Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 151: The Arrival of Uninvited Guests

Chapter 151: Chapter 151: The Arrival of Uninvited Guests

Summer Lowell continued to look up at the night sky, not saying a word.

Maxim Sinclair looked down at her for a long moment, then ground his teeth helplessly before he sat down beside her, looking up at the sky as well. "What are you staring at so intently?"

Summer still ignored him and kept her gaze fixed.

Maxim chuckled in exasperation, reaching out to pull her forcefully into his embrace. He started talking to himself. "The studio I told you about—all the staff were personally interviewed by me. They all graduated from top universities abroad. Some have worked in luxury brands in Freland and Vespera, and some have even been assistants to world-class designers."

Summer maintained an awkward position, forcibly resting on his shoulder, staring blankly into the distance.

Maxim sighed inaudibly, unable to do anything about her. He continued his earlier conversation, "I know you’re not in the best mood right now, but it’s okay, there’s no rush. You can take a month or two to rest and recuperate. Once you’re ready, it won’t be too late to take over the studio."

"..."

As Maxim looked at Summer, who remained silent in his arms, his patience began to wear thin. Just as he was about to lose it, the butler hurried over. "Young Master, the Old Master called and asked for you to take the call."

"Got it," Maxim pinched Summer’s shoulder. "I’ll go take Grandpa’s call. It’s chilly at night, don’t stay too long, head back upstairs and rest. I’ll take you to meet Grandpa in a couple of days."

Maxim hurried back inside the house.

On the bench, Summer slowly sat up, and numbly patted her face with her hand.

After a while, Summer took off her shoes, wrapped her arms around her legs, and squatted on the bench.

This was her favorite position when she felt lost.

The last time she sat like this was after she had stolen Maxim’s documents and returned.

That year, after she brought those stolen documents back to Leonia, she didn’t sleep well for a whole month, tossing and turning every night.

Longing and guilt plagued her every moment.

That feeling was unbearable, and she hated it.

The next morning.

Summer, who had stayed in bed late, finally got up and opened the door after the maid’s fourth knock, looking at her expressionlessly.

The maid, feeling unease from her gaze, spoke with a trembling voice, "The Young Master called just now, asking me to get you up for breakfast. He said skipping breakfast isn’t good for your health."

Summer nodded and simply closed the door again.

The maid stepped back, touched her nose that nearly got hit by the door, and shook her head as she muttered to herself while heading downstairs.

At the staircase, Butler Sutton, who was talking to someone, saw her coming down and asked, "So did the Young Madam get up?"

The maid nodded with a peculiar expression.

Noticing something was off, Butler Sutton questioned, "What’s going on?"

The maid, baffled, pointed upstairs. "The Young Madam didn’t say a word. After I spoke, she just closed the door."

Butler Sutton furrowed his brows.

This wasn’t right!

He had met Miss Lowell before, and from what he remembered, she wasn’t like this.

The maid glanced around and whispered to him, "Is there something wrong with the Young Madam’s temper? Did we do something wrong?"

"Nothing to do with you." Butler Sutton recalled Maxim’s words from last night and remembered the time Summer was locked in the villa. He shook his head enigmatically, "Warm the food and place it on the dining table. Keep it warm. The Young Madam can come down whenever she wants to eat. Don’t disturb her. She might just be very tired and needs more rest."

Nearly two hours later, Summer finally leisurely headed down the stairs and sat at the dining table.

The butler stopped the maid who wanted to go over and poured a cup of warm water for Summer himself. "Young Madam, please have some water first."

Summer glanced at him, thanked him curtly, and drank half the cup in one go.

Seeing the gloom in her eyes, the butler quietly stepped back and gestured for others not to disturb her.

With no interruptions, Summer enjoyed the peace, propping her chin with her hand, eating her breakfast slowly.

Just as she was halfway through, someone came in from outside and told the busy butler in the living room, "There are guests!"

The butler put down what he was doing and gently scolded as he walked out, "Why are you in such a rush? Didn’t you see the Young Madam is eating?"

The person glanced at Summer, who was eating in the dining room, and pulled the butler outside, speaking in a hushed voice, "It’s Young Master Sinclair and Miss Sinclair."

Marcus Sinclair, Melanie Sinclair.

These were children born out of wedlock by Maxim’s biological father and his mistresses, from different mothers.

The butler wasn’t keen on hosting these two, especially when the Young Madam was clearly in a foul mood.

If these two misbehaved and upset Summer, Maxim would certainly be angry upon his return.

The butler contemplated for a moment and decided to keep the two unwelcome guests outside and deal with things later.

He stepped out through the side door, greeted the siblings with a smile, "Good day, Young Master Sinclair, Miss Sinclair. Unfortunately, our Young Master is at the company right now."

"It’s alright, we’re here to deliver something from Grandpa to our brother. Just let us in for a bit to have some tea and we’ll be on our way."

Marcus had a cheerful smile, pulling another to join in, "Right, sister?"

Melanie played along, responding with impatience and urging them to open the gate for the car.

Butler Sutton blocked them with a troubled look, "I’m really sorry. You know the Young Master doesn’t like people coming in without his permission. If you really need to come in, please give our young master a call. If he agrees, then I can let you in."

"Are you deaf from old age?" Marcus looked at Butler Sutton impatiently, "Didn’t you hear me say we’re here on Grandpa’s orders!"

The butler smiled diplomatically, "As people age, hearing does decline somewhat. But I’ve been here for many years, always following the rules. I can’t let anyone in without the Young Master’s consent. Please give him a call and spare this old man the trouble."

Melanie looked at the closed iron gate, walked up to the butler, and said with a meaningful smile, "Uncle Sutton, is my brother hiding someone in the house? I never expected my brother to keep someone hidden away."

Butler Sutton ignored her and reiterated his stance, "Please contact our Young Master first. Otherwise, I really can’t make the decision to let you in."