My Little Devil's

Unwilling to give up

The silence was very clear amid the lights of the room . There was not a word broken out of the lips of the two who were sitting on their backs on the edge of the King Size Bed which bore the silent witness of a cold war that exceeded the freezing polar temperatures.

Each of them picked up wounds that continued to bleed but did not make the response on the face change. Evelyne was an adult still with her cold pretty face and so was Maxwell who still had a heartless Asphalt face.

Maxwell who is usually injured like this he is able to reduce the bleeding that occurs. The bed's thick blanket became the object of the filling in her stomach while Evelyne seemed to be silently holding her bleeding shoulder.

"Sad. How good is your voice until you don't say a word?!"

Maki Maxwell. He went to the bathroom leaving Evelyne who he thought would be gone in a while.

Although the wound was not fatal but enough to make the body numb and the head was very dizzy and that is what Maxwell awaited.

He stood in front of the sink and then took off the clot of Blankets and T-shirts relaxed that had been covered in blood on his body.

Athletic sculpting with a field chest and a slender waist fitting it makes Maxwell a mirror Primadona that is showing a wound on the left side of his abdomen.

"He almost hit my body's Vital apparatus."

Maxwell's mind saw clearly this puncture wound included in the. This shows that Evelyne is not the new woman holding the knife. He knows where the Vital point is 3 fingers away from the heart area.

How could Evelyne have turned that big? Is this real?

Maxwell always wondered even he spent his time digesting this impossible. Obviously unacceptable to human reason even he himself is difficult to wake up if this is just a fantasy.

"I need something more accurate" Maxwell murmured to clean the wound on his stomach with water and then turned back out of the bathroom.

When he was in front of the door staring at the bed that no longer accommodates the sexy figure.

"Where is he?!"

Maxwell's mind squinted. The room lights are bright enough to see drops of blood on the floor surface leading to the Balcony area.

Maxwell walked down the droplet with one hand holding his stomach. From here he saw the fluttering of the curtains of the room that seemed to be stroked by a fairly smooth wind.

Maxwell's sharp eyes caught a woman who appeared to be standing near the Balcony fence still with a plain body left exposed to the wind.

Suddenly Maxwell was surprised to immediately crumble between the curtains and pull the smooth arm roughly back inside.

"You.."

His hands were in a rough jolt until Maxwell slammed the Balcony Door and turned off the lights so no one could see.

"YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE A BIG DEAL FOR ME!!!"

Maxwell snapped his sharpest sarcophagus at Evelyne, who looked silent as if he could not speak.

This gray Netra still looked at him full of intimidation and a hostile gaze shamelessly displayed the beautiful Visuals from his body.

Maxwell did not think it through. Why is there such a weird and brave woman on him?!

"You're human?" hiss Maxwell was still with unfriendly intonation. He still survives one point of this ash and does not want to roll anywhere.

Yet. Unlike what Maxwell thought was a wound on Evelyne's shoulder that he thought made this woman die in place instantly turned out like a normal wound.

"You.."

Maxwell had no time to comment suddenly Evelyne directly swung his hot fist towards the handsome face.

One hand Maxwell swiftly held it and then violently lunged at the sexy waist of this woman until it hit the wall behind her.

"Shit!"

Maxwell's mind averted when this front seemed so to make his blood boil.For a moment Maxwell took a deep breath still with the cold enveloping this room.

"I don't care who you are but don't ever dream of coming into my life" pressed Maxwell and went to the bed to open the desk drawer. He took the medicine box that he brought to the sofa area not caring about Evelyne who just looked at every activity.

That alertness still seemed thick around Evelyne who felt like Maxwell was a threat to him.

"You got 10 minutes! Think about your life,"

Said Maxwell cleaning his wound with alcohol and took a needle that is always prepared because he likes to do anything himself.

Evelyne stared coldly at Maxwell who was sewing his own wounds without Anasthesi. There was no pain at all when clearly it was not an ordinary thing.

Drett..

Maxwell's phone turned on making Evelyne instantly change back to attack mode. He stared wildly at all places even looking for where the source of the sound was.

Maxwell who was aware of Evelyne's discomfort only glanced silently from the tail of his eyes if the woman was very unfamiliar with the atmosphere of the room and seemed to not understand with a flat object that was burning on the glass shale earlier scattered on the bed.

"He doesn't know my phone?"

Maxwell's mind is still searching for answers. He deliberately extended the ringing sound until Evelyne finally looked cold sweat throwing all the items nearby including the collection of Maxwell Watches that he threw like a roll of yarn on the floor become the emotional container of these two humans.

"I.that's..."

His breath changed to hunting. He looks emotional as well as angry with the voice of the phone that seemed to give a threat signal from his brain.

When the clumsy hand was already holding the ceramic decoration on the pointy table ready to be thrown at him. Maxwell stood up to grasp the scissors he had used to cut the gauze.

"You want to die?" maxwell asked flatly and seriously. There was no hint of a joke at all as if he was really going to do it.

The fearless Evelyne straightened out his intention to kill Maxwell and so did Maxwell who was already unconcerned about what happened to this woman's pepper.

The scissors he threw right towards Evelyne's chest that immediately dodged as well as Maxwell who had accurate eye acuity.

In a hot atmosphere of emotion the two are equally unwilling to budge. Evelyne who was like a fidelity and the impatient Maxwell made a great commotion until it sounded out of the room.

"Why is there such a noise in Master's room?" muttered the servants who had been here for a long time because they heard gunshots from there.

But. No one dared to come close because Maxwell was so unpredictable. It could be that the man is practicing shooting in his room and do not let their heads bet.

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