Oliver stared at her anxious face and sneered, "You waited for me to appear just for this? Do you want me to clear your name, Miss Chiyoko? You weren't acting on impulse; do you want me to lie?"

"I..." Chiyoko faltered, frozen in place. The usually gentle Oliver's expression was no longer mild. Had she angered him? She didn't want to incur Oliver's displeasure!

If it weren't for Maxwell, the man she desired would definitely be Oliver. Unfortunately, she couldn't have both men at the same time. Fate forced her to cruelly abandon one, leaving her indecisive, and prone to making mistakes.

As she fell deeply into Maxwell's cold and unrestrained charm, she turned and was captivated by Oliver's gentle elegance. Surrounded by these two men under the same roof, tempted by them, she ultimately succumbed.

"Miss Chiyoko, I'm sorry, but I can't help you with this," Oliver said calmly, moving his hands to her shoulders, gently yet firmly pushing her away from him. He turned and walked indifferently toward his bedroom.

Flora returned to her bedroom, and her heart couldn't help but start pounding again. Now that Oliver was back, the two brothers would probably have another heated argument over Chiyoko's affairs. Would her curiosity end up causing her trouble?

She hoped not. After witnessing Oliver and Chiyoko's intimate embrace just now, she wondered if there were still feelings between them. Miss Chiyoko was quite audacious, giving Oliver a warm hug right away. Flora couldn't help but wonder how Maxwell would react if he saw it. He would probably push her to the third floor and lock her up again.

Thinking about it, Maxwell was indeed pitiful. He was constantly cuckolded by his fiancée, and by his brother. No wonder he hated Chiyoko so much, and indirectly, hated her. A man played by a woman would naturally become twisted!

Flora stayed in her room and didn't venture out after dinner. After finishing her meal, she grabbed a magazine, lay on the bed, and started flipping through its pages. Unintentionally, she fell asleep. After an unknown period, she was awakened by the sound of a door opening. Turning her head, she saw Maxwell walking in looking fatigued. He tossed his suit jacket on the sofa, loosening his tie with his hand.

Observing his actions, Flora sat on the bed, silent, and didn't move. Glancing at the wall clock, it was already past eleven. It seemed he had just returned home; it must have been another late-night social event.

"Have you... had dinner?" Flora gazed at him, asking with a hint of concern. Her tone was relatively comforting, at least making it sound pleasant.

Maxwell turned his face and stared at her. Calmly, he uttered two words, "Not yet."

"Huh...?" Flora was momentarily stunned, unsure how to react. She had merely asked out of courtesy, expecting him to ignore her or coldly reply that he had already eaten. Not yet? What should she do?

"Well..." Flora thought for a moment, reaching for the phone on the bedside table. She said, "I'll have Betty prepare a midnight snack for you."

The hand preparing to dial was suddenly pressed down by him. Maxwell snatched the phone from her hand and placed it back on the bedside table. Immediately afterward, Flora found herself encircled by a pair of long arms, and in the next moment, her lips lost their freedom.

Flora was bewildered, not understanding what this sudden kiss meant. Was he... angry? Or happy? But happiness was impossible, right? She had never seen him happy in her entire life. So, it must be anger, right? Did she somehow provoke him today?

In the midst of his fiery kiss, Flora's thoughts gradually crumbled, becoming blurred. She simply stared with wide eyes at the resolute, expressionless face before her.

The faint scent of alcohol diffused between her lips and teeth; he had been drinking!

Maxwell kissed her roughly, and after a prolonged kiss, he pushed her back onto the soft bed. At the moment his large hand reached her chest, he hesitated for a moment, then released her, took a breath, and sat up straight.