Chapter 145 Yarwood, The Enviable Mr Max

• knew he was being led into a trap and wasn't stupid. "Boss is kind to us too," he said, puffing out his ch*eks. "Oh really?" Wynter had a disappointed twinkle in her eyes. She had hoped to get some helpful information, but Max was a quick study even for his loquaciousness. Max gave a serious nod. "Boss is perfect!" "Is that accurate?" Wynter has a serene voice. "You said that I would be the one hurt a moment ago." It tingled on Max's scalp. "I was merely babbling. "The boss actually cares about you. Despite the differences in your histories, he won't let you down!
• "Is that accurate?" With a slight smile playing across her lips, Wynter swirled her abacus carelessly. Unfortunately, this is only a show that your employer and I are putting on. How did you start to think that he actually is interested in me? Max was surprised. Making a display? "Downplay your voice." Wynter scowled. She glanced around the courtyard to make sure they were the only ones there. Satisfied with that, she pulled her hair back and faced the medicine cabinet. Yes, everything is staged. Kindly refrain from spreading untruth. Max was perplexed. "What is the purpose of this performance?" Wynter said, "It's for my grandmother's sake." She made the medication with skill, measuring each ingredient precisely—even without the need for a scale.
• Max thought for a long time. Why would Wynter go to the length of reciprocating romantically, even if he was the only one who could heal Dalton? What could possibly spur him on to participate in this farce? ed this? Could it be that Theo's constant insistence on getting married has When Max at last realized the correct response, his eyes brightened. The patio was positioned such that Wynter and Max could not be overheard throughout their conversation. Margaret was a kind person who showed respect even to the younger generation. Notwithstanding Dalton's illustrious past, she maintained her composure and replied, "Let's have some tea."