But no matter how awkward he was, he had to be responsible for what he did.
Max sighed.
"Last night, I was really drunk. I apologize to you for offending you. But now that it's happened, why don't we just make do with being together?"
Laura's eyes widened.
She couldn't believe he had the nerve to even say something like that.
"Be together? Fuck you for being together!"
She was furious, kicked Max off the bed again, and snarled, "I wouldn't be with you if every fucking man in the world was dead. Make do? Just make do on your own!"
After that, she ignored him and jumped out of bed, wrapped in her blanket, and headed for the bathroom in a fury.
Soon there was the sound of water rushing in the bathroom.
Max grimaced as he stood up and covered his knee, which was sore from the kick. He looked in the direction of the bathroom and his eyes darkened slightly.
Laura quickly finished her shower.
She came out with only a bath towel wrapped around her, and the marks of last night's madness were still visible on her pale shoulders under her long, loose hair.
She bent down to pick up the clothes that had been torn on the floor and looked at them while her face went slightly ugly.
Then her eyes fell on the white shirt that Max had thrown on the sofa not far away.
Although she was a little disgusted, she had no extra choice at this time. So she walked over, picked the white shirt up, and headed for the bathroom.
Max opened his mouth to say something, but didn't have time to say it.
The bathroom door was slammed shut. When Laura came out again about a minute later, she had changed into his shirt.
Laura was slim and skinny, standing only 5'3". In his clothes, a 6'1" man's, the shirt was reaching her knees.
Max's Adam's apple moved up and down and he gulped.
"Well ..."
"I'm warning you, you must not say anything about what happened between us. Not even a word!"
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Laura.
Laura glared at him fiercely. After warning him, she picked up her bag and headed out the door.
Max's face darkened.
"Where are you going?"
"It's none of your business!"
The door slammed shut again!
Instantly, the room fell silent.
Max stood there and stared at the slammed door for a moment before smiling bitterly to himself.
At that moment, on the other side.
Natalia and Archie had already boarded their plane to Othua.
Natalia had mixed feelings about returning to that familiar place after four years away.
At that time, she thought that she might never return here for the rest of her life after she left.
What she didn't expect was that just four years later ...
Four years had changed everything.
Luke was dead and Curtis was in charge. And who would be in charge of Mr. K's death?
When she thought of all the favors Mr. K had done for her in the past, Natalia felt heavy, as if a stone had been pressed into her chest and she couldn't breathe.
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