Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 193: Can I Stay Tonight?

"It’s nothing much, I just noticed you’d been in there for a while, and I got a bit worried. I specifically brought you some hot soup to help sober up. Have a little, then rest and take a good break."

Hearing that Justin Huxley didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving immediately, Summer Lowell thought for a moment, put on her robe, tied her belt securely, and came out.

Inside the room, Justin Huxley was standing in front of a mural on the east wall, staring intently at the mural, seemingly deep in thought.

Seeing Summer coming out, Justin waved at her with a smile, "Tired out today, weren’t you?"

"I’m okay."

Summer, feeling somewhat uneasy, tightened the belt around her waist a little more, went around to the other side of the sofa, picked up the hot soup he brought, and sniffed it, "It smells so good! Did you specially instruct the kitchen to make this for me?"

"What else?" Justin smiled warmly and nodded, "Give it a try. It’s a secret recipe that’s been passed down through the Huxley family."

"Isn’t that a bit dramatic, calling it a family secret recipe?"

Summer chuckled, glanced at him, picked up a porcelain spoon nearby, carefully took a small sip, and tasted it slowly.

"Why aren’t you drinking it in big gulps? Doing it this way makes me think you’re guarding against me."

Justin half-joked, looking at her with a feigned injured expression.

Summer was taken aback for a moment, and looked just as hurt, "You personally brought the soup, didn’t you know it’s very hot?"

"Of course I knew! Just messing with you."

Justin circled around behind Summer, draped an arm over the back of the sofa, and leaned down towards her, speaking teasingly, "I just noticed your mood seems a bit off. I said a few things to cheer you up, why take it seriously? Are you really worn out today? You seem a bit unhappy."

"Not at all! You misunderstood. I almost fell asleep while bathing earlier, felt a little out of sorts. When I’m out of sorts, I look distracted, and it seems like I’m unhappy, but I’m not."

"Alright then, it’s fine as long as you’re not upset."

While saying this, Justin placed his hand on her shoulder, "You wore those high heels today, accompanied me to meet so many guests, you must be exhausted. Let me give you a shoulder rub, take care of you."

Summer glanced at the clock on the table; it was already close to midnight, usually at this time they would be resting in their own rooms.

But today, Justin showed no signs of leaving, which made her feel a vague sense of unease.

Though they were already engaged, Summer was not ready for anything further with him.

Especially feeling as if she’d forgotten something important.

Justin’s actions grew gentler, and finally, he leaned close to Summer’s ear, voice barely audible, "Summer, today is our engagement day, may I stay over tonight?"

Summer grasped the porcelain spoon in her hand that nearly fell, got up and moved to another small sofa, forced a couple of awkward laughs, and said embarrassedly, "Wouldn’t that be too fast? I’m not mentally prepared yet."

Justin, looking at Summer with downcast eyes, seemed impatient as he unbuttoned two buttons on his chest.

He really wanted to just pounce on her and take her completely.

To cut off all possibilities with Maxim Sinclair.

But he couldn’t; it would frighten Summer.

The plan wasn’t complete yet.

"It’s okay, I respect you, but I hope you won’t keep me waiting too long."

Summer fiddled with her porcelain spoon, and in the thick silence, time seemed to stretch indefinitely. Unable to bear the atmosphere, Summer gathered courage, looked up at Justin, who’d been watching her closely, "It’s late, you’re tired too, you should get some rest."

Justin found Summer’s frustration amusing.

Finished laughing, he came over and held her shoulder, "Next time, don’t refuse me. I just wanted to say goodnight."

Justin closed the door to Summer’s room, and went down the stairs to the second-floor study.

In the study, Mr. Huxley was on the phone, signaled Justin to wait as he finished the call.

Justin nodded, went to the table, picked up an open document, and leaned against the table to read.

Mr. Huxley’s phone call was lengthy, and just as Justin was losing patience, he finally finished.

"Today’s such an important day for you, why not stay upstairs with Miss Lowell?"

Justin smiled, "Business comes first, Uncle, I’m here to discuss The Bluegate Project with you."

"The Bluegate Project."

Mr. Huxley picked up a cigar, lit it, and took a puff, "Isn’t it rumored that Sinclair Group already secured that project? Though I originally intended to enter the competition as well."

"Just rumors. Where The Bluegate Project ends up is undecided. We still have a chance."

"I know your nature, you wouldn’t make such claims without confidence." Mr. Huxley pointed at him virtually, "So, tell me what new ideas you have?"

Justin extended his index finger, pointing upward, "Maxim Sinclair’s weak spot is still in my hands. By using her, he will definitely make errors and incorrect decisions."

Mr. Huxley reflected on his recent interactions with Summer, shaking his head unsatisfactorily, "She’s just decent in looks, can’t figure out why Maxim is so hung up on her."

"That doesn’t matter. What matters is she’s on our side now." Justin was confident, "I’ve already bought the tickets to fly to Cantova tomorrow to meet President Grant of the Aevum Group as your proxy. The Bluegate Project is currently their top priority. If I can secure President Grant’s favor, the chances of snatching it from Sinclair Group increase."

"Maxim Sinclair," Mr. Huxley muttered this name, his eyes gradually growing irritated, "The Sinclair Family produced such a figure, it’s troublesome. We must break his wings before he truly rises. Otherwise, it won’t be a level field between the Sinclair and Huxley Families anymore."

"No matter how formidable Maxim Sinclair is, he’s alone." Justin gestured towards the computer screen, where Mr. Huxley had been viewing a gossip news item, "His methods are harsh. Anyone related by blood ends up suppressed by him. To rise as a big family, mutual support is essential. He fights solo, not realizing numerous people within the Sinclair family want him dead."

"Still just a youngster," Mr. Huxley scoffed dismissively, "Young arrogance only takes one so far. With his approach, soon enough he’ll find himself surrounded by enemies inside and out. Let’s see how far he can go."

Recently, Maxim Sinclair’s handling of his illegitimate siblings was a hot topic among the elites of Stellarion.

Diverse opinions emerged depending on their stances.