My Idol Boyfriend's

47. Drama

The sun started to sink. Max's mother said to clean up. Yana is too. His body was already sticky due to his activity in the kitchen.

Before Max's mother walks away, she asks when Max is coming home.

"Say it'll be late to the house..." Answer Yana.

"May have dinner at home.."

They went to their own rooms.

As usual Yana was followed by a few servants behind her. This time he got used to it. To take a shower Yana doesn't want to be helped. His body is a matter of privacy. But about changing clothes and styling hair Yana likes the help of the servants. Their touch is to Yana's taste. If this is Yana's dream, she won't wake up forever.

This time a tight white shirt with short sleeves and a black tutu skirt of transparent and furing material below the knee became the choice of Yana's servants. The clothes they choose display the curves of Yana's body and chest which contains a sexy look. Her hair was tied up simply. Her smooth neck was exposed. Make up tonight is very thin.

Yana went downstairs after everything was done. Nyona Han, Max's mother has come down first. Her beauty seemed radiant after cleaning herself and changing clothes.

"I'm sorry I'm late.."

"There is no need to be formal once Yana. just relax.."

"Ah sorry if I'm wrong mother.."

"It's okay. We're friends.. Just relax ok?"

Yana nodded "What can I help you with?"

"Take the plate and arrange it here. I hope Max gets home soon.."

Some of the waiters also seemed busy preparing the dining table. Yana is not used to this situation. The food-filled dining table made him break out in cold sweat. The food can be used to entertain 20 people. Her lunch experience earlier made Yana shudder in horror. This time he was tired of food.

"Has Max contacted you? It's eight o'clock tonight.."

"Not yet. My phone can't be used here ma'am.. Max usually calls the house number.." Clearly Yana with her busy hands was arranging the dishes on the kitchen table.

Yana carefully lifted him but his hands were unable to support the weight of the ceramic plate.

Prang prang

The plate in his hand hit the floor and broke apart. Yana surprised. His feet took a step back but the fragments of the plate hit the calf and scratched it.

"Geez.." Yana's voice gasped.

All the servants looked at Yana.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it. ah.." Yana crouched down trying to pick up the fragments of the plate with her bare hands. His hand scratched the sharp fragments of the plate.

"Geez.." Slowly whirring.

Everyone's stunned.

Max's mother, who was not far from the dinner table, ran towards Yana.

"Well..What happened? Are you all right?"

Yana had not yet answered but another voice had preceded her

"What's going on here? Mother what are you doing?" The sound of shaking made everyone flinch. His voice is full of emphasis. There's a rough tone there.

Max had just entered the house when the sound of plates rang out in his ears. Regardless of Seo Woon putting the car into the garage, Max immediately ran to the sound source.

The scenery she saw when she found the source of the voice was Yana who was crouched with broken plates under her feet and her mother who was standing not far from Yana with her mouth open like she was angry. Negative thoughts immediately filled Max's brain.

"Max.." Madam Han said seeing Max taking wide steps approaching her.

"Mother what happened? Mommy hurt Yana?"

"Mother..mom hurt Yana right?" Max gushed his mother.

Madam Han narrowed her eyes looking at Max who was blazing with her anger.

"I'm fine Max. ah.." Yana tried to get up but her footing collapsed due to the pain in her calf.

"Where is sick?" Max grabs Yana's arm and carries Yana's body in his carrier.

Max quickly steps towards the sofa in the corner of the room then sits Yana down gently. Her hand immediately grabbed Yana's ankle and revealed her skirt.

"You're hurt.."

"Max I'm fine.you're overreacting.."

"Medicine.get me medicine.."

The waiter who was behind them immediately ran to fetch the medicine box.

"Your hand too. Are you okay? Do I need to call a doctor?" Max wipes the blood on Yana's hand with a towel that the waiter brought.

Max's housekeeper is quick to respond to any situation. They are trained to be sensitive without being ruled by their Master.

"Did mom hurt you? Where are the sick?"

Max scans Yana's entire body from head to toe. Throw over Yana's body. His hands***Yana's shoulder.

"Max.." Yana touches Max's hand using her uninjured hand.

"I'm fine.. Relax...Why are you angry? It's impolite in front of an old man like that.." Yana softly said.

"You're bleeding, how can I calm down and be angry? Even if your fingertips are hurt I'll be mad at those who hurt you.."

A servant came with a medicine box.

"Hurry and help Yana treat her wound.." Tell Max to get up. "I have to talk to Mom.." Max's voice was filled with anger.

Seeing the threatening situation, Yana immediately got up and pulled Max's hand.

"I'm wrong.. I'm fine Max.. What are you going to do?"

"I'll make a calculation on the person who hurt you?"

Max melts Yana's hand and prepares to step up. But her steps came to a halt because Yana's body was holding her from behind. Yana's hands extended strongly on her stomach and head attached to her back.

"Please stop. You misunderstood. The plate I broke it myself. Your mother tried to help me.." Yana's voice shook. His cheeks were filled with tears.

"Hiks. hicks.."

Max petrifying. Her back felt wet from Yana's tears. That girl doesn't cry easily. If he were to cry, his attitude would have been outrageous.

She grabs Yana's hand and turns to embrace Yana. Yana's body trembled in her arms. His attitude must have frightened Yana.

"Didn't you really hurt me?" Max's voice softened.

Yana nodded in her arms.

"I'm sorry I was wrong. Don't cry anymore.." Max kisses the top of Yana's head. The issue gets louder and Max feels his heart breaking because it has made Yana cry.

Not far from the commotion, Madame Han noticed everything. The little drama with the main cast is Max and Yana. Secretly the corner of her lips lifted into a smile.

Yana has changed Max.

Seriate...