Chapter 167: Chapter 167

Flora stiffened on the bed, staring at him for a long time before quirking her lips into a forced smile.

"Big Young Master, you're back? Why didn't you notify me in advance?" It would have been nice to be informed before he came back!

"I don't recall notifying you before I came back in the past, have I?" Maxwell smirked, fully understanding what was on her mind, what she feared.

"Hah, that's true..." Flora scratched her head, feeling awkward and not knowing where to put her hands and feet.

Maxwell waved the photos in his hand, then patted them into Flora's hand, smiling faintly. "Beautifully taken. Looks like you had a good time."

"Well..." Flora scratched her scalp, nervously explaining, "We just spent the whole day at the amusement park, and didn't go anywhere else. And we were mainly accompanying Little Young Master. Don't believe me? Ask Little Young Master."

Maxwell chuckled, not saying anything more. As he turned around, he glanced at the piano in the corner of the room, then began unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, taking it off and hanging it on the clothes rack.

Flora stared at the dragon tattoo on his back. When he moved, the dragon seemed to come to life, ready to pounce on her. Like every time, she dared not look too much, shifting her gaze to his profile. It was strange; he wasn't angry?

Suddenly turning around, Maxwell glanced at her and ordered, "Call someone to bring some food up. I'm hungry."

Flora sat dumbfounded on the bed, mouth agape.

"Is that it? Nothing else?" Was that all? Was the matter with the photos just going to be brushed aside like this? This didn't seem like his style! To her knowledge, Maxwell was a domineering and jealous guy. Today, did he suddenly change? Knowing that he had spent the whole day with Oliver, he surprisingly showed no signs of anger?

"Or what else do you want?" Maxwell raised an eyebrow at her, smiling as he asked. This young girl had quite an imaginative mind, but unfortunately, she always used it in the wrong places.

"No, nothing!" Flora hurriedly picked up the phone, dialed the internal line, gave instructions, and hung up. Then, in a rush, she collected all the photos back into the paper bag and casually stuffed it under the bed.

"Big Young Master, are you tired? I'll go run a bath for you!" Flora jumped off the bed and walked towards the bathroom, barefoot. Being so considerate and proactive was a first for her. In the past, when Maxwell returned, she wouldn't even give him a proper look.

The wicked smile on Maxwell's face deepened as he followed her into the bathroom, standing behind Flora who was busy bending over. He reached out, encircling her waist, and his warm hand slid into her clothes, gently grasping her breasts, gently kneading.

Three days without touching her, a week without properly holding her—he was starting to miss her.

Flora's hand holding the showerhead trembled unconsciously, and a strange emotion spread from her chest, stirring her heart. He was going to have sex with her here? Wasn't this completely inappropriate?

She slowly straightened up, coincidentally leaning into his bare embrace. A unique scent belonging to him instantly rushed into her nose. She had to admit it was a fragrance she had been missing these past few days.

The large glass mirror in the bathroom reflected the grand piano in the corner of the room, capturing Maxwell's face that seemed less fierce. Not only did he not blame her, but he also rarely faced her with such a calm attitude. She was genuinely surprised.

Flora raised her hand to stop his hand roaming on her chest, breathing slightly, "Big Young Master, the water is ready. Take a bath quickly, and then let's go out to eat."

"I'm not hungry now because I've discovered something more meaningful than eating." Maxwell breathed into her ear. Then, he pulled away the little hand she used to press on his hand, continuing his interrupted teasing.

Flora was surprised. Did he want to have sex with her here? He had been restraining himself from touching her, would he continue to restrain himself today? She knew very well that as long as she said she felt uncomfortable, he would timely stop all actions and never touch her again. He was more protective of the little baby than she was, more careful.

However, today she surprisingly didn't want to refuse, even looking forward to his next move. Was it because she missed him? Or was it because he was unusually friendly today, or maybe because of the grand piano he gave her?

Her small hand pressed against his large palm, seeming to resist yet also guiding. Feeling each other's slowly igniting changes in their bodies, they had never been so in sync before.

Maxwell felt her compliance and didn't need to engage in the usual prelude of a little struggle to move on to the next step. A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he kissed her lips, sneering, "Aren't you playing the saint today? It's really rare."

Flora's face suddenly turned completely red. Feeling embarrassed, she didn't dare to look at herself in the mirror, where the intoxicated and unrestrained version of her was reflected.

After being teased like this, Flora became somewhat sober. Breathing softly, she stubbornly said, "You're not acting like a bad guy anymore. Why should I play the saint?" After all, she was already his woman.

Besides, anyone who had experienced such things would know. It was like a kind of poison. Once you were infected, you always wanted it, and he performed well in this regard. She considered it as detoxing herself, what was wrong with that?

This was a very self-indulgent thought, and Flora only came up with this reason in a situation where she couldn't find a convincing reason to convince herself. Maybe tomorrow, she would regret her thoughts.

"Turns out women are crazy in bed." Maxwell laughed, finally believing what others said: even the most delicate ladies couldn't escape the moments of being wild in bed.

Flora didn't speak again because his teasing had once again left her mind blank, and she knew she couldn't argue with him. She closed her eyes slightly, feeling the slight touch he brought to her body.

Maxwell pulled her body, making her face him. One hand wrapped around her waist, the other lifted her chin, and he kissed her deeply. At the same time, he lightly moved his feet towards the outside of the bathroom.

Flora felt her whole body almost turning soft, unable to stand. She reached backward, trying to find something other than him for support. Maxwell pushed her backward, laying her down on the grand piano behind her.

The black and white piano keys instantly emitted a low, chaotic sound. Flora was startled, and a trace of distress appeared on her face. She opened her mouth, saying with a hoarse voice, "My piano is going to be crushed!"

Her new piano! Thanks to her baby, she had finally acquired the piano. Even playing it forcefully made her feel heartbroken, not to mention the situation now, where the whole person was pressed on it. However, the person on her seemed not to care at all!

"If it's crushed, I'll buy you another one." Maxwell wickedly nibbled her ear and said in a low voice. Despite saying this, he still carried her horizontally, walking towards the big bed. He wasn't afraid of the piano being crushed but was afraid that she might feel uncomfortable.