My Little Devil's

Not giving up at all!

It's been 3 hours. The lights of the city are also on sign that the atmosphere will soon seize the moon from the sidelines of the sky and clouds that seem to be excited to guide the happy hue of everyone who is in the nursery Evelyne.

Still with the same humans. They did not release the gaze full of admiration and anxiety on a tiny creature who had not wanted to move from his Daddy's arms.

"Yes god. Why is she so pretty? Absolutely the perfect combination," chapped Madame Meeiner rubbing the red cheeks of the baby girl in Maxwell's arms.

Firm, flexible and careful Maxwell can take good care of his son even from that on-duty Sister he did not let touch the baby again.

Certainly not the origin of carrying. Maxwell's been taking baby care classes for months now because he knew Evelyne wouldn't be able to do it.

"Her eyes went down Evelyne!" maxwell murmured a fixed and loving look at the soft little face and the gray clear eyes that were flashing softly and looked still wanting to be closed.

"But look at his lips! He looks just like you. The master! It's just that Evelyne's air is still attached to him," continued Jirome also swarmed Maxwell who was standing near Evelyne's bed that was still unconscious.

"He's down on his mommy beauty. You didn't choose the wrong companion, son! Aren't we?" mrs Meeiner asked, turning to Mr. Fernandez who had just sat on the sofa, but his eyes were fixed through the blemish of their bodies, looking at the little angel.

"Ouh.. You're so adorable" added Mrs Meeiner because Mr Fernandez just nodded flatly.

Dawson, who did not want to look at the door, was curious. Everyone was amazed and the compliments drew him to walk closer. How beautiful is that view? Her thought.

"Master!" lirih Kaylo followed him from behind. It was fortunate that this nursery room was so large that they could stand in any corner.

"Master! Aren't you interested?"

"Shut up!" dawson's curse on Kaylo who immediately choked just let Dawson stand beside Madam Meeiner until his eyes immediately fixated on seeing the soft red face of a creature that looked very comfortable in Maxwell's stocky arms.

Beautiful and adorable.

That's what he saw. This man's seed was indeed truly beyond doubt even very special. He only opened his eyes once in a while and it did not turn away from Maxwell's handsome face as if he was in love at first sight.

"He is so adorable. Master!" kaylo whispered charmed but Dawson immediately sneered indifferently.

"It's normal!"

"This is amazing. The master! Her eyes were very beautiful and.." Kaylo's words choked when the glance killed Dawson had already strangled his neck.

The silent atmosphere as if Dawson's words just now offended Maxwell who knew Dawson was just jealous of him.

"Currently, don't look at my daughter. You'll only bring bad luck!" maxwell snarled away the tiny baby who was getting smaller when he was in his sling.

"What did you say?" his question does not accept.

"Hm. Because she was so special," Maxwell muttered carefully at the crimson forehead making the enchanting smile of this magical baby bloom melt their hearts all.

Jirome hides each other with Kaylo, who is unaware that they are now hostile.

Seeing that Dawson grew irritated. He chose to sit next to Mr. Fernandez who had not been as excited as they were.

"Just a little baby. Hmh!"

"Don't provoke Maxwell's emotions!" muttered Mr. Fernandez glanced sharply at Dawson who was finally silent. He also knew now Maxwell was in the happiest time to not let a single person touch his child's skin.

Two sisters who had been waiting near Evelyne's bed until they had to ventured to disturb the father of one child's world.

"Master! Little Miss has to drink her mother's Asi. He also needs enough rest and is still very sensitive."

"Hm. I understand!" maxwell muttered flatly but instead approached Evelyne who was still unconscious. He seems so swept up in the influence of drugs.

"What about my wife?"

"Miss is fine. Soon he'll be conscious and try not to be so crowded, this can be.."

"Get out!" drive Maxwell to cut them all first. Those unwilling faces appeared but Maxwell's killing gaze was already domineering.

"You go home. I'll keep my son and wife here!" he added firmly.

"Max! You haven't eaten either and let mommy take care of it. You can clean yourself first" replied Madame Meeiner unwillingly.

"Mom! You should rest too. Bring that old one too!" circus Maxwell looked coldly at Mr. Fernandez who had only disturbed his sight.

As a result, Mrs Meeiner relented. She looked at the little guy and went with Mr. Fernandez who was always a bitch.

If the agile Dawson scoffed then he was a stone creature who could not congratulate a single word.

"I'm leaving!"

"Hm" muttered Maxwell, not caring about Dawson who understood Maxwell's nature until he walked out, but before that he stopped looking small.

"Congratulations! Hope you can share your wife with me!"

"JUSTINGS!!" maxwell's snapping made a loud noise but instead of crying the little guy smiled as if he liked to hear Daddy's voice.

"I'm sorry Daddy, hm? You surprised?" wretched Maxwell but still with the same smile clear eyes full of twinkle of love it was just like asking for it again.

"See, mother and son are both weird!" muttered Dawson just shook his head and passed away with Kaylo.

