Lovin’ in the Moonlight

Fairen Evert did not dare to disobey him, but also did not dare to say the woman’s name, just lowered her eyes, silent and did not speak.

The man’s fire was so tight that he squeezed her wrist, she did not say a word to withstand the man’s monstrous fire.

Maxton West looked at her silent appearance, and an inexplicable fire suddenly rose up under his heart.

His long, slanted eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked at Fairen Evert’s tired little face. He tugged at his tie in annoyance and said in a deep voice, “Where is the butler?”

“Young master, you’re back.”

The butler’s somewhat urgent voice came from behind him, he had just dealt with some problems regarding the garden flower seeds and hurried over, his expression froze for a moment when he touched Maxton West’s cold as ice expression.

It was the first time he had seen the young master so angry.

“Her face, who hit her?”

Maxton West got straight to the point, his voice husky and low with irrepressible anger.

Fairen Evert raised his eyes to look at him, his heart a little puzzled.

He … also seemed to care about the child, and he himself was considered a mother and a son. Somehow, seeing all this, she had been content, and had forgotten how long it had been since she had tasted, the feeling of being cared for.

The pain on her face was miraculously much better when she thought this.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice that her eyes were always passing over the man’s figure.

Maxton West turned around and said to her indifferently, “Go back to your room and wait for me.”

The tone of voice was overbearing and unquestionable.

He usually sits there calmly and quietly, even if his temper is bad, he will not bring too much oppression to others, but at this time, Fairen Evert is very sensitive to feel the temperature of the room seems to have reached the freezing point.

“Young … master, I’m going to help you put the water.”

Oh no, how did she even forget about this.

Maxton West stopped her way, his tone was very strong, and he seemed to be a little impatient, “It was not good looking, and now it has become this way, it is really unappetizing to look at.”

“I … I’m going out.”

Under the heart as if stuck by a needle, a dense pain makes her a little slow.

She was not even this aggravated when she was slapped by Erma Capra.

Maxton West’s words changed: “There is swelling medicine in the hall, go get it yourself.”

Fairen Evert had been hit on the right side of her face, and the coldness of the wound made her exhale in comfort as she applied the cream.

The bathroom door was opened with a click.

Maxton West’s careless voice came from behind her: “What? Standing there counting mosquitoes?”

“…” There are no mosquitoes here.

When she turned around, she saw the man’s long, strong, long legs, lean and material body, a classic example of completely dressing thin and undressing flesh, a stream of water running down his arm, sexy and provocative.

Fairen Evert just took a look and blushed.

She lowered her head: “Young master, I’d better sleep on the sofa tonight, and, I’ve prepared the milk for you, you must have to remember to drink it.”

She lowered her eyes, her loose hair fell from her ears, her face was white, she looked very soft and moving.

This was the first impression Maxton West had of her.

The first thing that Maxton West did was to look at her, and her cold eyes swept over calmly, and her tone was calm: “What? The young master is very dissatisfied with this young master?”

This woman, really does not know what to do, how dare she dislike him? You are willing to sleep on the sofa rather than with him?

Is he that bad?

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The words were like a needle that caught Fairen Evert off guard, and he hastily argued, “Young master, you said before that you only sleep on the right side, but my face …”

There was a pause, the voice was calm, but if you listen carefully, you will find that there was a hint of aggravation in that calm tone, only it was well concealed by her.

Maxton West quickly understood, the heart of the anger is reduced some.

“Go to sleep, my right.”

As he spoke, he took a closer look at her cheek and after finding that it had been medicated, he finally put his mind at ease, striding over to the bedside, his cold eyes deep and intense, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Fairen Evert could not help but secretly pinch his face.

After everything was done, she lay down on the big, soft, comfortable bed, with waves of extreme drowsiness attacking her lingering consciousness.

When the sound of calm, even breathing came from behind her ears, she let out a relaxed breath and could no longer resist, turning her head and falling into a deep sleep.

The original sleepy man opened his eyes slightly, the bright star-like eyes, now quietly gazing at the woman beside him who had fallen asleep.

At this angle, the dotted shine on her chest made his throat a little dry.

After a pause, barely suppressing the body’s alienation, Maxton West knocked his eyes back on.

…

As the day progressed, she became sleepy, and it was one o’clock in the afternoon when she woke up this day.

The sunlight was warm and poured over one’s body, making one subconsciously feel very comfortable even breathing.

Maxton West had just left the villa when, with a sharp braking sound, an extremely eye-catching red Ferrari stopped outside the door, its dazzlingly smooth and distinctive body making it easy for Fairen Evert to guess the owner.

The car door opened, under the slender ankle is a pair of fine heels hate sky high, the line of sight upward, is a no trace of fat calves, beautiful lines, the woman has a proud body, a big wave curls loosely cloaked down, petite goose egg face with delicate heavy makeup, eyebrows and eyes but gives a very proud impression.

Back inside the hall, Erma Capra posture reserved and delicate, very aggressive eyes probably surveyed the row of servants in front of you, some displeasure, cold voice drink to: “powerful ah, run to Maxton West bed vixen is remarkable, actually dare not come down to meet me, it seems that this eye really grows to the top of the head it. ”

The maids at the bottom looked at each other, but they could not say anything more.

But in order not to cause trouble, she had to press her body discomfort to go downstairs, the pain of that slap is still vivid in her mind, thinking of the events of that night, her heart is silent.

Before she reached the door, a strong wave of nausea after a strong wave of nausea made her feet beat, her whole body was weak, and a sour taste welled up in her throat along with it.

She covered her lips, forcing this strange feeling down, but I do not know why, the more pressure this feeling is more clear, bit by bit gnawing at her sanity, she finally could not stand it, fast to the bathroom a vomit for fast.

Perhaps it was too urgent, she intermittently lying on the bar and coughing violently.

Erma Capra downstairs completely as if she was the mistress of the house, the posture of noble, cold eyes looked around.

Erma Capra’s eyes slipped through a trace of sinister, she looked around, discreetly pulled out a small bottle from her clothes, which is the “gift” she wanted to give to Fairen Evert this time.