Chapter 179: Chapter 179

Superficially, the entire Smith Family mansion returned to a state of calm, and Oliver naturally had 'gone abroad.' Flora continued to live carefree and innocent days, getting along relatively peacefully with Maxwell during these days.

Because she had understood his temper, as long as she didn't provoke him too much, things went smoothly. When he wore a stern expression, she played innocent, turned a blind eye, and things were generally fine when they met again.

Today was the weekend, and Robin, not having classes, habitually slipped into Maxwell's room to play with Flora. Upon entering and seeing Maxwell there, Robin instinctively recoiled his neck, saying, "Big Brother... I've finished my homework."

"Can't you study after finishing your homework?" Maxwell stared at him and remarked.

Although Robin was just a child, Maxwell still felt uncomfortable in his heart seeing he always coming to play with Flora!

"Nowadays, they're talking about reducing the academic load, why do you keep pushing him to study?" Flora, who was unaware of the insider information, spoke up for Robin. Every time Robin wanted to play with her, he was either pushed to do homework or forced to exercise in the gym.

"Flora is treating me well, hah." Robin jumped onto the sofa, looking at Flora with a slightly raised belly, and curiously asked, "Flora, can I touch the baby?"

Flora smiled, "Of course you can. He's your little nephew, and you should take good care of him."

"I'll spoil him. I'll buy him delicious things when he is born." Robin promised, placing his little hand carefully on Flora's belly. Unfortunately, as soon as he touched it, he was forcefully slapped away, causing him to cry out in pain.

"The baby is sleeping! No touching!" Maxwell lifted him off the sofa, scolding him with a stern face.

"Just a little touch! Stingy!" Robin grumbled unhappily.

"Not even a little. If you dare touch him, I'll break your hand. Go to your room and take a nap!" Maxwell carried him out of the bedroom and then slammed the door shut.

"Hey! Big Brother! Why do you keep kicking me out every time?" Robin complained outside the door. Why did he get kicked out again? His Big Brother was becoming more and more unreasonable!

Flora stared blankly at Maxwell's actions, just like Robin, not understanding what he was doing. She looked at him hesitantly and said, "Big Young Master, he's your own younger brother. Aren't you usually very fond of him?"

Maxwell didn't respond to her words. Instead, he warned, "If you dare let other men touch your belly again, I won't let you off!" Only he could touch her belly and communicate with his baby!

Flora was stunned, looking at him in disbelief, trying to understand the meaning behind his words. Then, she burst into laughter, teasing him, "Mr. Maxwell, your jealousy is unreasonable, huh? Robin is just a ten-year-old kid, and you're counting him as a man?"

Maxwell, feeling a bit embarrassed by her teasing, continued gruffly, "No touching from any man. Got it?" After saying that, he pulled her up from the sofa, his hand gently resting on her small belly. He lowered his head, gazing at her, "Here, only I can touch. Got it?"

"Got it." Flora couldn't stop laughing, looking at his mischievous yet cute expression. Why hadn't she discovered this playful side of him before? It was a pity.

Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Maxwell glared at her laughing face. He, who had never been scrutinized in such a way, suddenly felt a bit embarrassed and angry. After letting go of her, he turned and walked towards the wardrobe, pretending to ignore her completely.

Knowing that he was annoyed by her teasing, Flora followed him, chuckling, "Where are you going to change? Can you take me with you? You can leave me at Chloe's house, and I'll come back on my own tonight."

"Who guarantees that you'll really come back?" Maxwell sneered. He didn't want to waste manpower looking for her later. In the vast sea of people, finding someone wasn't that easy.

"I swear on the lamp, okay?" Flora raised her palm without much hope.

Maxwell ignored her, finished dressing, and turned to walk towards the bedroom door. Flora, in a hurry, caught up with him and asked, "Where are you going today? Will you be back tonight?"

Maxwell stopped in his tracks, sneering as he asked, "Since when do I have to report to you where I want to go?"

"I just want to care about you," Flora added in her mind, caring about herself as well. When Maxwell wasn't at home, she always felt that the Smith Family mansion was not safe, and she didn't know why she had this feeling—maybe because of Chiyoko and Mrs. Smith.

Just a moment ago, although Maxwell mocked her, he still generously reported to her, "I'm going to meet a client and will be back late in the evening." Rarely would she express such concern for herself, and he naturally loved hearing it.

"Oh, then try to come back early." Flora nodded.