Now only Jirome and the two sisters are still loyal here.

"Master! I can be here, right? Little miss must like me?"

"Get out!" cold Maxwell and Jirome instantly lethargic. He intended to look at this little guy for longer but unfortunately he had an overprotective father.

"Only 5 minutes. Or let me kiss her!" tawar Jirome raised a hand to touch the padlocked cheek, unfortunately Maxwell's foot immediately stepped on his shoe.

"Aiss.. Just slightly. I beg you, Sir!" iba Jirome prancing because her toes hurt.

"I don't want to know. Sterilize all the facilities at the Villa and you prepare all the items that I have decided!" maxwell made Jirome resigned. He finally left carrying an unwilling feeling.

Looking at Maxwell who was so possessive the two Sisters shook their heads. They turned to Evelyne who seemed to have been willing to consciously proved with her eyelids wrinkling and her forehead frowning.

"Miss!"

"Darling!" call Maxwell warmly sitting next to the bed. He held the little baby with one hand and one hand touched Evelyne's smooth cheek that had begun to move.

"Gum!" he felt stiff in some parts of the body. The gray-neutral petals slowly opened and several times chanted to adjust the light entering the net.

First the shadow is blurred and somewhat black. But, after he focused his gaze, it was Maxwell's handsome face and loving gaze that locked him away.

"Darling! You okay?"

Evelyne silence. At first he wanted to talk but his eyes rolled on the figure of a tiny creature that was wrapped in a bedong stranded comfortably in the stocky arms of his lover.

"I.that's..."

"This is our baby. Beautiful and adorable like you!" praise Maxwell for showing his proud son. But, instead of happy Evelyne actually looked at each other full of hostility with the gray netra.

"Why are his eyes the same as mine? Why are you holding her too?!" cecer Evelyne immediately pulled Maxwell's arm to let go of the hug making the two Sisters beside him astonished and confused.

"Darling! He's our son, of course I'm holding him!"

"Don't stick it up. You see she's so pretty, I don't like it!" argue Evelyne beware. Not without reason he said that, clear ash eyes that looked at him sharply as if to say that Maxwell only belonged to one.

"Evelynes! She's.."

"I won't let you stick like that!!" evelyne growled to pull the bedong but Maxwell immediately held back his hand.

The two sisters were shocked to think Evelyne was suffering from a mental disorder. Though the mother and child almost have the same personality, LIKE MASTER.

"Darling! You promised you wouldn't refuse!" maxwell and Evelyne didn't think about it.

"But you said he wasn't the same as Leen!"

"This is our son. Sweetheart! Not your childhood," worried Maxwell but Evelyne still stared hostilely at the little guy.

As a result his tears immediately broke making Maxwell wave instead of playing. He stood patting gently the thighs of the baby who is now in a dormitory.

"Baby! It's okay, Mommy's just kidding. Honey!"

"Don't call him Sayaang!! I don't like it!!" decah Evelyne almost shouted along with a great shrill cry from her son.

Sisters two sisters were confused to find which one first.

"Don't scream. Evelyne! You surprised her!" frustrated Maxwell tried to stay away but Evelyne was getting more emotional because he knew it was not a disturbed cry but instead mocked him.

"Here!"

"No! If you're still like that I'm home!" threaten Maxwell and Evelyne instantly shut up with frozen sharp eyes.

Between wanting to cry and also not like to make Maxwell who looked at him to the tightness while dying on the spot.

"As far as you go!" evelyne wanted to go down but suddenly he felt a terrible pain in his stomach.

"M..Maax!!"

"What's wrong??" maxwell's panic approached as Evelyne squealed the blanket. The two sisters approached because they knew the dope was up.

"Master! The anesthetic effect is over and now Miss will feel pain because her stomach wound is still wet. Shouldn't move yet!" said one of them pulled the blanket and put Evelyne's nursing clothes on his chest.

Instantly the stitch on the lower abdomen looks painful but very neat and professional. It should have been normal but the pain was indeed a bit more stinging.

"K..Why stomach?" evelyne's shock let Maxwell clasp his hand.

"Miss! Here's your stitches. Because you scream and move without direction earlier you have friction on the wound!"

Evelyne was silent as well feeling stiff in half of her body. Only the hands can be lifted but the stomach feels cramped and painful.

"Call all those doctors here!"

"But.."

They were silent as Maxwell's cold gaze dominated. As a result, both of them decided to rush away while Maxwell turned to focus on Evelyne.

"Hold a minute. Hm?"

"My stomach hurts!" lirih Evelyne directs Maxwell's hand to touch her stomach. Of course Maxwell did not hesitate to massage Evelyne's waist and rubbed the white stomach is not aware if the mother and child have a savage look at each other.

"Look at. I can also make drama," Evelyne's mind grinned and again the little one cried until Maxwell was distracted again.

As if he did not want to be ignored Evelyne also issued his mainstay by whimpering pain. As a result, Maxwell was completely overwhelmed to have to persuade two babies who did not want to share at all.

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