Don't Try to Escape, My Wife! novel Chapter 687

Just as Maia was still thinking about what to do, Tim had already been fast asleep.

Hearing his steady breathing, Maia gave a sigh.

Taking a deep breath, she had no choice but to help him rise and take off his dirty clothes.

Maia tried her best not to look at Tim's body, but she still saw his powerful muscles.

She didn't expect that he would be so strong since he didn't seem so when he was clothed.

Maia blushed when she realized what she was thinking. Fortunately, Tim was asleep, otherwise she must have been pretty embarrassed.

She then threw Tim in bed and cleaned up the vomit on his body with a hot towel, during which she felt her face burning.

She had never done this for a man before.

When she finished that, Maia was exhausted. She could feel that her back was wet. Her clothes were soaked with sweat. But she didn't notice that until this moment.

Maia looked at Tim who was dead to the world, and found that he was actually quite handsome in the light.

She then shook her head vigorously.

'What are you thinking? '

'This man only cares about Lady Bush.'

Maia cleared her head quickly and went to the bathroom to wash Tim's clothes.

It was already three o'clock in the morning when she finally got it done.

She then tidied up the room and went back to hers.

'I'm worn out!'

She fell asleep as soon as she threw herself onto the bed.

When Tim woke up the next morning, he couldn't find his clothes. He went out onto the balcony, and saw his suit drifting in the wind, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Tim clearly knew who did that.

It was Maia. She had hand-washed his suit.

He knew well that she did that with good intentions, but the material of his suit could not be washed by hand!

Although the suit had not been torn, he would rather not to wear it.

Tim took a few deep breaths and told himself that Maia didn't do that on purpose. She did that with good intentions instead.

When he turned around, he saw some pills for hangover and a bottle of hot water on the table. It should be Maia who had prepared them for him.

Tim remembered that he drank a lot yesterday and didn't come back until after midnight. But he couldn't think of what had happened after he came back to his room.

He ran quickly to the bathroom and found that it was clean and tidy. He also didn't smell alcohol on himself.

'It should be Maia,' Tim thought.

He then called the front desk and asked the staff there to buy two sets of clothes for him. After that, he went to take a shower in the bathroom.

Tim was clear that nothing had happened between Maia and him, otherwise he should have felt it. After all, he was not that stupid.

But it suddenly came to him that it seemed not bad to have Maia as his secretary. At least, she could help him so that he wouldn't find himself in an awkward position when he got drunk.

After the shower, Tim took the pills with some hot water. He felt warm in his stomach.

The last time he felt this way was when he was still a child and staying with his mom.

It had been a very long time since that.

Thinking of his mom, Tim called the sanatorium at once.

"How's my mom doing?"

"Mrs. Louis is doing good. But she's been sleeping much and eating less recently. We've always been paying attention to her, so don't worry, Mr. Tim."

Tim felt relieved at the nurse's words. He told her to take good care of his mom before he hung up.

Just at this moment, the doorbell rang.

Tim went to answer the door in his pajamas.

He saw Maia standing outside of the door with the breakfast that she bought. She smiled at him and said, "You're up. I bought some millet congee for you. Since you drank too much yesterday, it's better for you to have some wholegrain for breakfast. It's good for your stomach."

Tim looked at Maia, who just came back from outside. He could see sweats and a warm smile on her face. For a moment, he felt warm inside.

He leaned against the wall and said for the first time, "You remind me of my mom."

Maia's lips twitched.

"Am I that old?"

"My mom is not old. She is quite pretty."

Tim suddenly felt a desire to talk to her.

Perhaps it was because Maia was so warm at this moment, or, maybe it was the sunshine. It might also because he had been alone for too long, so he just wanted to talk to somebody.

"Come in. Let me show you my mom's pictures."

Grabbing her hand, Tim pulled Maia into his room and asked her to sit down on his bed.

He unlocked his phone and showed Maia his mom's pictures one by one.

"See, I didn't lie to you, did I? If I didn't tell you just now, can you imagine her having a son at my age?"

Tim said proudly.

But Maia found that these pictures had something in common.

She looked at Tim and asked cautiously, "Is your mom sick? It seems that all these pictures have been taken in hospital."

Tim's face darkened at once.

After thinking for a few seconds, he whispered, "My mother has been in the sanatorium for almost twenty years."

"What's the matter with her?"

"Mental problems."

Talking about that, Tim felt like having a drink again.

Maia noticed that he didn't want to continue this topic, so she brought the congee to him and said, "Have some congee first please, so that you won't have a stomachache."

Tim was stunned for a moment.

Other women usually wanted to know about him because this was the only way that they could get close to him. But Maia was different. She changed the topic instead.

Tim felt somewhat relaxed suddenly.

"You're not bad. No wonder Nicole thinks so highly of you. I wonder who will be lucky enough to marry you in the future."