"Making progress, I see. Learning to be clingy," Maxwell chuckled, raising her chin with his right hand and planting a loud kiss on the corner of her mouth before leaving with a subtle smile.

Flora stood in place, touching the spot where he had kissed her, listening to the sound of the car engine outside the window. A feeling of happiness surged within her, even though she knew it was temporary, she couldn't help but be moved.

A woman's heart is always easily touched by tenderness, and Maxwell's rare display of gentleness quickly captured her. She knew that she had long been falling into his gentle trap!

Not long after dinner, Robin dragged Flora to his bedroom, pestering her to play games with him. Flora wasn't fond of such childish activities, thinking that even this little brat was bullying her in Maxwell's absence.

However, seeing how excited Robin was, she couldn't refuse, and once they started playing, she lost track of time. When she finally glanced at the clock, it was almost midnight.

Remembering Maxwell's warning not to wait for him to sleep, she jumped up from the couch, saying, "No, I need to go to bed now, or your Big Brother will scold me again."

Robin, in a hurry, grabbed her hand and said, "Don't worry; Big Brother won't be back so early. I haven't heard the sound of his car yet. Just sneak back when you hear it."

Indeed, he was a clever little rascal, but she was really tired and wanted to sleep! After all, Maxwell's command was for her own good. Getting enough sleep was good for her health and better for the baby!

"Can we play another day? You should go to sleep tonight. Be careful not to get caught by your aunt if she sees you," Flora warned.

Little did she know, Robin, nonchalantly, replied without lifting his head, "Auntie is already asleep."

So, Flora stayed and played games with him. What she didn't anticipate was that Robin's bedroom was at the back of the yard, making it difficult to hear the noise upfront, especially when Robin was shouting and yelling.

Therefore, when Maxwell's car stopped in front of the main house, Flora didn't hear it at all. However, Chiyoko, who was troubled by insomnia, did hear it. Like every night, she rushed out to the terrace and leaned on the railing, gazing down at the scene below. Even a fleeting glance from a distance satisfied her heart.

Downstairs, the driver opened the back door, calling out to the already unconscious Maxwell, "Big Young Master, we've arrived home." After waiting for two seconds with no response, the driver reached out, helping Maxwell out of the car and supporting him step by step toward the second floor. Supporting such a tall and robust person, the driver felt the strain, but to avoid dropping his master, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

As they laboriously climbed to the second floor, the voluptuous figure of Chiyoko appeared before them. The driver took only a glance before hurriedly lowering his head, not daring to look at that perfect physique that could make a man's nosebleed.

"Don, what happened to Big Young Master?" Chiyoko casually asked, though she had already smelled the scent of alcohol on Maxwell. Even if she couldn't smell it, she could guess.

"Big Young Master is drunk; I was about to take him back to his room," Don politely replied, ready to continue.

Chiyoko hastily supported Maxwell's other arm, helping Don guide him towards the bedroom.

As they passed by her bedroom, Chiyoko felt the urge to lay Maxwell on her bed. However, with the driver Don present, she couldn't muster the courage to suggest it. What if the driver refused? That would be embarrassing.

So, she obediently escorted him back to his room. To her surprise and delight, his bedroom was empty. She wondered where Flora had gone to sleep at this late hour. Could it be that even in the dark of night, the heavens were favoring her? Helping this poor, abandoned, and injured woman?

After placing Maxwell on the bed, Don heaved a sigh of relief.

Chiyoko smiled at him and said, "Don, you can go to sleep now. I'll take care of things here."

"Uh, thank you, Miss Chiyoko." Don still didn't dare to look at her. After saying this, he glanced at Maxwell on the bed, hesitated for a moment, then turned and left the room. As he left, he couldn't shake the feeling that leaving him with this woman was inappropriate. However, apart from this, he didn't know what else he could do. Should he kick Miss Chiyoko out?

Thinking about it, anyway, she was the unmarried fiancée of Big Young Master, so taking care of him was her duty. With this in mind, he felt less worried.

After the driver left, Chiyoko stood beside the bed, looking down at the perfect man in the middle of the large bed, leaning down. Her small hands supported her on the edge of the bed, allowing her to gaze at him more closely. She realized that, despite knowing him for so long, she had never truly, seriously observed him. Today finally provided the opportunity, even though she knew that doing so might make her more addicted to his perfection.

Chiyoko bent down and softly called out by his ear, "Maxwell."

