Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The kiss was completely unexpected.
She was dumbfounded. She couldn’t make any sense of Max’s actions.
Her mind was a blank. She just stared at Max in wide-eyed shock.
Max kissed her with unusual fervor. It was rough and unrestrained as if absorbing her into himself.
This lasted for over two minutes.
Just as she was about to run out of breath, he released her.
Mary’s body had been stiff throughout. Max had a tight hold of her waist and chin.
“You lied yesterday, right? Being in a coma, having amnesia. All that you mentioned yesterday were all because of Jason. You wanted to hide him from me, right?”
Max spoke in a hoarse voice. He was confident that he was right.
Mary didn’t explain. She thought there was no need to.
Her son was already four years old. She had raised him by herself for four years. During all those years, she hadn’t gone out with any man.
Other than that night when she had physical relations with Max, she had not had any intimate contact with anyone else, much less a kiss.
After she heard his question, her mind was in a mess. She didn’t know how to answer him.
Max waited for her response, but Mary didn’t speak. He thought he had asked something sensitive.
He believed that Jason was his son and it was time to clarify what happened that night.
Thus, he tightened his grip on her waist and chin.
The heat from his palm seeped through Mary’s clothes, emanating on the soft skin at her waist.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Max asked with a stern voice.
“Max.” Mary stared mockingly at Max’s handsome face and said slowly, “Let go of me.”
Real anger appeared in Max’s eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, “I believe Jason is my son. Do you want me to take him for a paternity test before you admit he is my son? You must have be the one with me that night!”
“You used the wrong word.” Mary sneered, “You shouldn’t say ‘one’. That night, I wasn’t the only one who slept with you. Don’t you know that?”
“No, that’s impossible. I saw only you that night. If not, tell me what happened back then. Tell me what I should know.”
Max suppressed his anger and controlled his strength.
Mary frowned in pain. “Max, let go of me.”
Max finally let go of her chin, but his hand remained on her waist.
Their bodies were pressed against each other.
Although the strange feelings stirring within her was diluted by anger, it still made Mary uncomfortable.
Mary raised her hand and gently touched the chin that had been pinched by him.
She said in an impassive voice, “That was an accident. I’ve learnt to let it go. Max, you don’t need to concern yourself with it anymore. You can be Jason’s uncle if you want.”
“Do you think that’s possible? Letting my son call me ‘uncle’?”
Max laughed in anger.
Mary sensed the coldness in his laugh and replied provocatively, “Why is it impossible? Do you want to take Jason away from me and make Sandra his stepmother? Max, let me make this clear. I brought Jason back not for you to take him away or for him to call someone else mom.”
Mary paused for a second.
She added, “If he wants a father, I’ll marry someone and find a father for him.”
“How dare you!” Max looked at Mary with a scowl.
She wanted to marry another man and find a stepfather for Jason?
“Of course I can. Actually, there is a man I’ve liked all these years. Furthermore, he hasn’t been in a relationship for a long time. He hasn’t even held another woman’s hand. He’s waiting for me.”
Max’s face was drained of all color.
He stared at her with dark and sharp eyes, and enunciated each word carefully, “I won’t find a stepmother for Jason, and I won’t allow you to find a stepfather for Jason. Also, stop telling him that his father is dead.”
He stressed the last sentence.
It was a warning.
Earlier, Jason had said that his father had died a long time ago.
Max calmed himself down and said, “If you don’t want to bring Jason back to the Gastons’ residence, you can stay at your house with him. You’ve seen the villa and you can move in anytime.”
“Sure.” Mary agreed.
Max narrowed his eyes.
That was her home.
Although he had bought the villa for her, when she thought of the circumstances surrounding her parent’s deaths, she felt that she was not at all indebted to Max.
Mary’s phone rang.
She glanced at Max.
She took out her phone, and seeing the caller ID, her eyes brightened.
She picked it up in front of him.
“Hello.”
“Mary, are you free tonight? Let’s have dinner together.”
A clear male voice sounded from the phone. Max, who was only two steps away, could not hear the contents clearly but he knew it was a man’s voice.
His handsome face darkened.
He recalled the man she had mentioned. The man who was waiting for her.
Mary’s voice was soft and pleasant. “I have a dinner party with my colleagues tonight. Maybe another day.”
“Okay.”
They chatted for a while before ending the call.
Seeing Max stare at her with a dark expression, she said calmly, “Max, I’m going back to work.”
“Mary Co.?” Max asked her tentatively.
He had known about Mary Co. before, but he had never expected it to actually be her company.
He had guessed that Mary might be working near the Gaston Group. Otherwise, Jason wouldn’t have came here from Mary’s office.
Mary admitted frankly, “Yes.”
“Alright. Wait for me after work.”
Max had already calmed down. His anger had subsided, and he returned to his usual indifference.
Even his tone was calm.
Mary walked to the door and looked back at Max who was a few meters away.
His gaze was still on her.
She blinked and said calmly, “Don’t tell Jason that you’re his father.”
Max felt a little agitated. “Why?”
Mary replied, “Because he saw your wedding photo with Sandra. Max, I hope you don’t ruin my son’s image of his father.”
With that, she left the office without looking back.
In the office, Max closed his eyes and then opened them again. There was nothing but coldness.
…
In the hospital’s VIP ward.
Sandra stared at the photo on her phone for a few seconds.
Her face darkened as she flung the phone to the floor.
She gritted her teeth and said, “It’s true. Mary is still alive.”
It had been five years.
For the past five years, she had always believed that Mary had been blown to pieces that night.
No, it exploded after she had been played with by the men.
However, she didn’t die and even brought back a bastard child.
Has she brought Jason to meet Max?
At this thought, Sandra’s blood ran cold and she panicked.
What if Max believed Mary’s words?
“Hand me the phone.” She ordered her assistant.
“Miss White, your phone is broken. Please use mine.”
Disdain flashed across Sandra’s eyes. However, this was an urgent matter.
She had no choice but to use her assistant’s phone first.
She then placed her SIM card into the device.
After quickly dialing a number, Sandra calmed herself down. The call was picked up immediately, and the gentle voice of a middle-aged woman came through. “Hello, Sandra. I just came out of the elevator. I’ll be reaching your ward soon.”
Two minutes later, Sofia Garcia, Max’s mother, was sitting in front of the hospital bed. She held Sandra’s hand and asked with concern, “Sandra, what did the doctor say? You need to rest for a long time, right?”
Sandra thought of what Max had said about delaying the wedding date indefinitely. A plan came to her mind.
Shaking her head, she smiled and said, “Mrs. Gaston, it’s not that serious. I can be discharged and recuperate at home now.”
Sofia asked, “Really?”
With an agenda in mind, Sandra replied, “Yes, but my mother has been very busy preparing my dowry for me. I don’t want to go home and inconvenience her..”