Chapter 180: Chapter 180

Chiyoko on the bed had been waiting for her appearance, and she finally saw Flora! Glancing at her gaping and stunned expression, Chiyoko deliberately pressed her lips against Maxwell's, kissing him passionately. Her hands glided naturally to his sensitive areas. Because there was an audience, she performed even more enthusiastically, more convincingly!

If Chiyoko were the only one participating in this game of lust, it might have been bearable. Unfortunately, Maxwell was also deeply engrossed, actively embracing and kissing Chiyoko...

A nauseating taste surged in Flora's stomach, rolled around, and then rushed straight to her throat. She quickly rushed to the door, gripping the handle and retching. Although her stomach was upset, she still struggled to support her swaying body and fled outside. She had to escape from this scene that disgusted her to the extreme; otherwise, she would be sick to death!

She didn't know where she was running or where she could run. Like a headless fly, she darted aimlessly into the vast, silent mansion. She ran until she reached the backyard, then stopped, leaning against a tree trunk, gasping for breath.

The scene she had just witnessed replayed in her mind like a rewinding movie over and over again.

Maxwell's satisfied expression, Chiyoko's triumphant look—everything highlighted her failure tonight. If only he could have chosen a different place and moved to Chiyoko's room, she would felt less sad. He knew she lived in that room now. Still, he chose to have sex with Chiyoko inside that room? Maxwell! If he did it just to hurt her, deliberately making her sad, then he succeeded!

Even though Flora repeatedly comforted herself, saying they were engaged, and it was normal for a couple to be in bed together, her tears continued to flow from the depths of her painful heart, streaming down her face and scattering into the pitch-black night.

Matters of the heart are inherently selfish. Just when she gradually fell in love with him, he dealt her such a blow. How could she not feel upset and heartbroken? She even started to hate Chiyoko, questioning why she had to be his fiancée and why she had to be so perfect, surpassing her in both looks and wealth.

After witnessing that scene, the only thing she could do was cry silently and escape. Suffering from that kind of indescribable torment, her status had not yet reached the point where she could manage the matter of him and his fiancee in bed!

Flora wiped away the tears on her face, only then realizing she had run to this old plum tree in the backyard. She remembered when Robin had planned to elope with her here, only to be caught by Maxwell, who punished her severely with a whipping. Even now, her back still bore a few faint scars, the marks of his retribution!

Looking up at the old plum tree, Flora wondered if climbing it would truly bring her freedom. The idea of escape took root in her heart. She knew she couldn't be as carefree as to watch them intimately involved without any reaction.

There were still six months until her child would be born. Did she have to stay here and witness their affection for half a year? She could raise the child on her own without him! Flora thought indignantly. However, a slight turn of her gaze revealed the security guard standing watch not far away under the pavilion.

The other party was currently looking at her with vigilant eyes as if they had already guessed her motives. They were waiting for her to break the rules, ready to take her down in one move, sending shivers down her spine!

It seemed that escaping was hopeless. Flora collapsed to the ground, sitting with her back against the plum tree trunk. Involuntarily, she looked in the direction of Maxwell's bedroom, where, at this moment, a sex game was unfolding.

And she was so poor that she had nowhere to sleep! Looking up at the few stars in the sky, the dim night reflected in her eyes, two beams of starlight shimmering, created by tears.

She sat quietly, imagining how she would live her life in the future. Could she still go back to that bedroom? Or should she give it to Chiyoko? God knows how reluctant and unwilling she felt.

It seemed that tonight she could only sleep here. Even if Chiyoko left Maxwell's bedroom after sex, subconsciously, she didn't want to go back there! Inside, it must be filled with Chiyoko's scent, and she didn't want to smell or feel it at all!

The night was quiet! Flora leaned against the old plum tree, gazing at the distant horizon, successfully holding back her tears. She closed her eyes faintly and gradually fell asleep.

Her heart ached, filled with the images of that sex scene, but she was just too tired. So she fell asleep! Hoping that all of this was just a dream, and after waking up, she would still find herself in Maxwell's arms. Arguing with him, making mischief, just like these peaceful and quiet days.

Early the next morning, Maxwell woke up with his biological clock, his head pounding. With a low groan, he habitually placed his hand on the person next to him, pulling her into his embrace. Normally, at this time, he would be holding Flora, lingering for a few minutes before getting up to wash, then heading downstairs for breakfast, and eventually off to work.

Chiyoko was awakened by his embrace, momentarily disoriented about her surroundings. It wasn't until she smelled his breath that the tender scenes from last night rushed into her mind. Moved by this, she turned around and embraced him back.

A somewhat unfamiliar scent passed through Maxwell's nostrils, along with the soft and unfamiliar touch in his hands, waking him up. Opening his eyes, he met Chiyoko's tender and affectionate gaze, fixedly staring at him.

Maxwell frowned, trying to recall what he had done last night, but he couldn't remember anything. Staring at Chiyoko with an expressionless face, he asked, "Why are you here?"

"Maxwell..." Chiyoko smiled gently, her hands quietly moving to his lower body, gently caressing. "Last night, you were drunk, hugged me, and then we..." She replaced the rest of the words with a coquettish smile.

