Leila lay on the stair, thought for a long time, but didn't come up with an answer. It was more likely that
Max and Rosa were childhood sweethearts, but it was only her guess and if she wanted to prove it,
unless Max admitted it in person, yet it was impossible. Besides, It was pretty hard for her to get the
result from his friend. Moreover, she would never make things difficult for herself. She walked into the
bedroom and thought that Max might not come back tonight.
With a beauty in his arms, or perhaps with the beauty he has been thinking for so many years, how
could he think of Leila?
Lying in bed, Leila couldn't help thinking about these things. She tried to get rid of these thoughts and
forced herself to fall asleep. Tomorrow there would be a fierce battle between her and Bertha. She
must preserve her strength and take advantage of some appropriate opportunity to win.
When Leila was thinking of this, she suddenly found the bed was sinking. Leila was shocked. When
she was about to turn around to look at the man clearly, she was held in his arms. A hoarse voice came
above her head. "It's me."
After hearing that, Leila felt strangely relieved. Nestling in his arms, she did not know why she had
guessed wrong. Logically speaking, it should not be such a situation. He should be in a good mood
with Rosa after being separated from her for such a long time. But why didn't they have sex just as she
thought?
Leila didn’t thought for a long time for it didn't take Max much time to capture Melissa. They didn't talk,
but she could feel his loneliness. She pursed her lips and asked, "What's your relationship with Rosa?"
Leila asked carefully, seeming to be afraid that she would offend him by accident. Looking at the little
woman, Max aid indifferently, "An acquaintance."
Leila was surprised that he would answer her question. She just wanted to give it a try, not expecting
that he could answer. For Leila, she thought his answer was meaningless. The word "an acquaintance"
was too general. Whether he didn’t want to explain or he explained it unintentionally, it could show that
he didn't want to mention Rosa, which made Leila more curious.
However, Leila did not intend to continue to ask about it. Although she did not spend a long time with
Max, it was enough for her to get a thorough understanding of his personality. It was his greatest
bottom line that he did not want to be pushed to the bottom of a subject.
After a night, Leila was held in his arms and fell asleep. In the dark, Max's eyes were shining and his
emotion was surging.
It was not that Max didn't know that he had a feeling for Rosa. If it had been several years ago, he
would have been thrilled, but now he wasn't. However, he still had a feeling when he saw Rosa.
The temperature in his arms was moderate and comfortable. For Leila, he was just satisfied with her
body, and he would never treat her badly. As his woman, Max could not stand her being bullied by
anyone. Moreover, out of personal reasons, he did not want this little woman like a cat to be hurt.
The bright moonlight outside the window slowly flowed and Max fell asleep with his thoughts.
Leila was used to waking up in the morning when Max wasn't by her side, so when she opened her
eyes, she found that she was still held in the arms of Max. Besides a trace of surprise flashed across
her heart, she was more flustered.
After so many days, Leila still didn't get used to being frank with him. When she found that she was
naked, she blushed. She subconsciously took a step back to the quilt, but she was caught.
The low magnetic voice of Max came above her head, "Don't move."
Leila was not an innocent girl. She could clearly feel the change of his body. Leila kept her body being
stiff for she didn't dare to move in his arms. However, his body got even hotter, and the temperature
was a little abnormal. She raised her head. When she saw his furrowed brows, a hint of strangeness
flashed across her heart.
"What's wrong with you?"
Upon hearing that, Max slightly opened his eyes, in which the emotions burst forth instantly, and his
eyes blurred and blank. Due to seeing Max being like this, Leila's heart skipped a beat, and she
reached out her hand to feel his forehead. The hot touch of his palm made her frown.
"You are sick."
There was still no answer coming from the latter. Max just slightly opened his eyes to stare at her. Leila
licked her lips, crawled out of his arms, casually put on a coat, and climbed up to the bed to check his
temperature. Her tone was serious, "You are really sick."
Squinting slightly, Max was amused by the words of the little woman in front of him. He was sick and
then?
Leila sat on the bed, her pretty face full of seriousness. She seemed to think of something. She jumped
out of the bed and took out the medicine box from her memory. She was dizzy and didn't know what to
do with the medicine box. Finally, she had to send the medicine box to Max. "What is the antipyretic?"
Resting the head on his arm, Max didn't look sick at all. It was difficult to know that he was a patient
now if there was not suspicious red on his pale lips and face. When he was sick, Max looked less
rigorous and more casual, and her posture in bed looked very lazy and sexy.
Leila was in a daze, and asked again, "Which one is the Antipyretic?"
Looking at the little woman who was kneeling on the bed and half opened her clothes, Max was
attracted by Leila. He thought something different from what she cared about. She only cared about the
medicine to cure him, while he cared about the present her. He could guarantee that even if he was
sick now, he would still be able to make her completely unable to get out of bed, as long as she kept in
this posture.
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