Chapter 46 It's Too Much

Maximo clenched his jaw uncomfortably, that guy, Aiden Sinclair, still didn't like him, although he had tried to help Isabella and that added a point.

However, Máximo did not like how close and suspiciously friendly he was with his spouse, a stab burned him every time he saw them nearby.

At the same time, Aiden noticed Maximo's discomfort and although at any other time that would have caused him satisfaction, that day, Collins had earned some of his respect.

He had helped his grandmother and Isabella, he knew how to move his chips without making a fuss and not only that, but he had also put Ricardo and Hector at bay, so they should not worry about another ruse of that pair.

Aiden was not used to owing anything to anyone and, above all, he had been educated like a hair, so, in an act that left everyone speechless, he stretched out his hand to Maximo, very seriously.

"Hey, Collins..." Aiden called him. Maximo frowned, confused, at the sight of Aiden's hand stretched out to him. “Thank you for helping us.

“It's nothing. Maximus murmured, answering the squeeze with some suspicion.

"It's a five-minute truce, don't think this makes me change my mind or that I'll stop watching you." Aiden clarified, while holding Maximo's hand firmly.

- I say the same. Maximo growled, releasing Aiden's hand instantly.

From a distance, Grandma Sinclair watched the scene with a faint smile of complacency. It seemed that things were starting to fall into place, and everything fell into place.

After dropping Margaret off at her mansion, Isabella and Maximo returned to their apartment together.

"Isabella..." Máximo called her as he entered the room.

"Yes?" She turned, while her spouse slowly approached with a very serious expression.

"I want you to hear this and not forget it. I've told you before, but I understand that you doubted it..." He began, stopping very close to her.

"What?" Isabella looked at him, confused and a little nervous about the tone of his words.

Maximo sighed and slid a hand to Isabella's face, caressing her cheek gently. The gesture made Isabella's heart race.

"Trust me." I'm your spouse, and if you have any problems, whatever, it's my duty to support and protect you, you understand? For anything, call me, and I'll do everything in my power to help you.

Isabella nodded, lowering her gaze with a momentary expression of sadness. Then, he changed it for a simulated smile.

"I'll remember, I promise. He said, taking a step back and walking away in the direction of the bathroom.

She needed her space, she needed a moment alone, "my duty is to support and protect you" Máximo had said, "my duty" resonated in her mind, she looked at herself in the mirror and a tear escaped her eyes.

"It's his duty, he doesn't do it because he loves you" she said to herself, reminding herself what their marriage meant, he was an attentive and kind spouse because that was his duty, but that didn't mean he loved her.

Maximo left the room, was it his imagination or did he see his spouse affected for an instant? he was not sure, but he was not able to ask her either.

He went to his private office, as he had a couple of other things to fix.

Later that day, after recovering a bit and first making sure the tears weren't noticeable, Isabella came out of the bathroom, her spouse calling her for dinner.

As the night before, each one sat at his place, the dishes and drinks were brought by the service staff, everything seemed to be going well, although Máximo noticed Isabella somewhat pensive and much quieter than usual.

As soon as they finished eating, Isabella went to get up from the table, when Máximo stopped her holding her hand.

"Is something wrong?" Isabella asked, looking at him in surprise.

- Come with me. “Máximo led her to his office.

"Max... What's wrong?" The young woman looked at her spouse, who was looking for something on the desk, a large envelope.

"I prepared some things for you. Máximo handed him the envelope.

"What is this?" Isabella felt the package, which was a bit heavy. She settled on a sofa on the side of the office, while Máximo sat in front of her, attentive to her reaction.

The first thing Isabella took out of the envelope were several bales of bills of different denominations. His eyes widened and he gasped, he had never seen so much money in his life.

"Max... why...?" What is this? She stammered, stunned.

“It's only effective. It's important that you have it. Máximo clarified, trying to calm her down.

Isabella reached back into the envelope, pulling out a cell phone. She looked at Maximo with a raised eyebrow, and he cleared his throat.

