Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever

Chapter 288: Contract Marriage Extended to 10 Years

Maxim Sinclair stayed downstairs for a while, then went into the kitchen, personally cooked a bowl of noodle soup, and brought it upstairs.

It seemed to be prepared for Summer Lowell.

On the second floor, in the bedroom, Summer, who had just woken up, was wrapped in a blanket, leaning against the headboard, staring out the window in a daze.

When Maxim Sinclair pushed the door open, she didn’t react at all. Maxim didn’t mind her indifference, put the tray on the small table in the room, and called her: "You haven’t eaten all day, your body surely can’t handle it. Come have a bowl of soup noodles, and if you’re still tired, take a bath after the meal and rest, it’ll help you feel better."

Too exhausted to quarrel with him, Summer lifted the blanket, picked up the robe that had fallen on the floor, and put it on right in front of Maxim.

Then she walked to the table, held the bowl, and wolfed down the food; she was truly starving, her stomach ached with hunger.

"If you like it, I’ll make you another bowl," Maxim said gently, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, "After you finish eating, we have something important to discuss."

Summer paused for a moment in her action of picking up the noodles, looked up at Maxim, said nothing, and continued eating.

Knowing that she was destined to be unable to fight back, she figured it was better not to show any resistance in front of him, or else she’d only suffer.

After finishing the noodles, Summer pushed the empty bowl aside, wiped her mouth, and instructed Maxim, "I’m still a bit thirsty, go downstairs and get me a glass of water, it should be warm enough to drink right away."

"No problem," Maxim picked up the empty bowl and left. As he passed the walk-in closet, he showed a subtle smile.

Summer followed him barefoot. When Maxim closed the door, he saw her.

"What’s wrong?"

"This robe is uncomfortable; I’m going to change it."

"I think it looks good, but suit yourself if you want to change." Maxim smiled and closed the door.

Once he left, Summer kept an eye on the doorway while reaching for the bottle of pills she had hidden in the corner.

The pills were too large and hard to swallow dry without water. Summer thought for a moment, bit the pills in half, and swallowed them in two takes, dry-swallowing.

Never having taken medicine like this before, Summer almost choked, rolling her eyes as she struggled to swallow. Just then, Maxim returned to the walk-in closet.

Summer, feigning calmness, turned to continue rummaging through the clothes, "You even watch me change clothes? This villa’s security is airtight; you don’t have to worry about me running away."

With her back turned, Summer didn’t see Maxim smirking at the corner where she hid the pills.

"You wearing a robe is for my eyes only, so let me choose a style I like."

Summer turned back around, "Then you choose, and I’ll wear it."

"Why are you so cooperative today? I thought I would get an eye-roll for saying that."

Understanding why Summer was so subdued, Maxim deliberately teased her with his words.

He then seriously picked out a nightgown.

After choosing, Maxim took Summer’s hand and led her to the study, taking a document from the desk: "Here is a file; sign it."

"What kind of file?" Summer looked down to scrutinize it, and after realizing its contents, she was incredulous, "No, these terms are outrageous!"

"Then maybe you should take a look at our previous contract, which clearly states you can’t assist Justin Huxley against me. If you do, the damage you cause me will be converted into time, automatically extending the contract’s duration."

"???"

"So because of what you did, our contractual marriage has already been extended to ten years," Maxim said as he handed her the pen, "You broke the agreement."

Ten years?

She still has to stay by Maxim’s side for ten more years!

Summer forced a bitter smile, wondering how many more decades she had.

"I don’t agree, ten years is too long. Maxim, let’s let go of each other and ourselves, okay? If we keep entangling each other like this, no one will end up happy."

Maxim didn’t answer but instead pointed at another blank spot on the agreement: "Words are useless; hurry up and sign!"

"What if I don’t sign? Will you force me?" Summer gripped the pen tightly, staring at Maxim without moving.

"Think it over before deciding," Maxim looked at her with a calculated ease, "We’ve sparred so many times; you’ll profit by signing and enjoying the benefits of being Mrs. Sinclair."

Maxim openly threatened her.

Summer looked down at the contract on the table, smiled wryly after a long pause, picked up the pen, and signed her name, then tossed the paper at Maxim, "Take it; I can’t beat you anyway."

Maxim clicked his tongue against his teeth, looking at her with a dark expression before finally laughing, "Ten years is long enough for us to build feelings."

Summer silently glanced at him and turned to leave.

Standing there, Maxim picked up the contract, flicked it with his finger, and then carefully stored it away.

Before, there were always various annoying people messing between him and Summer, but not anymore.

The Huxley Family had been completely stripped clean, and Justin Huxley’s manipulation of Summer had shown her what kind of person he truly was.

Next, all he needed was to wait, to let time repair his relationship with Summer.

Though the Huxley matter was about settled, Summer still couldn’t leave the villa.

Maxim’s given reason for this was that he feared Justin Huxley might retaliate against her.

Summer believed that Maxim was fabricating these stories to deceive her.

But even knowing he was lying, Summer had no way to fight back.

Perhaps because Justin’s defeat was so bitter, Maxim found satisfaction in business and was not as erratic and obsessed as before in love.

At least Summer noticed that Maxim’s behavior toward her was no longer so compulsive and crazy.

More often than not, Maxim’s actions just left Summer speechless; sometimes, watching him mimic the intimate gestures of teenage couples left her utterly exasperated.

So childish.

Thinking about it, Summer couldn’t help but laugh.

Just then, Maxim came in, heard her laugh, and felt a tickling itch in his heart. He walked over and rested his hands on the back of her wooden chair: "What are you thinking about? So happy."

"Nothing, just some happy memories."

Seeing him, Summer slowly restrained her smile, unwilling to share the truth, and tossed out a perfunctory response.

Maxim wasn’t annoyed; he gently brushed Summer’s freshly washed hair that fell over her shoulders: "Here’s some good news for you—the Huxley Family’s overseas business is now mine too."

"Chairman Sinclair, you’re impressive."

Summer said, giving him a thumbs-up, though her tone couldn’t have been more perfunctory.