บททั้งหมดของ Cruel Alpha's Marriage Proposal : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Once they had both reached their lockers, Max grabbed his backpack out of the locker and zipped it up before placing it on his shoulders. He looked around the hallway for any sign of his friends, which seemed unlikely given that most students were still in class. After giving up trying to locate them, he turned to face her who was still standing by her locker, waiting for him. He approached her and gave her a small smile, although it looked a little forced to him."So… Where are we meeting everyone?" He asked awkwardly.Bex grinned widely and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. "Don't worry! We all met up yesterday." She assured.Max chuckled quietly and patted her on the back. "Yeah, I know. But where were you last night?" He inquired curiously."Oh, uh…" she blushed. "We were hanging out. Sorry." She admitted sheepishly."It's okay. I totally understand. I'm the one who should be sorry, not you." Max insisted."No, it's fine. I mean, it's really late. Your parents must

Max shook his head as he stood up from his bed and walked over to his wardrobe. He picked out a plain white t shirt and black pants from his wardrobe and dressed himself quietly before walking downstairs towards the kitchen. He stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he entered the house. He felt a small pang of guilt when he realised that he was the reason for his mother's tears the other night. He felt guilty for crying over something as trivial as a sandwich. He also felt guilty about leaving her alone the way he had that morning, but he knew that it was for the best. He couldn't deal with being around her right now. At least, not yet. He walked over to the fridge and began rummaging through its contents. He grabbed a bag of chips and tossed it into the microwave, waiting until it started heating up. Once it had finished cooking, he took the chips out, poured some ice cubes into a glass before grabbing a spoon and heading back to the lounge room.His mother was sitting on the cou

When he finally reached his apartment, he dropped his backpack and headed up the stairs two at a time. He burst through the door, slamming it behind him. He threw the key on his kitchen counter and then rushed past the kitchen into the living room. His mother was sitting on the sofa staring at a book on the coffee table. He ignored her and continued on into his bedroom. He slammed the door closed and then flopped down onto his bed. He pulled the blankets back and then buried his face into them, holding his breath as he tried to keep his sobs quiet. He closed his eyes, wishing that he could disappear completely from existence. Just disappear. He wished that he could forget everything. He wished that he could be as happy as everyone else seemed to be."Hey Max."The young boy opened his eyes and slowly sat up on the edge of his bed. He was lying facedown on his bed with his pillow pulled up to his forehead. He glanced over at his clock and noticed that it was almost 11:30 p.m. "Wha

The lobby was almost empty. Only one person was sitting behind the reception desk, reading a book and sipping from an oversized mug of coffee. He looked up as Max entered and gave him an uneasy smile. "Hi."Max nodded his head and walked over to the elevator. Once he was in, he pressed the button for the tenth floor. "Good morning."The man replied with a polite 'good morning', although his voice sounded slightly strained. He then asked, "Are you ready to go?"Max nodded. "Yes."A few seconds later the doors opened and he stepped out onto the tenth floor. He began walking towards the end of the hall. A few people greeted him along the way. Some of them he recognized. Others he didn't. He nodded his head politely at them. They either nodded back or smiled faintly at him."Good morning, Mr. Anderson." One woman said.Max acknowledged her with a nod."Mr. Anderson, are you alright?" a younger girl called out.Max nodded once again. Although he was used to hearing questions of such nat

He stood by the entryway of the kitchen, looking down at the floor. His mind kept coming back to the image of Max sitting alone in the bathroom.If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gotten that far. After staying silent for so long, the realization hit him like a slap in the face. Max wasn't the only one who was at fault for what happened that night.It wasn't entirely my fault, either, but it's definitely one of mine...and it shouldn't happen again. I should have known better. He clenched his fists and exhaled slowly. "This is so ridiculous…" he growled silently to himself. He rubbed his forehead, then turned and looked around the hallway, realizing that the only person who could possibly help him now would be his mom. She knew exactly what to do to fix things. She always seemed to know.As soon as he exited the house, he ran up the driveway towards her house, stopping only when he reached the porch steps. He waited patiently as he listened to the sounds of footsteps approachin