A storm brewed in Maxim Sinclair's eyes before he finally pushed Summer Lowell away and said, "Sit down, eat."
Summer lowered her long lashes, hiding the emotions in her eyes, and spoke in a tone she never used before, "Can we go somewhere else? It's so quiet and empty here. I don't like it."
"Afraid?" Maxim bluntly pierced through her little thoughts with a playful look on his face, "It's the first time I've seen you show vulnerability."
Instinctively, Summer wanted to retort that she wasn't scared, but then she realized that currently, she was under someone else's roof and had to bow her head.
Moreover, to escape Maxim Sinclair's grip, she had to pretend to be weak.
"Not really, don't you feel it's empty living alone in such a big house?" Summer picked up a spoon and asked while sipping soup.
Maxim chuckled knowingly, "I don't feel it's empty. Only those who have a guilty conscience would fear the unknown, like..."
