Maxwell's eyes turned red, exuding a subtle air of menace. Initially, he did not want to let the two scoundrels off so easily.However, Jennifer grabbed him, her voice soft as she pleaded, "Stop fighting. I want to go home. Let's go home." Only then did Maxwell yield. He delivered a kick to each of the two thugs before wrapping his arm around Jennifer and leading her into his car. Jennifer, still shaken, leaned back against the seat in a daze. Tears welled up in her eyes, yet she held them back. "Are you out of your mind? It's so late. Why didn't you call back home and have the driver pick you up?" Maxwell growled.Despite his anger, Jennifer did not feel upset. Instead, a comforting warmth surged from within.His mention of "home" provided her with a sense of belonging on such a cold night. Maxwell's anger surged as he thought of how those men had harassed Jennifer earlier and what might have happened if he arrived later. "Jennifer Yale! Cat got your tongue? Why are you
Had Maxwell been injured during the fight earlier?Suddenly, a wave of worry washed over Jennifer, and she rushed to catch up with him.Unfortunately, Maxwell's pace was too fast. At that moment, he had already entered the room.Jennifer hesitated at the master bedroom door. After a long while, she finally knocked.However, it was Bridget who opened the door. "Jennifer, it's late. Is the storage room too cold for you to sleep?"Bridget leaned against the door, her wavy hair cascading over her shoulders and exuding an air of seductive charm. A sharp pang shot through Jennifer's heart. Nevertheless, she suppressed her emotions before saying calmly, "Maxwell is hurt. I'm here to check on him. If he's fine, I'll leave." As soon as those words escaped from her lips, Maxwell's frosty voice came from inside. "No need. Ask her to leave!"Jennifer's face immediately turned pale with embarrassment.Bridget's lips curled into a mocking smirk. "Did you hear that? Mr. Lance doesn't wan
Bridget took the opportunity to fuss over Maxwell. "Mr. Lance, I'll feed you since you hurt your hand."That said, she offered him spoonfuls of oatmeal and some pastries. Bridget noticed that while Maxwell was unkind to her in private, he treated her respectfully in front of Jennifer.Since this was the case, why shouldn't she make the most of the opportunity?Bridget was determined to make Jennifer lose all hope and leave the villa for good one day. Jennifer pretended not to see anything as she ate her breakfast in silence.However, Maxwell felt disappointed at that sight. He pushed Bridget's hand away and uttered, "I'm full. I'm heading to the office now."As soon as he rose, Jennifer hurriedly stood up to follow him. It was not until they reached the garage that Maxwell halted in his tracks and said, "Stop following me!""Let me take a look at your wound."Jennifer grew increasingly concerned at the sight of the messy bandage. She stepped forward to grab his left hand
Jennifer crouched in front of Maxwell, carefully tending to his wound.She had never gotten flustered when changing dressings for other patients. Even the most gruesome surgical wounds did not make her nervous. But for some reason, the sight of the injury Maxwell had sustained while fighting for her caused her profound heartache and sadness to the point her hands trembled slightly.It seemed like Maxwell had noticed her unease. So, he could not help but comfort her, "Just treat me like any other patient. Think of this as practice."To prevent Jennifer from feeling nervous or worried, Maxwell gritted his teeth and endured the intense sting of alcohol on his wound.When Jennifer finally finished changing the dressing, a sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead.Maxwell, on the other hand, had been observing her the entire time.He clearly saw the pain, worry, and affection in her eyes. Maxwell remained silent, seemingly deep in thought.Jennifer rose to her feet and threw the u
Khloe scoffed. How dare Jennifer still call Maxwell her cousin?She rebuked, "So, you're using hospital resources for personal matters?"She didn't care if Maxwell was here. And so what if he was? Would Maxwell defend Jennifer in front of everyone and admit that she was his mistress? Any sane man would definitely choose his reputation over his mistress.At the thought of this, Khloe raised her voice and said sternly, "You won't be able to get off easy if I report this to the Academic Affairs Office.""You're quite arrogant, aren't you, doctor?" Maxwell finally piped up, "It's just some rubbing alcohol and pieces of gauze. The equipment I've donated to the hospital could buy millions of those items!"Khloe's expression shifted. She wanted to expose Maxwell and Jennifer's relationship, and embarrass them! That would show them!But Khloe didn't dare offend Maxwell so she forced a smile. "Mr. Lance, this isn't about your donations. It's about Jennifer using the hospital's supplies
Jennifer was afraid he would see through her and quickly pushed him out. "Fine, you should leave now."Before leaving, Maxwell took a few bills from his wallet. "Use this to pay for the medical supplies. I don't want that woman to still hold this over us."With that, Maxwell left the room.Jennifer stared at his retreating figure with mixed emotions. She looked at the money in her hand and knew that Maxwell was looking out for her. For someone as domineering and stubborn as him to compromise to avoid her being wronged showed he cared.Just then, Khloe's sharp and bitter voice sounded, "He's gone. Snap out of it."Jennifer gave her a puzzled look. "Ms. Carter, did I do something to offend you?"Khloe snorted and beat around the bush. "I'm sure you know if you've offended me! Girls these days sure have no shame. Your cousin is handsome, wealthy, and successful. There must be plenty of women flocking to him. You've probably seen quite a few, haven't you?"Jennifer's heart skipped a
Jennifer shrugged. "There's nothing to explain. I just don't want to owe you anymore. I can support myself. Do I need to spell out what you've done? I'm not deaf or blind. You slept with my sister in our room every night, and I could hear everything! And you still want me to explain? Aren't you being too much?"Maxwell looked embarrassed. That was just his way of provoking her and making her jealous. But it seemed it had backfired on him.After a moment of silence, Maxwell sighed. "Will you be good and come back to me if I send Bridget away?""Haha, Maxwell, you never changed." Jennifer laughed. "You always put yourself on a pedestal, and think everything revolves around you. Do you think you can give me a slap with one hand and a rose with the other, and expect me to be grateful? When will you ever put yourself in someone else's shoes and consider their situation?"Maxwell felt disappointed. "Haven't I been considerate enough? I've done so many things for you that I would never
Maxwell didn't want Jennifer to hate him, let alone despise him!…It was the weekend the next day, and Jennifer had arranged to meet Quincy at the coffee shop where they both had part-time jobs.On the way there, Quincy explained, "One of the girls at the coffee shop I work at is leaving tomorrow. The boss needs a replacement, so I recommend you. It's 150 dollars a day. I think it pays pretty decently."Jennifer quickly thanked her. Although 150 dollars used to be pocket change to her, Jennifer was determined to be independent starting today. She didn't want to rely on the Yale family or Maxwell anymore. So, she treasured this job and silently resolved to do her best.The owner of the coffee shop was a very kind woman in her forties. When she saw Jennifer, she was quite pleased and taught her some basic coffee-making techniques. As noon came around, the owner smiled. "You're a quick learner, Jennifer. If everything goes well, you can start working tomorrow at 9:00 am. We pa