"I'm asking why you're in my bedroom!" Maxwell roared in frustration, forcefully pushing her away and swatting away her restless hands. Damn it! She lay on his bed? Where was Flora? He instinctively scanned the empty room, growing anxious.

Startled by his anger, Chiyoko's heart raced. She thought this man changed his mood as fast as flipping a book. Last night, he made love with her, ecstatic, and today, early in the morning, he was roaring at her. Couldn't he be a bit gentler with her? After all, she had just given herself to satisfy him!

Tears of grievance welled up in her eyes, half of which were feigned. Looking at Maxwell with teary eyes, she choked, "Last night, Don and I helped you into the room. But you mistook me for Flora... Maxwell... I'm not Flora!"

Maxwell was annoyed by her tears, and he took a deep breath, sitting up on the bed. He lowered his voice and said, "I'm sorry. I was drunk last night. Please leave." After all, he had taken her, mistaking her for Flora. He felt some regret and wanted to beat himself up.

That he had sex with a woman he never wanted to touch in his life made him uneasy. He could roughly estimate that he probably returned home around one o'clock last night. At that time, shouldn't Flora be sleeping in the room? Why...?

Frustrated! Whenever he thought of last night, his head throbbed even more painfully. Maxwell shook his head, grabbed the bedside phone, and asked Betty for Flora. Hearing Betty's confused response, without waiting for her to clarify, Maxwell hung up the phone, picked up his clothes from the floor, and quickly put them on one by one.

After dressing, he found that Chiyoko was still sitting on the bed, not moving. Unable to hold back his impatience, he asked with a stern face, "Why haven't you gotten up yet? Do you want to replay last night's game?" Chiyoko always put in a lot of effort to seduce him. He could guess that she must have worked hard last night. As for him, he was just unlucky to get drunk and fall into her trap.

"Maxwell, my body is sore and weak..." Chiyoko whimpered, pitifully moaning. On the sky-blue bed, her pure white figure was quite seductive. Yes, she was trying to tempt him again, after all, it was a rare opportunity to expose her body in front of him!

"Then rest here for a while." Maxwell glanced at her; her body was indeed alluring, and he couldn't blame himself for getting caught up in it last night. However, his mind was now filled with thoughts of Flora, and he was not inclined to dwell on these matters.

After saying this, Maxwell walked briskly toward the door, leaving behind a disappointed Chiyoko. She had hoped that Maxwell would be a bit gentler to her after lovemaking, but to her dismay, he woke up and still had Flora on his mind. Was his affection for Flora really at such an intense level?

However... thinking of Flora's heartbroken face from last night, a cold smile appeared on Chiyoko's face. Even if he found Flora, the latter might not easily believe him again or forgive him.

Next, it would depend on how things unfolded. In any case, she wouldn't give up, but her patience was limited. Hopefully, Maxwell wouldn't go too far; otherwise, she would take action by herself!

It was early morning, and the mansion was already bustling. However, considering that the masters were still asleep, no one dared to make too much noise, and the mansion remained relatively quiet.

Maxwell walked downstairs, and the servants only managed to greet his back with a "good morning." Maxwell didn't respond and caught a maid who was cleaning, asking, "Where is Flora?"

The maid was startled, shaking her head to indicate that she didn't know. Maxwell let her go and continued walking toward the backyard. He spotted a gardener tending to the yard and asked in the same tone, "Where is Flora?"

The gardener also paused and then replied, "I just saw Miss Flora sleeping under the old plum tree. She's probably still there."

Before the worker finished speaking, Maxwell walked towards the old plum tree.

From a distance, he saw a faint blue figure leaning against the old plum tree, confirming it was Flora. Maxwell stood in front of her, his relieved heart finally letting go. After taking a deep breath, he bent down, carefully examining her sleeping face.

There were clear tear marks on her sleeping face, her eyebrows furrowed, indicating a restless sleep. Seeing her disheveled appearance, Maxwell's heart ached.

Bending down, reaching out, preparing to lift her from the ground. However, Flora was awakened by his touch. She suddenly raised her head, and upon seeing Maxwell's handsome face, she froze for a moment. Memories of last night rushed back into her mind. Shouldn't he be sleeping comfortably with Chiyoko at this moment?

Lifting her hand, she angrily shook off his hand on her arm and instinctively moved back, unwilling to get closer to him.

"Come here!" Maxwell extended his hand toward her, staring at her, calmly commanding.

Flora didn't obey his command, defiantly shrinking backward. She felt extreme repulsion towards the man in front of her. He had embraced another woman last night; she didn't want him to touch her again!

But Maxwell didn't let her have her way. Bending down again, he reached for her hand, forcibly pulling her into his arms, and somewhat irritably growled, "Flora! Come inside and go to sleep!"

"Get away! Don't touch me with your dirty hands!" Flora screamed, pushing against the hands that enclosed her. She could almost smell the fragrance Chiyoko left on him, an odor that made her heart ache and revolt!

"What's wrong with you so early in the morning?! Come inside with me!" Maxwell shouted, sounding rather insecure. How could he not know she was acting irrationally? Any woman would go mad. However, did she expect him to apologize? Was that even possible?

