Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet novel Chapter 564

Chapter 564 Not Spicy at All

Without suspicion, Laura took the clothes. At the thought that Jim was Max's trusted assistant, she put on a friendly look and said, "Thank you for going through all the trouble. Please come in and have some water."

Jim waved and said, "No, thanks, Miss Davies. I have somewhere else to go. Please excuse me."

He started to head for the elevator as he spoke.

Seeing this, Laura didn't try to persuade him to stay. She watched Jim enter the elevator before closing the door.

Max soon came out of the bathroom. He had nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, so his strong abs and long legs were exposed. His hair was wet. Drops of water slid down his nice V-line, making him look hot and alluring.

Seeing Laura standing by the door holding a stack of clothes, he asked, "Jim's been here?"

That gave Laura a turn. She spun around. Her pupils froze for a second.

"Holy cow! How could he be so gorgeous?" she exclaimed in her head.

Although she had slept with Max once, she only had a fuzzy memory of Max's figure. After all, Max was drugged at that time. He almost sapped all her energy that night. How could she memorize anything else about that night?

Right now, Max's upper body was fully exposed. He was definitely hunky and muscle-bound. Behind his disarranged wet hair, a pair of deep, twinkling eyes could be seen. His thin lips had become cherry-colored. He now looked just like a gorgeous prince coming out of a bath. Any woman would want to throw themselves at him if they saw this.

Laura swallowed without realizing it. She forced herself to tear her eyes away from Max. But then, she saw the towel he was wearing. Her beautiful pupils stopped moving, and her slender brows furrowed. "Didn't I tell you not to use my towel? Why did you use it anyway?"

With an innocent look on his face, Max spread his hands and said, "I don't like the fabric of the new ones."

"Nonsense! The towels are the same!"

"Are they? They don't look the same."

Laura felt like flying off the handle. She was obsessive with cleanness, so she never shared her articles of everyday use with others, let alone things like towels that were directly in contact with her private parts.

But Max not only took a shower in her bathroom without her permission but also used her towel!

She was outraged.

Max turned a blind eye to Laura's glare. He took over the clothes and turned around. Seeing that Laura was still standing there, he arched one eyebrow and said, "I'm gonna change. Are you sure you don't wanna back off?"

"Back off to where? This is my apartment!" Laura shouted in her head.

She really wished she could bite him to vent her anger. But when Max yanked the towel off with a wicked smile on his face, she instantly whipped around and stumped her way out of the bathroom.

She wouldn't argue with this shameless man!

The door was slammed shut. Laura stood in the doorway for moments, feeling that her stomach began to ache. It was not until then that she realized she hadn't had anything to eat since this morning.

She looked the time. It was already 7 pm, too late to order takeout. Resigned, she inhaled deeply and headed for the kitchen.

Laura was a good cook. But when she didn't have company, she just made noodles. It was nutritious and easy to make.

Just as she started to boil the water, Max appeared by the kitchen door. Seeing her busy in the kitchen, he asked with interest, "You're cooking?"

Laura snorted, not answering his question.

Max didn't mind that. He entered the kitchen and walked around. Then, not feeling abashed or anything, he told Laura, "Don't forget to cook for two."

"Why would I?"

Laura couldn't stand this anymore.

Max looked at her with composure. Smiling faintly, he said, "I remember Maria just handed in the assessment report. The performance is not ideal. Though I'm not the one running Star Entertainment, I am, after all, a board member of Annie International. Now that Star Entertainment is attached to Annie International and the competition in the agent industry is so fierce, I think..."

"Mr. Nixon, do you want some eggs?"

Laura's attitude changed drastically. She blinked charmingly as a bright smile spread across her face.

Max nodded with gratification. With some reluctance, he said, "Do as you like. You can't possibly cook anything fancy. I think I'll have to lower my standard for you."