Secret Crush novel Chapter 22

Though the pace of Max was not fast, he took great stride with each step. With the high-heeled shoes, Leila had to trot to keep up with him. But the high-heeled shoes were very thin, so it was easy to sprain when she ran. And the sprain really happened on her.

Leila screamed and suddenly fell down about one meter away from the car. Her hand knocked to the ground, and it was cut by a stone. The pain passed from her fingertips to her heart, making her frown. Hearing the noise while getting on the car, Max looked back at her. A strange expression appeared in his cold eyes. He turned around, picked her up sideways, and threw her into the car, regardless of her surprised gaze.

Leila felt his anger again. It was very mysterious. She didn't know what she said made him angry. After getting along with him these days, she came to a conclusion that it was better not to say anything when he was angry. Therefore, along the way, she really shut her mouth. Even the tingling sensation from her hands and feet didn't make her groan at all, but only her lips bit tightly shew her feeling.

Out of the corner of his eye, her face turned pale. Max suppressed the inexplicable emotions in his heart and drove at the fastest speed, with a nice, clean shake. When the car turned, the little woman by his side leaned against him, and then she quickly got up. Because of the strange feelings, Max kept being in a bad mood. He drove to the apartment. Leila glanced at it and swallowed her words. She didn't want him to remind her again that her work was to please him.

She had a sprained ankle, and every step she took was painful. She tried her best to bear the pain and followed his steps into the apartment. The maid took a look at her with a weird expression and saw that the way she walked was a little different. The maid sensed her injury and was about to help her, but she heard a cold voice, "She has feet."

Max had discovered her injured foot, yet he chose to ignore it coldly, just because he didn't want things to get out of his control. For the woman in front of him, he always had a strange feeling that was hard to explain, but he wouldn't allow anything to happen unless it was within his control, including feelings.

Leila knew that he was cold and indifferent, but when she heard this, her heart ached involuntarily. With a self mocking smile at the corner of her mouth, she endured the pain and walked to the sofa to sit down.

The injured part was red and swollen, which looked a little shocking against her fair and smooth skin. Even a little touch on it would make her painful, but there was a severer pain in her heart. Since when did she have a strange feeling for the man by her side? On second thought, maybe it was his inadvertent tenderness, or his domineering of all the time, she closed her mind and regained her calmness. It was true that she only needed to stay by his side until she regained the shares of the Song Group, or perhaps earlier, when he was tired of her.

She glanced at the maid beside her and asked in a low voice, "Is there a plaster or something at home?"

The maid stood still and didn't dare to say a word. Leila didn't want to make trouble for the maid any longer, after all, the decision-maker in this house was Max.

The only thing she could do was to tolerate the pain. She sat on the sofa with her head down. Out of the corner of her eye, the man by her side picked up a newspaper. He was reading it leisurely. He didn’t seem to care about her state at all. He had told her clearly that they were just using each other. He pursued her body and what she wanted was his power. In this way, they could get what they wanted. Yet in this case she couldn’t help but pause and say in a low voice, "can I go upstairs first?"

Self-esteem was something that she has already abandoned at the moment she agreed to be his woman. At this time, she could only humble herself, so that maybe he would let her go if he felt better.

In fact, Max's sight fell on the newspaper, but he couldn't read it at all. The words of the little woman next to him fell to his ears again, which aroused the hidden emotions in his heart. He put the newspaper down, and picked her up regardless of her gaze. He lightly went upstairs, put her on the bed, and looked at her watchful sight. Then the light in his eyes darkened.

Was he only thinking about that thing in her heart?

Pressing down on his unhappy mood, Max took out a box of ointment from a drawer and gently applied the ointment on her ankle.

With her eyes wide open, Leila stared at the man in front of her in disbelief. The way he knelt on one knee was tempting. The cool touch on her ankle brought her back to her senses. It was undeniable that her heart, which had just been cut bloody by him, was miraculously healing at the moment, and there was even a hint of sweetness being mixed.

After a long time, she said softly, "What are you doing?"

After saying that, Leila wanted to slap herself on the face for it seemed that she asked for more trouble.

Strangely, Max did not taunt her. Instead, he gently applied medicine on her ankle and said casually, "Apply some medicine."

Max's words were brief and to the point, which became pleasing at this moment. Leila's joy was evident in her eyes. She even wanted to jump her legs in joy. She tried to suppress her emotions and her smile was sweet.

"Give me your hand."

A cold voice interrupted her thoughts. Leila sat there in a daze for a long time. When Max was about to frown, she quickly stretched out her hand in front of him, which was scratched by a stone. The blood had already dried up. He looked at it with a deep gaze.