Maya Spencer looked at the man’s sudden tenderness, feeling very unaccustomed, so she withdrew her hand and explained, "It’s already healed, no need to change the dressing."
Liam Spencer saw Maya’s distant demeanor towards him, and his eyebrows immediately knitted together as he stared intently into her eyes.
The girl, seeing the man’s intense gaze, hurriedly showed him the wound on her small hand, saying, "Look, it’s really healed, the wound has completely closed."
Liam Spencer looked at the already scarred wrist, his expression heavy. This was a mark of her love for Lillian Morris, evidence of her hatred for him.
He took a deep breath and lifted his head, staring straight into Maya Spencer’s eyes.
From his gaze, Maya saw sadness.
So, she immediately withdrew her hand again and explained, "It’s already fine."
She thought Liam Spencer felt sorry for her pain seeing her scars, but she didn’t understand; the sadness in his eyes was for himself, sad that he meant nothing to her.
Then, Liam raised his right hand and gently caressed her face, which made Maya panic. She quickly got up from the bed, forcing a smile and said, "I’m thirsty, I want to drink some water, do you want some?"
"No." The man looked at her panicked expression, knowing she was making excuses, knowing she was repulsed by his touch.
Seeing her rejection and evasion, a nameless anger rose again in Liam’s heart, the image of her laughing with Lillian Morris flashing through his mind once more.
He thought Maya was preserving her chastity for Lillian Morris, which is why she didn’t want his touch. But he was entirely mistaken; Maya just remembered how he recently associated with unsavory women, which made her unwilling to be touched.
In the dining room, Maya took a bottle of cold water from the fridge, opened it, and drank half.
In fact, she wasn’t thirsty; being alone with Liam made her feel stifled. Ever since he had discovered her little secrets, she felt an invisible pressure upon seeing him.
After drinking the water, she didn’t return to the bedroom immediately but stood by the fridge, feeling irrationally nervous.
Considering Liam’s earlier gaze and knowing what he wanted to do, she was well aware that every time his gaze softened, it was a sign he wanted to sleep with her.
If it had been just a few days earlier, she wouldn’t have even bothered to feel nervous. But times had changed; too much had happened in just over ten days, leaving deep chasms between them.
So his tenderness made her inexplicably fearful; she didn’t know if he would suddenly go mad when they were in bed. In such a situation, her life might be truly endangered. Though she no longer cared about her life, she wasn’t ready to die miserably on his bed.
Moreover, during these days, he had been with several different women, naturally causing someone with a cleanliness obsession like her to develop a resistance to him.
Every time he touched her, she felt inexplicably bad, completely wanting to avoid him.
After a moment of senseless thoughts, she steadied herself and entered the room. If he really wanted it, how could she avoid it? What ground did she have to refuse him? So she took a deep breath, patted her own little face, and returned to her bedroom.
Maya saw that Liam hadn’t left. He was still sitting on the bed, waiting for her to come back.
Looking at the man’s burning gaze, Maya furrowed her eyebrows, gritting her teeth. She thought it would be better to take the initiative rather than letting him make the first move. If she behaved well, perhaps she could avoid the pain she didn’t want to endure.
So, she smiled at Liam and asked, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
The man, looking at her forced smile, ignored her and continued to stare.
Seeing the man’s unwavering gaze, Maya swallowed saliva, gently lifted her right hand and slowly untied her robe’s belt, standing motionless by the bed.
Because images of Liam’s scandalous photos flashed through her mind once again, she was unable to drive them out immediately.
"Why aren’t you undressing?" The man coldly asked, sneering after she untied the belt but didn’t continue.
Hearing Liam’s ridicule, Maya’s lips curled slightly upward, maintaining a pretentious calm smile, "I thought you didn’t want it."
At this moment, although she was smiling, she had cursed Liam a hundred times in her heart, thinking, bastard, there are so many women outside, why come back to bother me?
But she dared only to think these things, never speaking them aloud.
So, she coquettishly smiled as she opened her robe, displaying her fair and tender skin before him.
Looking at the girl’s proactive gesture, Liam, thinking she disrobed for Lillian Morris, couldn’t help but laugh coldly.
Seeing the cold smile on the man’s lips, Maya found him unfathomable, unable to understand his true intentions.
After pondering for a moment, she privately concluded that he did want her. If he didn’t, he definitely wouldn’t have come home early, wouldn’t have come to her room to change her dressing, and wouldn’t have foolishly waited for her to return after drinking water.
Therefore, she held her breath, took two steps forward, straddled him, and said, "Third Young Master, can’t you give me some reaction?"
Hearing her addressing him as Third Young Master, Liam’s mood plummeted, but he held back, wanting to see the extent she’d go for Lillian Morris.
However, Maya found herself in a predicament, straddling Liam’s legs, her hands lightly grasping his robe, unsure whether to pull or not.
The man looked at her awkwardness, glaring at her directly, "Maya, can you be any sluttier?"
Hearing Liam’s scorn, Maya felt a stab of pain but still lifted her lips to smile, saying, "I can, as long as Third Young Master is happy." Fınd the newest release on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩
At this moment, she completely regarded herself as those unscrupulous girls, saying shameless words, just to keep Liam from being angry.
The reason Maya self-blackened was because she knew if she backed off now, his mockery would be even harsher.
On the large bed, watching the girl’s shamelessness, hearing her words that were fake to their core, the smile on Liam’s face grew colder, almost freezing Maya to ice.
Then, his cold, sarcastic voice sounded, "What? Have you been feeling empty these days I’ve been gone?"
Liam’s words were more venomous one after another, and Maya felt a mix of emotions, utterly unpleasant. If she could, she’d kick him away and leave his apartment without looking back, but reality did not allow for such nonsense.
So, she unhappily said, "Third Young Master, if you want it, just get on with it, why waste so much breath?"
Watching the girl with a fatalistic look, seeing her disdain and coldness towards him, Liam quickly reached out his right hand and grasped her chin, coldly mocking, "Maya, you think I let you return to the apartment because I missed you?"