My Little Devil's

Don't know the consequences

The sun up there is quite hot because it began to enter Summer in the City of Brusell. The four-season area is indeed often experiencing weather displacement that has been considered commonplace by the surrounding community.

In winter, the temperature completely freezes. But, if entering Summer then the tempestuous air is inevitable.

If the weather is like almost the same as the one that hit Evelyne. His chest was still not satisfied before actually retaliating on what Dawson had just done.

"Look at. Wait for me to know where you are," Evelyne growled to ************* Maxwell's burly arm that he has not yet released in this Car.

Jirome who was driving was just silent with Maxwell listening to the swearing that Evelyne hurled from leaving the European Resto area.

"And you too! Why don't you punch that fucking face. Ha??" glanced at Maxwell to judge.

Maxwell answered. He was leaning on a chair with one hand playing his phone ignored Evelyne who immediately grabbed Maxwell's Mobile.

"You.."

"Don't ignore me!" evelyne growled at the thought of throwing the phone out the window.

Suddenly Jirome was stunned but Maxwell who had changed the phone for the same reason could only stare flat Evelyne.

"Jawab my question!" hiss Evelyne still clasped Maxwell's arm on her thigh.

"Which one?"

"Why didn't you kill him? If you're afraid just leave it to me. Give me the place and where he is.."

Evelyne's words stopped when Maxwell flicked his forehead. Suddenly Evelyne grimaced to hold her forehead with an unaccepted look.

"You.."

"Too much to say" muttered Maxwell pulling his arm from Evelyne's thigh and sighing with a glance thrown out the Car window.

From the expressionless face of Handsome Maxwell there is little understanding that Evelyne takes.

"You scared?"

Maxwell remained silent. This further made the curious soul Evelyne rebelled by immediately shifting her seat until flanking Maxwell's waist tight.

"Tell me! She who?"

"Back to your place" Maxwell murmured uncomfortably because it was too close. Moreover, Evelyne was so presumptuous to touch her original body parts without knowing the consequences.

Seeing Maxwell pushing his shoulders, Evelyne really did not accept until with the action of the installment sprang up to the thigh of Maxwell who growled because Evelyne insinuated his precious heirloom with a rough.

"You.."

It was so painful that Maxwell's ears and neck crimped Evelyne's shoulders, and he was feeling no guilt at all.

"You why?"

"T..down!" furious Maxwell encourages Evelyne to get back into place but again this stubborn woman of stupidity even more plays trampoline on her thighs.

"You.."

"Tell me, I'm coming down!" answer Evelyne still with the same Mode. He thought his weight and this beautiful portion could not keep Maxwell within the threshold of his patience.

"Down!!"

"Tell me and.."

Evelyne's words were choked when Maxwell immediately twisted his stomach tightly so that Evelyne stopped moving. Maxwell's breathing began to feel heavy leaning his chin to Evelyne's shoulder which suddenly just silently felt something stuck down there.

He hesitated to ask because Maxwell's entanglement to his stomach felt very warm and this man's backrest was too suspicious.

"A.. You're.."

"Shut up!" maxwell muttered in a low voice almost inaudible. He closed his eyes hiding a handsome Visual of the fibers of that desire into Evelyne's hair that was pecking in place.

"You sick?"

Evelyne asked karma as the breath trembled. He wanted to turn around to see if Maxwell was okay but this hug was tight.

"Why is he like this? What's wrong with sitting on it?"

"Don't think dirty!" hoarse Maxwell knows Evelyne's head. He has not changed his position because it feels more comfortable and not too painful.

"What am I really thinking?" cynical Evelyne glanced at Maxwell from the tail of her eyes.

For a moment Maxwell was silent and so was Evelyne who let Maxwell hug him with his shoulders back. Evelyne's eyes were thrown out the Car window to see if there was a Billboard Board near the Road showing luxury Cars with a rather familiar shape.

Evelyne to sharpen his vision when it had passed the area until he remembered the Cars were the design of the Maxwell Company that day he saw.

"He's very talented,"

Evelyne's inner praises Maxwell. Slowly one hand raised a little awkwardly touching Maxwell's hair. His fingers hesitated slightly rubbing this head of arrogance until Maxwell moved increasingly tightened his embrace to Evelyne's body with a face too comfortable hiding in between the fine hair of this woman.

The breath is pretty stable. Is he asleep?

Thought Evelyne was undoing her intention to go down. He let Maxwell sleep with his hands still rubbing Maxwell's head which was taking care of him. This man's hair is so soft as a baby's mane.

Does Leen like to stroke her head? It turns out to be this soft.

Sinis Evelyne, though he was self-indulgent. Only his ego was too high to admit Leen in his childhood.

Evelyne's calm treatment just this time was caught by Jirome's eyes. He stole a look at the Tom and Jerry couple to clarify what this dream or just a mirage.

"Do you need to move to the back?"

Jirome flinched when Evelyne found out with her action just now. Jirome's face pretended not to do anything..

"You mean?"

"Who was that?" evelyne didn't want to answer Jirome's question.

"You don't need to know."

"I need to know who the enemy is. That way I can protect him," he replied straightforwardly had made Jurome stunned by the quiet streets ahead.

Evelyne's words just now were so full of promise and courage.

"And the woman who became his wife. How come he's so strong he doesn't want to divorce Maxwell.."

"That's because.."

"Besides him is indeed handsome," Evelyne cut off with an expression of his annoyance. It's annoying to admit that right but it's a good thing Maxwell is sleeping.

"Not really. Only a quarter," he added evasively.

Hearing that Jirome sighed as she turned the wheel to a turn on the road to the Company.

"Master was just forced to marry."

"Why would he want to? Does he like women.."

"The Great Madam's precious items are still on behalf of the old man. Especially their old residence, you certainly know Master loves his mother very much. Taking care of the House Letter was not as easy as turning the palm of the hand," explained Jirome holding a temper tantrum with this incident.

"What by getting the letter he can be happy about?"

"Master could have taken it by force. But, the man never told me where the letter was and until he was about to die he never opened his voice."

Jirome's explanation just now sounded quite complicated. Maxwell's members this much and his power is no joke either. But, he also did not find that precious thing where.

"The death of the Great Mistress devastated Sir greatly. Just hearing the story I always thought of killing that Old Bangka."

"He did what?" ask Evelyne to fix Maxwell's head position that does not want to move from the niche of his neck.

"She's having an affair with another woman," furious Jirome to the point of squeezing the Steering in her grip.

Evelyne was silent. If so then tonight he can go investigate where it is. He was sure in Photos that day he could look for clues.

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