Max could no longer stand still. Every now and then, his body was pulled forward, making the woman in front of him getting desperate. "Okay! I will trace the pattern,” Gabriella exclaimed, finally giving in. "Are you satisfied?" "Almost," the faintly smiling man answered. A second later, he helped his wife back up and straightened her clothes. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Once again, the husband and wife's attention became distracted. "Mr. Roberto has arrived, Sir," a woman called from behind the door. Unexpectedly, the CEO's expression turned warm. "Finally, he came." Without wasting time, Max sat Gabriella down on a chair at the side of the table. Then, he placed the pattern papers in front of her. "Be a good girl! Don't let my partner get distracted because of you!” Ignoring Gabriella's narrowed eyes, Max headed to the door. "Come in!" With the access card that Amber had snatched, the CEO'

"I'm sorry," Max said, looking his wife in the eye. "I am indeed guilty. I shouldn't have left you with that bastard in my room." Gabriella's lips trembled violently against the arid air in her lungs. The husband's apology had lifted a little burden in her heart. But, it didn't change the facts about Roberto's treatment towards her. "He touched me, Max. He has taken advantage of me,” Gabriella said in a thin and low voice. The furrow of her brows slowly carved more wounds in Max's heart, forcing the man to bow in regret. "Forgive me. I promise I won't let that man come to you again." "It's all your fault, Max. Your fault," the woman sighed, hitting her husband's chest since she didn't know how to handle the anger. Realizing that his wife was very fragile, Max finally embraced her gently. His lips kept saying sorry, while his hands continued to caress the trembling back. For Gabriella, the husband's attitude was just a charade to calm t

"By the way, who is that?" Cherry whispered as her eyes caught Gabriella's back. The woman who was originally contemplating suddenly held her breath, worried if her behavior was suspicious. "She is not important. Don't mind her," Max answered lightly. In an instant, Gabriella's lips pursed and her brows furrowed. "There's no need to emphasize it. I already know. That man never really thinks of me as someone important,” she thought angrily. “Well then, I can ask her for help,” Cherry muttered before lifting her neck and calling out. "Miss, come here for a moment." Gabriella's reverie was suddenly broken. With round eyes and high arched eyebrows, she looked back. Hand waves of the beautiful lady suddenly invited her to get up from the chair. "Why does she call me?" she thought curiously. "Yes, Miss?" Cherry handed her a bag containing a wooden box. “I bought a set of these teapots for Max. Please prepare it along with the

At five in the afternoon, Max finally returned to the room. With a sour look and a wheezing breath, he stared at the door that separated him from his wife. "Has she finished the task or has she run off with another man?" the man guessed as he had been blinded by jealousy. Roughly, he opened the door. A second later, his eyes widened. There was only a sheet of paper on the table and a small bag at its corner. The roar of the man's breath automatically grew wilder. "She dared to disobey my orders?" Wasting no time, Max sped into the next room. "If she's really there, don't expect me to apologize." Suddenly, Sebastian came out of the room carrying a bag. When he saw the CEO, his eyebrows arched high. "What's the matter, Max? Is there something urgent we need to discuss?” the secretary asked with a flat blink. "Are you going home already?" the man inquired with the suspicious furrowed brow. "Yes, my work is done. Wh

All the way to the airport, Max couldn't stop observing his wife. Gabriella looked cheerful, very different from usual. "What happened in that room? Why did she suddenly forget her sadness while her eyes are still swollen?" the man thought, pretending to focus on his tablet. Arriving on the plane, something more surprising came. The woman suddenly grabbed Max's hand as the plane was about to take off. "What are you doing?" the man whispered, unable to hide his astonishment any longer. "Doesn't this make you comfortable?" Gabriella said with adorable round eyes. The husband could not even blink at her. After one breath, Max put his palm on his wife's forehead. "You don't have a fever," he muttered after detecting a normal body temperature. Confusion was piling higher and higher in his mind. "I'm fine. Don't worry. I won't bother you anymore," Gabriella whispered before looking out the window. There was absolutely no sadn