Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever

Chapter 312: Love After Marriage (Extra 2)

Summer Lowell, embarrassed and angry, covered his mouth with one hand: "Stop talking, if you keep talking, I’ll really get mad."

Maxim Sinclair nodded with a smile in his eyes and raised two fingers, promising not to say anything more.

Summer held it for a while longer, but eventually let go, gave a cold hum, slapped away the hand on her waist, and angrily sat on the other side.

Seeing this, Maxim repeatedly apologized, then leaned in: "Baby, just came back and already mad? Look at the dark circles under your eyes, getting mad is not good for your health."

"I’m not mad," Summer flatly denied, her eyes focused on the window. No matter what Maxim said beside her, she didn’t turn back.

With no other option, Maxim resorted to his final trick, raising his hand to tickle her.

Summer initially kept a straight face and refused to surrender, but after a while, she couldn’t help but giggle.

Amid their playful tussle, the car arrived at the villa gate. Summer looked at the open door and the housekeeper waiting with a group of people, feeling a torrent of emotions.

When she left, the housekeeper had similarly sent her off with a group.

Seeing her eyes well up, Maxim gently hugged Summer’s shoulder and lightly patted her: "Alright, let’s get off the car. The housekeeper instructed the kitchen early on to make dishes you love. You’re probably exhausted from the journey; after dinner, go upstairs, take a good nap, and once you’ve rested, I’ll take you to see Dr. Sullivan."

Summer responded with a "mm," opened the door to get out, and greeted the approaching housekeeper.

The housekeeper, filled with mixed emotions, said: "Young Madam, you’re finally back."

Maxim, getting out right after, broke the sad atmosphere: "Acting like your Young Madam saved the world, it’s just a distant trip. I’ve often worked overseas for half a year at a time, and never seen Uncle Owen so excited."

With the sad atmosphere shattered, Summer lightly slapped him: "You’re always ruining the mood."

The housekeeper also shook off the sad vibe, jokingly apologizing to Maxim: "My bad, next time Master comes back from a trip, I’ll similarly welcome you at the door, though it won’t be as grand as welcoming Young Madam."

"Seems like Young Madam holds the highest status in this house!"

"Look at your talk!"

Laughing and joking, everyone gathered around the couple, entering the living room.

The dining table was already filled with dishes Summer loved, but after a long flight, she didn’t have much appetite.

Yet, these were meticulously prepared by the housekeeper and chefs, so not eating at all would hurt their feelings. In the end, she forced herself to eat a bit.

After eating, Summer went upstairs to sleep, waking up only after more than ten hours of rest.

On opening her eyes, she saw Maxim leaning against the headboard, reading a book.

Seeing her awake, Maxim reached out to ruffle her hair: "Still tired? If not, get up. Charles Jenson just messaged me, saying Vivian Sullivan nudged him early to call, asking when you’d be over."

Summer sat up and stretched lazily, hugging the blanket: "I’ll freshen up and head over. By the way, aren’t you going to the office today? How come you have leisure time to sit here reading? Today’s not a day off, is it?"

"No, today isn’t a day off, but since you’re back, I wouldn’t dare leave you home alone like this. Get ready, and I’ll accompany you to Charles’ place later. There’s an assistant handling things at the company, so it’s fine."

"Thanks, hubby!"

"I love hearing that!"

An hour later.

Summer arrived at Vivian Sullivan and Charles Jenson’s home carrying a gift.

The two men sensibly went to the study to discuss business, leaving the bedroom space for the two friends who hadn’t seen each other in a while.

Summer cradled the little baby on the bed, lovingly playing and marveling: "In the blink of an eye, I’m an aunt now, time flies so fast."

"I’ve noticed you’ve been quite reflective these past two years," Vivian, leaning against a cushion, said with a particularly serene expression, "So you’re back for good this time? Planning to have the wedding soon?"

"I’m not in a rush, he hasn’t formally proposed," Summer said, recalling Maxim’s teasing look in the car yesterday, slightly blushing, "Honestly, I’m not ready to spend the rest of my life with him."

"No way?"

Vivian showed a hint of exaggerated surprise, "After all the ups and downs over these past few years, even going through life and death together with such a profound love, you now tell me you’re uncertain about a future with him? Do you know what the consequences would be if he heard this?"

Summer smiled helplessly: "Of course I know what would happen if he heard it, so I only dare say it to you! Right now, I feel incredibly anxious, both panicky and nervous, we’re not from the same world, he’s too outstanding, and I can hardly dream of him being my husband."

"But you are amazing too!"

Vivian disagreed, shaking her head, "Where did the confident Summer from before go? Why are you more timid now? Maxim’s deep affection for you, waiting so long, isn’t enough to boost your confidence?"

Summer couldn’t quite express what she felt inside.

But recently, she’s been feeling very uneasy.

Especially when she thinks of spending the rest of her life with Maxim, there’s a constant feeling of floating in the clouds, never grounding herself.

It’s particularly surreal.

Like living in a dream.

Last month, she even dreamed of those heartless biological parents.

In the dream, those monstrous-looking parents spat cruel words at her.

Summer, unable to withstand it in the dream, immediately woke up and called Maxim.

Unfortunately, Maxim was in an important meeting at the time, without his phone by his side. By the time he saw the missed call and called back, Summer had calmed down.

After regaining composure, Summer struggled to speak when facing Maxim’s questions.

In the end, she made up an excuse to smooth over the situation.

But these days, she frequently thinks of that dream.

Summer is just an ordinary person; how could she make a man with immense wealth genuinely fall for her?

Vivian, observing Summer’s changing expression, knew from years of friendship exactly what was bothering her.

She thought for a moment and then playfully teased Summer: "You’re probably experiencing pre-wedding jitters, it’s normal, many people feel this way before marriage, after all, as the saying goes, marriage is a grave, entering a new unfamiliar territory can stir such feelings."