Maxwell only twitched his eyebrows, seeming displeased with the disturbance. Undeterred, Chiyoko's hand moved up, delicately tracing his handsome face and neck before settling on the buttons of his shirt. As her hand moved, the buttons one by one came undone.

Teasing a man, Chiyoko believed she was quite adept at it. In the past, she couldn't get close to him, but today, given his rare compliance, she wouldn't let the opportunity pass. Her slender fingers glided over his firm chest, and her lips whispered in his ear, "Maxwell, you must be feeling quite hot now. Let me help you cool down, okay?"

Finally, Maxwell reacted. He shifted his body, realizing it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and his eyelids were difficult to open. Yet, from above his body, he sensed a strange yet somewhat familiar aura, letting him know it was Chiyoko.

This sensation prompted him to reluctantly open his hazy eyes. Looking down, he saw the woman he didn't want to see doing something inappropriate to him. His already heated body became even more unbearable due to her provocation!

"Chiyoko Tokugawa... I command you to get out immediately!" Maxwell growled with slurred speech. Even in his drunken state, he remained cold and intimidating.

Startled, Chiyoko withdrew her lips from his chest, raising her head to gaze at him quietly.

Despite his command, Chiyoko's teasing hand never stopped, wandering over his most sensitive areas. After maintaining eye contact with him for what felt like ten seconds, she softly spoke, "Look closely, I am Flora. I am helping you so that you won't feel so uncomfortable. Can you sense it?"

With that said, she pulled down the straps of her nightgown, pressing her ample and soft chest against him, allowing him to feel and experience her beauty. She believed that one day, she could be intimate with him without assuming the identity of Flora—she, who was much more beautiful than Flora!

"Damn it!" Maxwell cursed lowly. The flames of desire within him instantly overwhelmed his already unclear rationality. His hands gripped her shoulders, pulling her beneath him. A frenzy of hot and passionate kisses surged like a tidal wave, ravaging Chiyoko's tender red lips and pure, milky skin.

"Oh," Chiyoko couldn't help but moan softly at his rough actions. Yet, her delicate arms clung tightly to his neck, afraid that he might suddenly sober up, leave, and never touch her again!

She needed him! Whether physically or emotionally, she needed him. The long-awaited moment had finally arrived! Even if it was painful, it was the most joyful pain, a pain she couldn't bear to let go!

"Maxwell, you must remember me, you must remember...," Chiyoko embraced him, whispering. This fleeting moment of intimacy was hard-won. She feared that as soon as day broke, he would disappear, forget her, and life would return to its original state!

Maxwell struggled to lift himself, pinched her chin, and chuckled lowly, blurting out a somewhat unclear sentence, "Yong girl... I've remembered you, remembered you a long time ago."

"You're lying." Chiyoko cradled his face, tears streaming down as she smiled, "Maxwell, you haven't remembered her at all. But you're right; there's nothing about her worth remembering."

Her heart suddenly felt less sad because Maxwell hadn't remembered Flora. Otherwise, he wouldn't have mistaken her for Flora. Though his behavior was influenced by alcohol, these moments were the most revealing of his true self. His brain was nearly paralyzed by alcohol, leaving no room for pretense or concealment.

As Maxwell entered her, she felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure and satisfaction. Finally, she became Maxwell's woman, and he, in turn, became her man—the man she loved the most!

Despite knowing that the way she obtained and became what she desired was somewhat shameless, and understanding that Maxwell would likely be indifferent once he sobered up, she still felt fulfilled!

In the corridor, Flora, who had just managed to escape from Robin's side, rubbed her tired eyes with one hand and pounded her sore shoulders with the other. She walked quickly toward the bedroom; at this moment, all she wanted was to find a bed and sleep, utterly exhausted!

If she hadn't looked so fatigued, Robin wouldn't have let her go so easily.

Surprisingly, the bedroom door wasn't properly closed, and the lights were still on. Without a doubt, Maxwell was back. Flora paused at the doorway, preparing a perfect excuse for her late bedtime. However, her brain was disturbed by the strange noises coming from inside the bedroom—noises she found oddly familiar. Back in her freshman year, a few girls in the dormitory seemed to hear similar sounds when watching adult films.

It was obscene and repulsive! Flora stood there in shock, her face alternating between red, pale, and various shades in between.

On the large bed, two naked bodies were tightly entwined, acting out a scene that made Flora's eyes redden with jealousy and her heart race. The male lead... was the man who lay beside her every night. The female lead was none other than his fiancée, Chiyoko!