Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet novel Chapter 617

Chapter 617 Let's Talk Tomorrow

However, she had every way to be hesitant.

She had been through a lot of pain. And now the fall of her family, the sorrows of her past were exposed to him and the whole wide world,

without reserve.

If she really loved him with all her heart, would she be rewarded and loved as she deserved?

Max was disappointed by her hesitation. He reached out his hand to touch her eyes gently.

"Don't look at me like that. Laura, it will break my heart."

On that silent night, his voice sounded low and hoarse, with a hint of despair.

It was the first time she had heard his voice like this.

He was vigorous and confident before. Now, however, he held her tight and sighed like a traveler on a long journey.

Laura's eyes unaccountably misted over.

She struggled a little in his arms and Max let her go.

She took a step back and didn't dare to look at him, but lowered her head and forced a smile.

"Now it's not a good time. I'm tired. Let's talk tomorrow."

Then she walked away from him.

Seeing this, Max frowned and tried to say something.

But somehow he took back the words rushed to his lips.

He said, standing up and looking at her, "it's late, stay here tonight. If you want to go back, I'll drive you home tomorrow."

There was a long pause before she agreed to his suggestion.

She stayed in the guest room upstairs that night.

After taking a shower, she lay in bed and stared at the starry sky, distraught.

A shrill and unkind voice sounded in her ears again.

She wondered if she did the right thing.

But she was so tired that she did not want to experience the pain once again.

She knew that Max seemed to be a playboy on the outside, but deep down he really respected his mother.

If she said yes, would it be painful for him to make a choice in the future?

And she had no confidence that he would choose her over his mother.

She knew she shouldn't feel that way.

And she should have faith in him.

However, fear enveloped her.

She dared not take a risk. She admitted that she was a coward.

She refused to move out of her comfort zone,

even if she would be upset or even if he would leave her one day.

Her pride was like a vine that twisted around her heart, which made it hard for her to break free.

She didn't know how she fell asleep that night.

All she remembered was she had a dream.

In her dream, the dark days were gone.

And her birth father was alive.

She lived happily with her parents. Her father was still Chad Nixon's right-hand man.

Her mother was sitting at the window and tied her a bow skillfully.

However, she was no longer that little girl.