Lovin’ in the Moonlight

Maxton West ignored him, his tall body stiffened as it touched the rising sun.

I don’t know if it was the wind that blew in, the cuffs raised slightly, Maxton West looked at his watch indifferently and left the office.

In the car, the assistant carefully said: “President, tomorrow there are several contracts to be signed, the itinerary is the United States, France, Germany …”

“Is that group of people on the board dead, what do I need them to do if I have to do everything.”

“This … that president, then I give them all.”

“Who got that piece of land in the North Sea?”

“It seems to be The Far Group, but I heard that there was some kind of dispute later, and this did not work out, president, what do you mean?”

“Find a few people to go to the fish port, survey the geology, and if suitable, make a shipyard there early next year.”

The assistant was just about to speak when the phone suddenly rang.

At the same time, he subconsciously pulled down the car window, looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, and picked up the phone, “Something?”

At this time the sky is gradually darkening, there are occasionally a few couples holding hands and snuggling by the roadside, Fairen Evert a little nervous: “Well, the baby has a little diarrhea, all those milk powder should be changed once, you do not feed him next time when feeding.”

Maxton West’s expression was a little strained, and he was just about to speak when a cheering head suddenly came through the car window: “Maxton?”

Erma Capra was not expecting to see him here at all, and she thought to herself, “It seems that there is some fate between the two of them, otherwise she would have met her in such a big place, what is it if not fate!

Fairen Evert was holding the phone in his hand, hanging up or not, the world seemed to stop at this point.

So, Erma Capra … was next to him yes?

“Maxton, who are you talking to on the phone?” Erma Capra lying in the car window to look at him, this man, the first time I saw the amazement of the heavenly man.

Most of her life’s luck had been spent when she met him, but she didn’t regret it.

There was silence for a while, Maxton West did not speak, and the others, of course, did not dare to move. Half a second, he said lightly: “Nothing to do, then get lost.”

These words, I do not know whether they were said to the woman in front of me, or the woman on the phone.

The wind blew gently, it was raining, there were a few winding trails of water on the windows and doors, accompanied by a dull thunder, Fairen Evert lowered his eyes: “Well, okay.”

She hung up the phone, went upstairs, and as she passed the dresser, she realized that her eyes seemed red.

She’s not a saint, she’s been in the same room for so long, who would believe me if I didn’t feel anything at all.

The ghost does not believe.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, the sound of pattering is low, a small crystal clear raindrops jumping at the window.

On the other hand, Erma Capra looked at him and said somewhat cautiously: “Did I … upset you? I’m sorry, I just happened to run into you and got too excited, I’m sorry …”

Maxton West looked at her, “Get lost.”

“Huh?”

Pulling up the window and walking straight away, as Erma Capra subconsciously caught up, Maxton West grabbed the steering wheel straight away and drove over towards the dirty puddle of water on the side of the street, no doubt with Erma Capra’s body covered in sewage and her face blackened.

The assistant next to her looked a little uncomfortable: “President, I’ve heard she’s quite nice, isn’t this a little too much for us.”

“You can’t take things at face value.” Maxton West opened the phone, hands work, voice low: “Sometimes, what you see is not always true.”

The assistant nodded thoughtfully.

Maxton West said slowly, “What you see with your own eyes is not always true, let alone what you hear.”

When she returned to the villa, Fairen Evert had already fallen asleep.

In fact, she was only pretending to be asleep, but when she heard the door handle twist, her body gave an uncontrollable shiver.

The rain outside the window had stopped, but the rain inside her mind was incessant and showed no sign of stopping.

Maxton West tugged at his tie: “Asleep?”

She subconsciously nodded her head.

When she reacted, she blushed, God, was she stupid, why did she nod.

Maxton West had seen stupid people before, but it was the first time he had seen one as stupid as this, so he paused and walked towards the bathroom: “I’m afraid the baby will inherit your genes.”

“Then we’ll have more.”

Fairen Evert pinched his hand to force himself to sleep, and ended up waiting until the man came out of the shower and was still asleep.

“Young master.”

She called softly.

Mostly disappointed, her voice trembled a little: “I want to move out.”

She was supposed to leave after work, but Maxton West stayed on the grounds that he was afraid something would happen to her halfway through the day.

Since then, the reasons have grown, he is busy with his own work and occasionally forgets to come home, on the other hand, he is horribly serious when he is working, sometimes the maid is not there and the child is crying his heart out as if he did not hear.

“Jealous?”

“No.” Fairen Evert answered quickly, without thinking, but the clenched fingers betrayed her emotions.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Maxton West blushed: “I’m sleepy, go to bed, and don’t blame me for throwing the baby out if you talk again. It’s cold to regenerate.”

These words completely ignited Fairen Evert’s emotions: “Fine, I’ll take the baby and you and Erma Capra go have it.”

She said, and was about to go out, but Maxton West grabbed her with a quick eye: “Look at that, a jealous jar.”

Fairen Evert was mostly out of temper: “Jealousy is an emotion only for people you like, Maxton West, I don’t like you.”

“Don’t like me and give me children.” Maxton West sneered, his hands slightly hard, two bodies fell on the soft bed with gravity, breathing so close, Maxton West throat tightened, lowered his head and covered.

The kiss was wild and uncontrollable, as if he was giving vent to his emotions that he had nowhere else to go.

Fairen Evert struggled, angry and ashamed, and opened his mouth and bit him, not caring where he bit, but making him hurt anyway.

As soon as Maxton West let go, she suddenly bit down, just in time to bite his lips.

“You like this position?”

Fairen Evert blushed in shame and ran down like a rabbit while kicking him.

Maxton West glanced back at her with little emotion in his eyes, still with his cold attitude.

Outside the door, Fairen Evert covered her face and crouched on the ground, really embarrassed.

She was originally a lady of the house, and the men she came into contact with were all modest and polite, even if her nature was not, she was still very good at pretending in front of everyone.

The first time she encountered someone like Maxton West, she failed miserably for a while.

She always felt that if Maxton West was not allergic to women and not close to women, he would definitely be a master of love.

When she was about to leave to go to another room, the door suddenly opened and Fairen Evert was not able to look back, Maxton West directly on her squatting position, directly carried people into the room.

A night of spring.