- It's so that you can keep in touch. The next time you have to leave in a hurry, I'd like you to call me to tell me where you are. Máximo explained, showing a hint of blush.

Isabella smiled at the gesture, reached into the envelope once more, and pulled out a black credit card. He looked at her, confused, he had never seen a card like that.

“It's an unlimited credit card. You can buy whatever you want, no matter the price..." “Máximo explained.

"Huh?" Isabella looked at him with her mouth open.

“You will also have a driver at your disposal. You can call him whenever you need him, whether it's shopping, the stylist, or whatever...

"It's... It's too much. Isabella murmured, looking at all the items in her lap, moved.

"It's the basics, Isabella..." Máximo took her hand gently, caressing her. "I know you're not used to these things, and you still don't understand it, but..." From now on, nothing will be too much for you.

Isabella blushed at her spouse's caress.

Máximo observed how his spouse's cheeks changed color, detailed for a moment her gray eyes that made him lose his breath and a moment later, he lowered his gaze, towards her lips.

Slowly, he approached those sweet and pulpy lips that attracted him like a magnet, which he claimed as their owner, in a sweet and tender kiss.

*

The day of dinner had arrived, and Aiden was driving in the direction of the main mansion of the Collins family, he was pensive.

After reflecting on it for several days and the latest events that happened with her grandmother and cousin, she had decided that the best thing to do was to leave things with Emily for peace, no more lies or deceit, that would be her way of paying the debt she felt with Maximo.

Well, it seemed that this Collins wasn't as bad a man as he thought, maybe the little princess was a spoiled and somewhat poisonous woman, but of all the rich girls he had met, which one wasn't?

In addition, during Maximo's rescue at the clinic, it was very evident to Aiden that the situation between Collins and Isabella had changed, so it seemed that, during the honeymoon, the couple had grown closer and that they were beginning to form a bond.

So, in an act of maturity, Aiden concluded that he would not ruin a possible stable union between the two families or the happiness of his cousin, for a foolish revenge against a spoiled girl.

*

Emily was furious, once again her father was forcing her to show up at a ridiculous dinner party, he had arranged just to please her brother's spouse, a homeless woman she still hadn't quite accepted.

And to make matters worse, practically all the staff of the service was busy preparing the details of that dinner, so, between grumbles, she had no choice but to go down by herself to get a glass of water, since no one from the service attended to her.

All the staff ran around, the table was elegantly decorated with arrangements of flowers and fruits, the girls arranged the silverware.

"This is ridiculous. Emily grunted as she watched the scene.

Emily was drinking from her glass of water when one of the heads of service reprimanded one of the new girls.

- Don't stop there, go get the cutlery! The woman ordered the young woman. Emily, with a wicked smile, devised a plan.

He approached the head of service with an indignant expression.

"Oh my God! What is this?! He pointed to the table disdainfully.

- Excuse me, miss, is something wrong? The head of the service lowered her head, embarrassed, not knowing where she had failed.

- Didn't Dad explain to you the occasion we are celebrating?! The importance of this dinner! Emily demanded, lifting her chin with an air of superiority.

"Yes, miss, you told us it was a family dinner to celebrate your brother's return with his spouse.

- Exactly! We're going to honor the woman who married my brother, the heiress of the Sinclair family. Is that not enough?

- No, miss. The woman was still leaning over, not understanding what Emily was really expecting.

"Then go right now and change all that silverware." I want them to put the best, the most elegant and expensive. Emily demanded. "And the cutlery!" Let them put the complete cutlery, the finest!

- But miss, your father...

"What?" Emily looked at her defiantly. "My father is not here, and he left me in charge of supervising all the preparations. Is not my authority enough? Emily growled, irritated.

"No, miss, I didn't mean that. The woman lowered her head even more, bowing in apology.

"Good! So, start over and do what I say. Emily murmured, turning to return to her room.

A mischievous smile was drawn on his face. After all, what was a formal dinner without a little touch of mischief?