The Rhyme of the Depositary

020 - SEASON 2

Rachel came home in the middle of the night. He is driven by Avery's driver to Maxen's mansion. Rachel's mind was still a little muddled after she heard Harry's explanation. There were many questions that bothered him about who the Millian family really was. What secrets they have hidden. And what they've been doing all this time behind the scenes.

As Rachel entered the front room, she heard Alena's voice talking seriously to Maxen. Rachel walked over. She was quite surprised to find her mother-in-law coming this late. That feeling before he left for Alena's party still hasn't arrived here. Could it be that he had deliberately come night-time? Wh-wh-what for?

"Hi, Rachel. I heard you just went to your friend's wedding." Sapa Alena rushed over to the son-in-law and gave a warm hug.

Rachel froze a little. For some reason, Harry's explanation of the Millian family made him even more vigilant. Alena became an unspeakable person.

Alena frowned, feeling Rachel's response was a little unnatural. She looked at Rachel's face with a worried look.

"You okay, honey?"

Rachel blinked her eyes. He smiled stiffly and nodded weakly.

"I'm just a little tired. Sorry Mom, I think I should get some rest." Pamit Rachel's in a hurry. He left them without turning his head again and immediately walked down the stairs towards the room.

Both Maxen and Alexa looked at each other in wonder. Maxen's instinct says something's wrong with his wife. Both of her eyes narrowed to form a tsabit moon, trying to guess Rachel's change in attitude.

"Are you sure he's okay?" ask Alena skeptically.

Maxen shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright, Mom go home first. Persuade Rachel and make her attitude improve again. We need that woman, Maxen."

Alena breathed heavily. The problem is getting more complicated now. He hoped everything would be okay.

"You don't have to worry, Mom. Come back home and let my driver take you. It's too late to go home alone." Maxen bargained sincerely.

Alena gave a small nod, receiving the kindness of her son. He left Maxen's residence with a mind hovering.

After Alena returns, Maxen follows Rachel into the room. The woman had already changed into a cotton pajama patterned winnie the pooh and curled under the blanket with her eyes closed. His breathing is irregular, indicating he has not fully slept.

"Rachel, are you okay?" asked Maxen to take a seat on the side of the bed.

Rachel opened her eyes, feeling no surprise at all at Maxen's presence. That guy is crazy for control. Although he locked the room, if Maxen still wanted to enter, the key no longer had a function.

"Yes," he answered flatly.

"You're acting a little different."

Rachel lifted her body to sit down and looked at the man beside her with a look of unsettling. Maxen's cold and cruel eyes further raised his suspicions. Who is this real man?

If what Harry said was the truth, it means Maxen must be complicated enough to match. From the beginning the man had managed to withdraw his guard. Unexpectedly the special reaction of this dominant man was a hint of something even greater.

"Maxen," called Rachel with quivering lips. He sounded extremely cautious, as if afraid to offend Maxen by accident.

"Yes? Any issues?"

Rachel was down inside. He toyed with his fingers with a depressed face.

"I want a divorce."

Like the sound of a hammer jolting loudly on the surface of the table. His eyes bounced all over space. Carrying a great destructive power.

Maxen's eyes darkened. His two hands clutched tightly, revealing the powerful muscles he hid.

There was a strong and fast-moving anger in the corner of the heart. An anger that made him act immediately. Quickly, the man grabbed Rachel's nape, pulled her face up and kissed her lips blindly.

Initially Maxen's touch is dominated by anger. Just the roughness he gave. However, slowly his movements became more gentle and soulful.

Rachel tried to avoid. He made a barrier between them. His head was moving indeterminately trying to stay away from the dominance that this man was doing.

However, the power of women can never be compared to men. No matter how much energy Rachel expends is not enough to hold Maxen's will.

Both of Maxen's arms he used to hold Rachel's hand. Rachel's body is imprisoned in Maxen's confinement. All the fights he took. Makes Rachel unwilling to accept this kiss.

After Maxen realizes that the woman in his arms is getting weaker, he explores the corner of Rachel's mouth even deeper. He passed every molar of Avery and twisted his tongue expertly.

Maxen is obviously very experienced. The movement is like a natural dance that demands to get a similar response. She persuaded, teased, and asked so Rachel subconsciously enjoyed this kiss.

After a while had passed, Maxen stopped his actions and observed Rachel's face filled with confusion.

This woman is beautiful. His round eyes highlighted the wordless plea for him to master in full. Her swollen lips seemed to ask to be branded again. Her eyes danced, like a goddess wanting to tease her.

"Don't tell me about divorce anymore. If I heard you say it, I wouldn't just kiss you. I'll do more. Back then, the only thing you could do was accept me completely."

Maxen removed some of Rachel's blonde hair and hooked it behind her ear. His lips he pulled formed a triumphant smile. He stood up and immediately left. Leaving Rachel sitting in total confusion.

Rachel's room was quiet again. Rachel's hand touched the end of her swollen lips. With a still irregular heartbeat, he lay back down and closed his eyes.

Maxen's kiss was still clear. There was secretly a sweet taste left of the man. Something he started about desperately.

In another room, Maxen entered the room and headed straight for the modern bathroom. She took off all the clothes that were attached to her body, turned the shower around, and flushed herself with cold water.

Fucking Rachel.

The woman awakens the side of her long-buried self. A possessive attitude began to grip his heart with full force. His emotions were always unstable whenever he got close to the woman.

What's the matter?

Why do women who were originally just a tool to achieve goals now become complicated? So that there is only a feeling of overflowing to master and claim Rachel in full.

Rachel's shadow when willing to step down under her and become hers really made her heart soar high.

Maxen banged his eel against the bathroom wall with a regular tempo. Right now, something is wrong. He walked wrong and he let it go wrong. Something to do with the heart. If this is not addressed, it will definitely bring Maxen's life to another hassle.

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nyicil a little first, later God willing if there are no more obstacles to fill your Sunday night.❤❤