Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 254: You’re Still Better Behaved When You’re Drunk

Chapter 254: Chapter 254: You’re Still Better Behaved When You’re Drunk

"Summer, I’m really curious, tell me honestly, what do you really think of Maxim Sinclair?"

Summer Lowell shook her head again, "I don’t know. I feel that his place in my heart is indeed different, but I don’t know what that really means."

This basically lays it all bare.

Vivian Sullivan sighed softly, "If it weren’t for what happened back then, you two could have had kids by now."

"Vivian, don’t forget, we live in completely different worlds from them," Summer Lowell chuckled bitterly, recalling the warning she received from Justin Huxley, "Maxim Sinclair is the kind of person standing on the clouds, to him, I’m just a novelty he hasn’t grown tired of yet."

Vivian Sullivan furrowed her brows with some concern, "Don’t say that. Actually, I think he really cares about you. Maybe he is genuine."

"Do you remember our neighbor across the street when we were in Leonia?"

Summer Lowell suddenly brought up an unrelated topic, and Vivian Sullivan nodded in a daze, indicating she remembered, "Why bring him up all of a sudden?"

"I remember one year he had a pet, a pretty adorable puppy. In the first few months he treated that puppy like a son, taking great care of it."

Vivian Sullivan was baffled as to why Summer mentioned this, but she played along, "Yes, I remember. I even recall once when he’d run out of dog treats, and the dog only liked that specific flavor. He braved a storm, wearing a raincoat, walking miles to buy more treats, then caught a fever, and I treated it for him."

"That’s right, that was in the first half of the year. By the second half, he got tired of the dog, sent it away just like that. Occasionally when he felt a bit better, he’d visit the kennel but regardless of how the dog tried to get close to him, he never intended to bring it back."

Vivian Sullivan already guessed why Summer brought this up, attempting to reassure, "That’s different. Don’t project yourself onto it."

Summer Lowell forced a bitter smile, "No, later I accompanied him on his way to see the dog once. I noticed the dog really wanted him back, and I asked why he wouldn’t bring the dog home. Guess what he said?"

"Said he’s tired of it?"

"Yeah!"

Vivian Sullivan picked up the menu and started ordering, "You’re you, the dog is the dog. You used to not be so moody, but now you’re so caught up, seems Maxim Sinclair has quite the impact on you."

Summer Lowell froze for a moment, then smiled, picked up her wine glass, poured herself a glass, and downed it in one go.

Vivian Sullivan sighed helplessly, pushed the whole bottle in front of her, "Drink if you want, drink to your heart’s content, I’ve got you covered, no need to worry."

"No, I shouldn’t drink," Summer Lowell pushed the bottle aside, "Maxim Sinclair keeps a close eye on me, and I’m still staying by his side, so better not drink."

"He sure seems to keep you in check," Vivian Sullivan teased with a laugh, "If the gap between you two wasn’t so large, I’d actually support you two being together. But if Maxim Sinclair’s status wasn’t so terrifying..."

Summer Lowell tapped her forehead, "No, I’ve just had too little interaction with men before. Now I’m suddenly forced to be his wife, I’m finding it hard to grasp my own position."

"So what?" Vivian Sullivan looked at the teacup, then the wine bottle, pouring her a cup of tea, "What’s your plan now? If you care about him in your heart, then fight for it. If you don’t, then don’t waste time, hurry and think of a way to leave, the more you drag it out, the worse it gets."

"We’ll see!"

...

Summer Lowell returned home smelling of alcohol. Maxim Sinclair saw her from the window, got up from the desk, went to the staircase, and steadied the wobbly Summer Lowell.

Catching the scent of alcohol on her, Maxim Sinclair picked her up in his arms and shouted to the butler below the railing, "Prepare a pot of hangover soup."

The butler agreed and went into the kitchen to prepare.

Maxim Sinclair then carried Summer Lowell back to the room, helping her to lie down.

Her mind hazy, Summer Lowell, half drunk and half awake, noticed someone was wiping her face, and struggled to open her eyes to see who it was.

"Why are you here?"

Maxim Sinclair sighed as he saw Summer Lowell starting to speak nonsense, "You’re this drunk, just how much did you drink?"

"I... don’t mind me..."

Late night.

Awoken by thirst, Summer Lowell clutched her head and struggled to sit up. Just as she steadied herself, a thin blanket was draped over her back.

Maxim Sinclair’s voice came from beside her, "Thirsty?"

Summer Lowell froze mid-action, enduring the headache while glancing to the side.

"I thought you were going to ask me why I’m here again," Maxim Sinclair chuckled, "Wait, I’ll get you some water."

Summer Lowell held the water cup, sipping it bit by bit, while secretly observing what Maxim Sinclair was doing.

He seemed to be serving something; the smell was familiar, possibly hangover soup.

She was wondering when Maxim Sinclair came over with a small bowl, "Drink this bowl of soup. It contains herbal medicine, it won’t give you a headache. You drank so much today, if you don’t take medicine, you’ll suffer tomorrow."

Summer Lowell didn’t refuse, obediently took the bowl and drank the soup in one gulp, wiped her mouth, then handed the bowl back to him, "Thank you."

"You’re welcome," Maxim Sinclair ruffled her hair, "You’re much more obedient when you’re drunk."

Summer Lowell smoothed her messy hair, moving back to dodge his hand trying to reach her again, "Headache, stop it."

"Now you realize it hurts? Then why did you drink so much earlier?" Maxim Sinclair helped straighten her blanket, casually inquiring, "Feeling upset?"

"No, the wine was just too good, couldn’t control myself and drank a few more glasses," Summer Lowell pulled up the blanket to cover her face, avoiding Maxim Sinclair’s scorching gaze, "My head hurts, I’m going to sleep. Don’t say anything, it’s noisy!"

Maxim Sinclair watched Summer Lowell clearly avoiding him, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Who did she meet today? What did she say?

The next afternoon.

The bodyguard assigned to Summer Lowell came to the study to see Maxim Sinclair, "Sir, you wanted to see me?"

Maxim Sinclair glanced at the garden where Summer Lowell was trimming plants with the gardener and nodded, "Who did Madam see yesterday?"

"Madam met Dr. Sullivan, only Dr. Sullivan alone, the two of them were together for a long time. When they came out, Madam was already drunk."

"What was Dr. Sullivan’s reaction upon leaving?" Maxim Sinclair tapped the windowsill lightly with his index finger, "Did her expression show anything unusual?"

"Not overly unusual," the bodyguard thoughtfully recalled, choosing his words carefully, "But, Dr. Sullivan wasn’t drunk. When she put Madam in the car, her expression seemed a bit complex, like she sighed a few times."