"Help me to the sofa. I’ll tell you." said Max calmly, a small smile on his face which he put on to help Vivian relax a little.
But he underestimated just how much she cared for him and as a result, how worried she would be to see him wrapped in bandages.
Swoosh!
She rushed over, her eyes already wet with tears, and looked at him up and down, her lips trembling.
"T-This... How did it happen?"
Max sighed inwardly and repeated his words, "Help me in and I’ll tell you. And don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it looks."
"O-Okay." Vivian nodded and very gently, she put his hand over her shoulder before wrapping her arm around his waist and taking him over to the sofa.
She was extremely careful and walked very slow, worried that she might hurt him if she walked just a bit faster.
This made Max smile wryly, but he was also touched.
A minute later, he finally reached the sofa, and sat down.
He then looked at Vivian, looking at him worriedly, smiled and patted the seat next to him, "Don’t keep standing there, come sit beside me."
Vivian nodded and sat down, crystalline tear drops glistening on her eyelashes.
"I’m fine, really." Max said again, seeing she looked to be on the verge of crying.
But the next moment, he became dumbfounded because instead of helping her relax, his words somehow made her let out choked sobs and cry.
’Did I say I’m not fine?’ He thought, but was sure he hadn’t used the ’not’.
"Hey, Aunt Vivian, if you are going to cry, I’ll just leave. Do you want that?" He coldly said, placing his hands on the sofa, looking as if he was really going to leave if she did not stop.
"N-No, I’m not crying. I-I mean I won’t cry, so don’t move. You’ll hurt yourself." Vivian hurriedly said, wiping her tears but it made no difference as more replaced them.
Feeling defeated, Max sighed in his heart, ’I should have taken some of those emotion related classes.’
Knowing he wouldn’t be able to console her, at least not while being wrapped in bandages, he looked at her and raised his hand toward her while enduring the pain this action made him feel, "Come here."
Immediately, Vivian leaned over and pressed her cheek against his palm. "What is—"
Max pressed his lips against hers, silencing her.
Vivian’s eyes widened for a bit before she closed her eyes and began kissing him back, but she made sure her movements were gentle.
Max licked, sucked and nibbled on her thin but soft lips for a minute or two before involving his tongue and deepening the kiss.
Though Vivian had cleaned her mouth, he could still faintly taste himself on her tongue. He frowned slightly, but since he was in a hurry and Vivian was currently unstable, he ignored it and continued kissing her.
Initially, despite returning the kiss, Max could feel Vivian was a bit stiff, but as seconds ticked by and he began kissing her with passion, she slowly relaxed, making him sigh in relief.
Mm~ Hm~ Ha~
A few minutes later, upon feeling she was short on breath, he disengaged, looking at her beautiful, rosy face.
Ha~
Vivian took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Seeing Max looking at her with a hungry, desire-filled gaze, she felt her heart pound, and her pussy twitch. But then she remembered he was injured and...
Just as guilt and worry were about to overcome her mind once again, Max leaned in and kissed her again.
This time, the kiss lasted even longer. Only when she was completely breathless did he pull away, a glistening string of saliva stretching between their lips which broke a moment later.
Max looked at her hazy eyes and smirked, "You calm now?"
"Mm. I am." Vivian nodded, a blush adorning her face, making her look charming and very delectable.
"Very good." Max smiled and explained how he got injured.
Once he finished speaking, he noticed that Vivian was looking at him with a peculiar look in her eyes.
Smiling wryly, he asked, "What is it?"
"Do you really expect me to believe you got so seriously injured just because you weren’t able to control your strength properly? Who do you think I am, a child?" She pursed her lips.
Max sighed, "I don’t, but it’s really what happened."
Vivian shook her head, deciding to not force him to tell the truth since he was unwilling. But she couldn’t help but ask, "So, did you... kill that guy?"
"So what if I did? Would that make any difference?" Max countered, looking at him with raised brows.
"No." Vivian shook her head, "It would not."
Since she had already reconciled with the fact of him killing almost a hundred people, one more wasn’t going to make a difference. Especially when the other party wasn’t someone innocent.
Hearing this and seeing it really did not make her think of him differently, Max smiled in satisfaction and pecked her lips before saying, "I did not kill him. Instead, I took him in."
"What?!" Vivian looked at him in astonishment. "But did he not come to—"
"Take my mother away." Max finished and nodded, "Yes. But someone else had sent him, who this guy apparently hates and wants to kill too. Besides, as I told you, he is very strong and will be very helpful."
"I see." Vivian nodded. Then after hesitating for a few seconds, she asked, "Does he know martial arts?"
Max looked at her in surprise, having not expected her to ask this out of nowhere.
"You know about martial artists?" He asked,
"I don’t know much of anything." Vivian shook her head, and explained, "A few times, I have come across your uncle Mark and others practicing and fighting against each other. I didn’t know what they were doing, and asked uncle Robert, who had said that they were practicing martial arts."
"I hadn’t thought much of it until now, but upon hearing you say how powerful this guy is and how you injured yourself just because you couldn’t control your strength, which I still does not believe by the way, it made me think that if you guys were martial artists like those in the animes Alex used to watch, your words would make more sense."
Pausing for a moment, she looked at him, surprise clear on her face, "But seeing how you responded to my question, unless you are pranking me, I think it is true?"
She finished in a questioning tone.