Mr. Waltson, Refrain Yourself

She turned to look at Max.

Max was looking at her expectantly.

Amy lowered her eyes and let out a sigh. “Let’s get married next year.”

Max shook his head with a smile. “You sure know how to procrastinate.”

“Marriage is a big deal, and we need to prepare for it,” she said, standing up and patting the sand off her butt.

“I have the energy now, let’s go.”

As she walked ahead, she thought to herself that Max Brother was so smart. If she told him now that she didn’t want to get married and wanted to break up because of her illness, Max Brother would definitely suspect her motivation and purpose.

Max Brother wouldn’t give up on her because of her illness, so… she had to find a different way to make Max Brother give up on her.

Max watched Amy’s back, feeling that she was acting a little strange today.

At night, Max naturally wouldn’t miss out on the good time.

After he finished showering, he tied Amy to the bed…

Amy was exhausted from being tossed around.

She slept deeply that night.

The next morning, when she woke up, it was already past ten in the morning.

After they finished eating, Max said he wanted to take Amy out for a walk.

Amy said, “Let’s just go back after eating.”

“We’ve already come here, why rush to go back?”

“It’s your territory anyway. We can come back anytime on the weekends when we don’t have anything else to do.”

Max raised his lips. “I’ve been having so much fun these past few days, I don’t want to go back.”

He may be having fun, but she’s suffering.

Others say that Max is restrained, but in some ways, he really doesn’t have any restraint at all.

This is simply a cruel act towards a promising flower.

University life is much richer than Amy imagined and she is enjoying it.

After two weeks of school, Amy began to distance herself from Max deliberately or accidentally.

Although Max would come to pick her up and take her home every day, she spoke less and less.

Today, Max arrived on time as usual.

He waited at the school gate for over half an hour before Amy finally arrived with two male classmates, chatting and laughing.

Seeing her like this with the boys, Max suddenly felt unhappy.

He got out of the car, walked up to Amy, and coldly asked, “Your classmates?”

Amy smiled and said, “Max, these are my senior classmates from the same department and the same club as me.”

Max looked at the two handsome young men with deep eyes.

“So they are Amy’s senior classmates. Do you have any business with her?”

As he spoke, he pulled Amy to his side and hugged her waist, as if declaring his sovereignty.

“No, no, we were just passing by and decided to give our junior a ride.”

The two male classmates were intimidated by Max’s strong presence and quickly said goodbye to Amy before leaving.

Amy waved goodbye to them and then Max released his grip on her waist with a hum of disapproval.

Max’s intention was to get Amy to explain and also to appease him.

But Amy acted as if nothing had happened and walked to the car, getting in without saying a word.

Max was infuriated and quickly caught up with Amy, sitting in the car and staring at her. “Aren’t you going to explain to me?” he asked.

Amy looked innocent. “Explain what?”

“Why did you go out with two guys?” Max demanded.

“They said they were just giving me a ride,” Amy replied.

“You’re very popular in school,” Max remarked through clenched teeth.

Amy shrugged. “I mean, with my looks and family background, it would be weirder if I wasn’t popular, right?”

Max glared coldly at her. “You’re quite daring to say that.”

Amy brushed off his comment. “I’m not wrong though. Max, aren’t you supposed to be taking me home? I’m hungry and want to eat.”

Max looked at her face directly, but Amy chose to ignore him and leaned back, pulling out her phone to play with.

Max was filled with rage but had nowhere to vent it. He started the car and drove away without taking Amy to the Watson Family as originally planned. Instead, he took her to the Mo Family’s house.

After the car came to a stop, Amy put down her phone and was about to get out when she realized they were at the wrong destination.

Turning to Max, she asked, “Max Brother, why did you bring me to your house?”

Max opened the car door and replied firmly, “To eat. Let’s go.”

He slammed the door shut.

Amy sighed and suppressed the guilt in her heart before getting out of the car and following Max into the house.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

As soon as Max entered the living room, he addressed the busy aunties, “That’s enough. We don’t need you here. Please leave.”

The aunties left.

Amy felt a little worried.

He was angry.

But… this was exactly what she wanted.

She had to disappoint Max to achieve her goal.

As soon as the door closed, Max picked up Amy and carried her upstairs.

Amy exclaimed, “Max Brother, what are you doing?”

“What do you think?” Max replied.

Amy was a little worried and asked, “Aren’t we here to eat?”

“Aren’t I delicious enough?” Max said as he kicked open the bedroom door and placed her on the bed.

He kissed Amy passionately.

Amy had a few thoughts racing through her mind.

Should she push him away or…

She placed her hands on Max’s shoulders and said, “Max Brother, wait.”

Max’s eyes showed urgency as he demanded, “Speak.”

“I don’t want to…” She bit her lip, feeling embarrassed to say the last word.

“Is it that you don’t want to do it or that you don’t want to do it with me?” Max asked.

Amy’s eyes tightened and she replied, “I’m really not interested.”

Max didn’t believe her and lowered his head to continue.

“Max Brother, I don’t like it when you force me,” Amy shouted.

Max raised his head and stared at her. “Then why do you still anger me?”

“I didn’t anger you,” Amy retorted.

“You know that I don’t like it when you get close to other men and yet, you appear in front of me with them, laughing and talking,” Max said.

Amy didn’t mince words either. “I dare to do this because I have a clear conscience. If I had something to hide, I would avoid you.”

“You…” Max ground his teeth. “Are you forcing me to find a bodyguard to monitor you?”

Amy looked at him and finally found the reason.

“Max Brother, can you please stop? You’re making me feel very suppressed,” Amy pleaded.

“And you don’t feel suppressed when you flirt with your classmates at school?” Max countered.

He hadn’t forgotten the way she smiled and laughed brightly with those two boys at the school gate earlier.

He knew there was a problem with her distant behavior towards him lately.

“What flirting? Your words are too harsh. I’m young and in such a sunny and happy place, I’ve made friends with a group of equally sunny and happy people. Can’t I enjoy my college life with them?” Amy argued.

Max was annoyed. “Are you saying I’m old?”