Flora's voice was no smaller than his; she yelled, "Why do you care if I'm going mad or not?! You can continue embracing other women! I'm sickened by your dirty hands, your filthy body... Ouch!"

A sharp pain shot through her arm. Her body was lifted, forced to look closely at him.

Maxwell gripped her chin with one hand, staring at her with gritted teeth, and demanded, "Flora! Do you think you have the right to go mad here? Do you think you can control me? I've had plenty of women. Do you think you can be jealous?"

Flora froze for a moment. The hand pounding on his chest stiffened, and tears filled her eyes. However, she didn't know the significance of her anger. His words were all true; she had no right to go mad or be jealous.

Shaking her head, Flora stubbornly wiped away the tears on her face, turned her face away, and choked back any words she couldn't express.

Upon seeing her stubbornness, Maxwell softened his facial expression and withdrew the hand holding her chin. Calmly, he ordered, "Go inside, have breakfast, and then go back to your room to sleep."

"I don't need you to care!" Flora pushed him away indignantly, glaring at him and shouting, "What are you pretending to be kind for? Where were you last night when I needed help? You bastard!"

With this scolding, the tears Flora had been holding back streamed down her face, but she quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand. She didn't want to show weakness in front of him, but she had been unable to remain strong. The endless grievances and heartache surrounded her.

Maxwell pressed her shoulders, which were still squirming, and stared at her as he calmly explained, "I got drunk last night, and I don't know what I did." For the first time in his life, he was explaining his actions to a woman. For someone as proud as him, it was a difficult thing to do. He just didn't want to see her sad.

"Drunk? That's always the excuse you men use! Lies!" Flora accused, tears flowing.

Maxwell lowered his voice with frustration and reminded her, "I don't need excuses or lies to tell you. So you can choose not to believe it, but please don't question it so loudly! Don't go crazy so easily!"

"I am going crazy! If you can't stand it, don't look. Just go away!" Flora completely lost her composure, shouting. Why was he allowed to be so arrogant? Sleeping around with other women so casually! And yet she couldn't even talk to other men?!

"I have no right to control you, but do I have the right to go crazy myself? Do you want to limit my tears, limit my laughter? Limit my madness?" and limit her sadness, pain...

"Fine, I'll give you a chance to vent. After you're done, go back to your room immediately!" Maxwell released her, and stood in front of her with his arms crossed, presenting an image of allowing her to curse or hit him. His blue eyes carried a hint of anger, concern, and naturally, affection.

Sleeping with that dirty, scheming woman, Chiyoko, was also a source of annoyance and regret for him. He was already irritated, and Flora's outburst only made his head ache even more.

Nevertheless, with his words, Flora stopped. Her raised hand hung in the air, and biting her lip, she continued to shed tears. At this moment, she couldn't scold or hit him anymore, although her heart was filled with grievances and dissatisfaction!

Maxwell, seeing her charming appearance, reached out and pulled her into his arms, sighing lightly. "Alright, I promise I won't touch her again. Come, be good, and let's go back to sleep in the room, okay?"

After saying this, he gently kissed her ear a few times. Making such a promise was not difficult for him at all. After all, he had no intention of touching Chiyoko again, even though she was truly beautiful and charming. But, conscience aside, he only had feelings for the woman in his arms.

He wondered how long this feeling would last. Would he get tired of her like he did with other women?

Flora was stunned, momentarily forgetting to cry. If she didn't hear it wrong just now... Maxwell promised her that he would never touch Chiyoko again? Was he out of his mind? Or was he just saying it without meaning it?

Chiyoko was his fiancée! How could he possibly not touch her? Even if he didn't want to see her lose control, it shouldn't lead him to say such things, right? Yet, at this moment, a sense of helplessness surged in her heart, as if she had inadvertently stolen someone else's treasure. Was she competing with Chiyoko for a man?

Maxwell waited for her response for a long time but didn't get any. Lowering his head, he saw her complex and ever-changing face. He had already made an exception by agreeing to this unreasonable request of hers, so why couldn't he see a smile on her face?

She was the one who made a fuss and got jealous, but she was also the one who suddenly fell silent. What did she want? Maxwell felt like he was being tormented by this young girl. She was constantly trying to change him!

Maxwell pushed her away slightly and looked at her with dissatisfaction. "What's wrong? Still not satisfied?"

Flora tilted her head slightly, gazing at him, tears welling up in her eyes again. However, this time, it wasn't due to pain or hatred but out of emotion. Standing on tiptoes, she suddenly threw herself into his arms, her delicate arms wrapping around his neck, holding him tightly.

With a tearful face buried in his chest, she continued to cry.

Maxwell was startled by her sudden move, but he quickly reached out and embraced her, softly laughing near her ear. "Greedy young girl, do you know how many rules you've broken?"

Nestled in his arms, Flora, after a long time, choked out a sentence, "I know, but I can't control myself." Unable to control her love for him, her concern for him, and the desire to keep him by her side!

She knew these thoughts were naive and foolish, but she couldn't help but dream, selfishly dreaming.