Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 131: Summer Lowell’s Inner Struggle

"You’re not planning to stay in Stellarion anymore?" Vivian Sullivan stopped her drinking, picked up a cushion, and moved to Summer Lowell’s side. "If you’re not planning to stay here, I’ll leave immediately too."

"I didn’t say I’d leave now. I’ve signed a one-year agreement with him. After one year, we’ll divorce. Besides, didn’t you say that Stellarion has many patients, which is good for you to gain experience? You should use this year to gain experience, improve your medical skills, and then make a decision about leaving."

Summer Lowell chuckled lightly, tapping Vivian Sullivan’s glass with her bottle.

"But I want to be with you every day." Vivian Sullivan leaned her head on Summer Lowell’s shoulder. "I think you’re a bit lonely, and I’m worried about you being alone."

"We’ll see then. Plans can’t keep up with changes."

At present, Summer Lowell was not in the mood to look forward to the future.

Her heart was extremely conflicted, wanting to immediately fast forward to a year later when the contract ended—free again—yet fearing that when the year ended, she would be reluctant to leave.

Vivian Sullivan gently pinched her wrist and cautiously asked, "Tell me, do you really have no feelings for Maxim Sinclair?"

"How could I have feelings? My biggest regret is meeting Maxim Sinclair. If I hadn’t met him," Summer hesitated for a moment, "my life wouldn’t be this miserable."

"Are you sure?" Vivian Sullivan clearly didn’t believe her, because Summer’s expression was obviously lying.

"Can we not talk about this?"

"Alright, let’s not talk about it. It’s useless anyway," Vivian Sullivan raised her glass again. "Tomorrow’s a day off; let’s not go home until we’re drunk tonight."

"Not drunk, not home."

Summer Lowell clutched her bottle, took a large swig again, and when the bottle ran empty, she stood up, headed into the kitchen, and took out another from the fridge. Just as she was about to open it, her phone rang.

And of all the sounds, it was a ringtone specially set, belonging only to that one person in her phone.

Maxim Sinclair.

It was the ringtone he forced to be her exclusive tone, saying it was to let her know who was calling immediately.

Already full of resentment, Summer Lowell, tipsy, ignored the loudly ringing phone, marched back to the balcony with a bottle in hand.

Vivian Sullivan noticed the ringing from inside the room, and seeing Summer unmoved, she mistakenly thought it was her phone ringing. "Is it my phone? Who’s calling me?"

Summer Lowell pressed her back onto the cushion. "Your phone is right by your hand; it’s not ringing. Continue drinking, don’t mind him."

"Him?"

Vivian Sullivan helplessly laughed.

Like a resentful wife!

After a little while, the unanswered call automatically hung up, and almost immediately, the ringtone sounded again.

Vivian Sullivan glanced through the balcony door at the phone on the dining table and asked Summer Lowell, "He called again, are you sure you’re not going to answer? He’s still your husband!"

Summer Lowell sipped her wine and shook her head. "So what if he’s my husband? Must I respond just because he calls? If I don’t want to answer, then I won’t."

Hearing her grit-teeth tone, Vivian Sullivan immediately guessed that the other party had likely upset Summer once more.

With shared enemies, sister Vivian Sullivan immediately wrapped her arm around her shoulder. "It’s okay, don’t answer, just pretend you didn’t hear."

Just then, the phone next to Vivian on the cushion rang. She looked down and saw an unfamiliar number.

Worried the call might be from a patient at the hospital, Vivian didn’t delay, quickly answering, "Hello! I’m Vivian Sullivan."

"Miss Sullivan, can you let Summer Lowell answer the phone?"

Tipsy, Vivian paused to react, instinctively asking, "Who are you? What do you want with Summer Lowell?"

In the Bentley parked on the neighborhood street, Maxim Sinclair chuckled silently, "Didn’t Summer tell you? I’m her husband, Maxim Sinclair; get her to answer."

"Maxim... Sinclair?!"

The next moment, Vivian hung up the phone directly.

She looked at the baffled Summer Lowell. "It’s Maxim Sinclair; he called me saying he has something for you and wanted you to answer."

Summer Lowell calmly looked at her phone. "You hung up the call?"

"Yes, his tone scared me, so I instinctively..." Vivian said, then casually turned off her phone and tossed it aside. "Anyway, you didn’t want to answer, just turn it off."

"Never mind, I should call him back; otherwise, he won’t let it go." Summer sighed helplessly, stood and picked up her phone from the table.

Vivian grabbed the bottle and caught up with her. "If he’s going to take you away, will you go with him?"

"Probably not. I said I want to stay here for now."

"He agreed?" Vivian widened her eyes. "He’s that agreeable?"

"Of course he didn’t agree," Summer unlocked the screen and explained before dialing back, "he neither agreed nor refused."

The next moment, as the call connected, "You intentionally didn’t answer my call just now."

The statement was tone without a hint of doubt.

Summer Lowell was too lazy to argue and got straight to the point, "It’s so late, what do you want?"

"Come downstairs now; I’m waiting for you."

"I already told you I want to stay with my friend for now."

"Come downstairs now, if I emphasize one more time, I can’t guarantee what I might do. Do you want me to move into your room tonight in front of your friend?" Maxim said with a casual laugh.

Summer rebirth bit her lip angrily. "Got it, I’m coming down."

After hanging up, Summer looked at the concerned Vivian and gave a reassuring smile, "He said he needs me for something and asked me to come down now; it seems to be urgent, I’ll go take a look."

"Do you need me to come with you?" Vivian put down the bottle. "I’m afraid he’ll just take you away; should I bring a weapon for self-defense?"

"Don’t be so nervous." Summer seated her back onto the sofa. "Maxim Sinclair isn’t as scary as you think; I can handle him. Besides, I’m also curious what he needs me for, I’ll be back soon."

"Be careful, okay?"

"Yeah."

After saying so, Summer turned and left.

Downstairs, she knocked on the rear window gently, looking coldly at Maxim inside. "I’m here; hurry up and tell me what you want."

Maxim reached out and opened the car door, "Get in to talk."

"Can’t you say it here?"

"What do you think?"

After a standoff for a bit, the disadvantaged Summer opened the door and got in, cautiously leaving it slightly open, holding the handle, ready to bolt at any time. "Can you talk now?"

Maxim, well aware of her cautiousness, chuckled, and reached for an old-fashioned yet exquisitely styled wooden food box.