Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 192: A Special Look in the Eyes—Is There a Story Between Us?

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: A Special Look in the Eyes—Is There a Story Between Us?

Maxim Sinclair had a mocking smile on his lips: "From what I know about Summer Lowell, is she temporarily agreeing out of obligation? Can you be sure, just from what you’ve seen, that she genuinely likes your brother?"

"What if that’s not the case."

Tina Huxley hid her right hand behind her back, secretly clenching her fist for courage, "Then why does she only remember my brother after waking up?"

"You have a mouth, say whatever you want."

The car was already there, Maxim Sinclair stepped forward, opened the car door, and before getting in, glanced back at Tina Huxley, "Given your sheer stupidity, let me warn you, if you dare to do anything harmful to Summer Lowell, I won’t let you go."

Mrs. Huxley searched both the first and second floors and didn’t see any sign of Tina Huxley.

So she stopped a passing maid, asked around, and then learned that Tina had followed a guest outside just now.

Worried that she might act ungracefully and embarrass herself, Mrs. Huxley anxiously followed her outside, where she found Tina with reddened eyes, on the verge of tears.

"What’s happened, how did you get so upset so quickly?" Mrs. Huxley looked at her with distress, gently dabbing away the tears with a handkerchief, "Oh dear, your carefully done makeup is all ruined now. What happened? I heard you went out to see a guest off. How did it end up like this, who did you see off? Why can’t you let go?"

Maxim Sinclair had already left, so worrying about her makeup was pointless. Tina Huxley covered her face, circled around to the back of the yard, and returned to her room through a hidden door.

Concerned about her condition, Mrs. Huxley followed her all the way to her room: "What’s the matter with you?"

Tina sobbed, covering her face: "Maxim Sinclair, he actually threatened me for Summer Lowell!"

Hearing it was again about Maxim Sinclair, Mrs. Huxley couldn’t help but feel exasperated, but seeing her own daughter weeping, she couldn’t bear to coldly watch, so after a moment of silence, she took a makeup remover from the table and handed it to Tina: "Your makeup is all smudged, why don’t you take it off first."

...

Assistant Collins sat in the passenger seat, silently watching the road ahead, while focusing ninety percent of his attention on Maxim Sinclair in the back seat.

When the car stopped at another red light, Maxim Sinclair suddenly spoke: "Justin Huxley seems a bit too idle, we need to find him something to do."

Assistant Collins nodded understandingly but hesitantly asked Maxim Sinclair, "In what area does President Sinclair want to arrange something for him?"

"Where did Julian Huxley disappear off to? I haven’t seen him much since returning from the island. Didn’t he assure me he’d take care of Justin Huxley? Is this his assurance? Justin Huxley is digging into my household, and this is how Julian Huxley handles things?"

"President Sinclair, please don’t worry."

Assistant Collins quickly pulled out a tablet and rapidly swiped for half a minute, then respectfully handed it to the back, "Please take a look at this. This is what Julian Huxley has been busy with recently, for various reasons he can’t appear in the country right now and can’t clearly state his actual plans. Last night he sent a plan to this email, and I haven’t had a chance to show it to you today."

Maxim Sinclair quickly scanned the contents, and after a moment, his expression relaxed slightly: "Not bad, the money I invested in him hasn’t gone to waste. Follow his current plan, coordinate with him."

"Yes, President Sinclair." Assistant Collins took the tablet back and placed it into his briefcase.

After arranging this matter, Maxim Sinclair gazed out the window, suddenly recalling the words Tina said to him at the engagement ceremony.

"Investigate what’s going on with Summer Lowell, her gaze towards me is off, she must have amnesia."

Assistant Collins nodded and agreed, then expressed concern: "Madam’s current state probably prevents her from explaining what exactly happened at that time, which adds difficulty to our investigation."

"The cause of the accident can be investigated slowly, as long as she’s alive, everything can be discussed."

Although seeing Summer Lowell laughing and chatting beside Justin Huxley made him uncomfortable, witnessing her being alive with his own eyes... he felt fortunate.

Of course, it would be better if Summer Lowell had lost her memory and the only person she remembered was him.

Assistant Collins secretly glanced back at Maxim Sinclair, who was lost in thought with downcast eyes.

This side of Maxim Sinclair was rarely seen.

This was the most influential figure in Stellarion!

Now, all for a woman...

Feeling a sense of pity, Assistant Collins suggested, "President Sinclair, I’ve heard that when people with amnesia experience a shock, their memories can sometimes return. The story between you and Madam is so stirring, and earlier I noticed her gaze seemed off upon seeing you, why not try helping her recover her memories?"

Maxim Sinclair was moved by these words: "Your suggestion, for once, sounds reasonable."

[Ah, I’m only worried you’ll be troubled by love!]

At nightfall.

Exhausted from the whole day, Summer Lowell slipped off the cumbersome mermaid gown, grabbed her clothes, locked the bathroom door, and eased into the bath filled with hot water, closing her eyes to relax.

The warm water enveloped her body, and Summer Lowell sighed softly: "This is comfortable, today’s engagement ceremony was truly exhausting."

Summer Lowell shook her head, feeling the concern about her future real wedding.

Engagements were already so tiring; wouldn’t a wedding be even more overwhelming?

Summer Lowell smiled and shook her head, about to grab the glass of red wine she had poured for herself, when suddenly she remembered seeing Maxim Sinclair during the day.

"That man’s gaze was so special." Summer Lowell sat back down, leaning against the side of the bathtub, staring into space, recalling the gaze Maxim Sinclair had given her, muttering, "Why do I feel there’s an indescribable quality in his gaze? Did I have something with him?"

Thinking of Maxim Sinclair’s gaze, and recalling Justin Huxley’s constant admonitions and worries from abroad to home, Summer Lowell couldn’t help but wonder which side was true and which was false.

"Upon careful reflection, that gaze seems too... affectionate, not at all like someone looking at prey. Between him and Justin Huxley, who’s the one with hidden motives?"

Summer Lowell gently touched her chest: "And why does seeing him make me feel so uneasy here? What exactly is the story between us?"

Outside, Justin Huxley, carrying a hint of alcohol, gently knocked on the bathroom door: "Summer, are you in there?"

Upon hearing this, Summer Lowell was startled: "What’s wrong?"