"Pffft!" At this moment, Liam Spencer was exhausted, in extreme pain, but he couldn’t help but laugh at Maya Spencer’s warning. He had seen Maya being arrogant with others before, but it was the first time he saw her acting arrogant with him.
When Maya acted tough, he always felt amused, thinking she looked like a child imitating an adult.
So, he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her up from the ground, and asked, "Hit me? Do you plan to leave without even verifying the injuries?"
Seeing Liam’s unrestrained demeanor, Maya was infuriated. But this time, she didn’t argue with him and instead sneered, "Fine! Let’s see how long you can keep up the act."
She couldn’t believe that despite giving him such a hard kick, he could still play rogue.
Listening to Maya’s mocking words, Liam laughed and said, "More than enough."
"Wait a minute, don’t beg for mercy!" At this time, Maya completely dominated the situation.
Liam looked at her death-defying manner, sweating profusely, thinking, the Little Demon is braver than before. Looks like today she’s really planning to finish him.
Maya was indeed still the ruthless Maya, always going for the kill and leaving no room for others.
Upon meeting again, although Liam frequently reminded himself that he should hate this woman and seek revenge on this woman, seeing her charming demeanor, the accumulated hatred deep within him unknowingly diminished.
When facing Maya, after all, he still wanted to ask her for an answer: why did she secretly terminate the pregnancy? Didn’t she have any reluctance at all?
Regarding their relationship, ever since Liam thought about marrying her, he already lost, lost thoroughly, lost to the extent he could show her endless tolerance.
Her appearance, although inciting his anger, yet filled him with anticipation. In his stagnant life, upon knowing she would return, it felt like finding a water source, making him excited again.
He thought he wanted revenge, but after seeing her, he had to admit, there were other emotions involved.
Maya saw the man’s eyes devoid of resentment and thought he was begging for mercy. So she sneered and asked, "Is the Third Master afraid?"
As soon as her words fell, Liam suddenly reached out his right hand, hooked her neck, and pulled her down forcefully, no longer as rough as before.
Only when Maya couldn’t breathe did he release her.
Released Maya angrily raised her arm, wiped her lips, frowned, and asked disdainfully, "Playing the emotional card? Who was it that said it was more than enough just now?"
Seeing the man injured, Maya indeed had the impulse to finish him to vent her deep-seated hatred.
Watching the girl’s earnest demeanor, the man pinched her chin and said.
"I think it’s necessary for us to leave early, find a better place, and slowly spar. I’m curious to see, after three years, how Maya has changed?"
In the heat of their contest, Jane Spencer suddenly appeared, frowning as she stared at the two rolling on the ground and asked, "Maya, Liam, what are you doing? The banquet is almost over, why are you still in the restroom?"
Faced with such an awkward scene, Jane could only play dumb.
Liam looked up at his elder sister, and his gaze finally landed on Elijah Reed behind her, who merely spread his hands helplessly, shrugging to indicate he couldn’t deal with the young lady.
Finally, Elijah’s gaze fell on Maya. Regarding what happened in the restroom, Elijah was clearer than anyone else, and he wanted to stop Liam but knew if he pleaded for Maya, it would only make things worse.
So he could only stand heartlessly at the door and pretend to know nothing.
"It’s nothing! Maya just fell, and I’m helping her up." Liam’s lie was straightforward.
After explaining, he hurriedly stood up from the ground, pulling Maya up along with him.
Once Maya stood up, she immediately tidied her dress,
and could only say helplessly, "Quickly return to the private room, Grandpa is still waiting for you."
Listening to her elder sister’s words, Maya glanced at Liam from the corner of her eye but couldn’t find any sign of injury, so she felt dissatisfied, thinking why didn’t her kick cripple him.
In reality, Liam was in extreme pain, but to maintain his good image, he had to pretend.
A moment later, the trio returned to the private room. Maya and Liam still sat in their previous seats. As Maya sat down, she deliberately moved the chair a bit to the left to keep some distance from him.
Liam stood behind her, saw her little move, and directly picked up both her and the chair, moving them closer to him, a childish action making everyone sweat.
Seeing this, Maya intended to move the chair again, but its back was firmly held by him. She turned around, rolled her eyes at him, and stopped the fuss, knowing the meal would soon end.
Across the table, Aron Hanson watched the two’s small interaction, expressionless, but amused inside.
He said, "Maya, about your and Liam’s marriage, both Chairman Spencer and I have no objections, you two should set the date."
Maya originally thought her uncle would consider her previously raised issues but didn’t expect to have made a fuss for nothing. She took a deep breath, looked at Aron, and helplessly called out "Uncle!" to express her dissatisfaction.
"Maya, don’t be willful." Aron said, his face full of awkwardness.
At that moment, Kinsley Spencer, silently sitting nearby, finally spoke. He said, "Maya, marriage is a big deal, not child’s play, don’t act recklessly."
After Maya went out earlier, Kinsley had already rejected her proposal. Although to others it may seem he feared Liam, he knew their feelings weren’t right, they couldn’t become a couple.
When Kinsley spoke up, Maya realized she hadn’t discussed it with him beforehand, hadn’t sought his opinion. So she stopped dwelling on it.
Beside her, Liam watched the girl hesitating to speak, secretly grabbed her small hand.
Instantly, Maya was stunned, abruptly trying to retract her small hand, only to have him grip it tighter.
Maya really wanted to curse him loudly, let everyone know how shameless Liam was, but she knew he would turn against her, making things awkward, so after a brief struggle, she took a deep breath, clinched her little claw, and fiercely pinched him.