Max turned on the light in the hallway and helped change her shoes. Then he picked her up and carried her in.
It had been a while, and Laura was actually a bit sober.
She looked around and asked dazedly, "Where am I?"
Max replied with a deadpan expression, "You're home."
"Home?"
Laura seemed surprised.
The next second, she realized that it wasn't Nichole who was supporting her. It was a man.
He was so close to her and looked so handsome. His beautiful eyes felt so familiar to Laura.
She looked at him in doubt. Then she reached her hand and pinched his cheek.
Huh? She felt that something was wrong.
She remembered she was drinking. How did she get here?
"What is this place?"
She wondered who this man was because he and Max looked so much alike. How could two people look so much alike?
Laura pulled a long face as soon as she thought of Max.
She squeezed the man's cheek and pinched his upright nose. then she snorted, "You think you can make me believe in you by dressing like Max?"
"And you're telling me this is my home? Bah! Do you really think I don't remember my place? You're such a bad liar. Don't treat me like a fool."
Laura put one hand on her hips and kept knocking on his chest with the other.
She raised her tiny face and looked like a homeboy.
By making that face, she was trying to show that she had seen the world, and Max was such a raw liar compared to her.
Max frowned and wondered where she had learned that.
But this wasn't the proper time to dwell on that question. He pointed at the bathroom and asked, "Are you going to take a shower yourself or do you need my help?"
Laura looked in the direction he was pointing at in a daze.
Then she asked a question that she should never have asked.
"Why do I need a shower?"
Max cracked into evil grins.
The smile was as evil as wild.
He slowly unbuttoned his coat and took off his suit.
Then his lips twitched and he laughed, "Seems you'll need my help."
Laura was taken aback. Before she could react, her whole world was turned upside down. Max had picked her up and walked to the bathroom upstairs.
A minute later, her scream came out of there.
"Arghhhh! Max! You jerk!"
"You just said you didn't know me. You recognize me now?"
"... I'm drowning! Help me!"
With the water splashed, Max pinched her chin and asked, "Look at me. Who am I?"
Laura's eyes were red because she had been choked with water. She looked piteous.
She pouted and said reluctantly, "Max..."
"I'm your man, remember?"
Laura was almost crying.
She nodded obediently, "Yes."
"That's my good girl!"
That night was crazy.
The next morning.
Laura was awakened by the pain all over her body.
She felt every inch of her body was aching. Her neck, arms, waist, and thighs felt like having been run over by a truck.
She frowned and sat up, rubbing her neck.
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