Todos los capítulos de Bound by Revenge, Saved by Love: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Ada Two hours away from ending my workday, I’m near the garden cleaning some windows on the other side of the house when l hear laughter and splashing water. Curiously, I walk the few steps that will allow me to peer over the edge of the wall. I see Maximilian Loxley right away, and he’s holding Sammy who’s kicking his legs and laughing hysterically. His hair is wet and the strands are all practically glued to his forehead. His shoulders are bare; he’s probably only wearing swim shorts. And he’s smiling. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him genuinely smile before. I don’t know why I give a fuck about the scene before me. I think it’s because of the happiness it’s oozing. Sammy has such a cute laugh, and his uncle is holding his body just above the surface of the water as he kicks his legs, splashing water everywhere. “That’s it,” he says in his authoritative voice. “Keep kicking. Don’t stop.”“I’m trying!” Sammy exclaims. I can’t make myself look away, so I stand there for a handful

AdaI’ve decided that I should keep my distance from Maximilian Loxley. I have the feeling that what’s happening isn’t healthy at all, and I need to get my priorities in order so I don’t forget what I’m doing here. What I mean is that there’s too much friendliness involved and that’s not good. I’m here for a specific purpose and won’t be deterred. So, I keep my head lower than usual during breakfast and force myself not to look at him. It’s not as easy as I thought, which means me wonder how often I actually looked at him. But whatever. That’s in the past now. I have to think about how I’ll get my hands on more information. When will I have the chance to make it upstairs again? I need to find an opportune moment where I won’t be caught. It’s important that I don’t get caught. Again. Today, I’ll be working on the sitting areas. It’s more responsibility but Mrs. Danes tells me that she thinks I can handle it. The good thing is that the sitting room isn’t too far from the stairs.

Maximilian"I'm the one who has to deal with them, Mr. Loxley," she claims as she steps forward. She's so aggressive, this woman. I wonder if she even realizes it. "It makes my work experience here terrible.""And why is that?" I ask curiously. "Because everyone looks at me like I'm some Sheila!" she exclaims. "They think we have an affair and I don't want people thinking that!""They'll think we're having an affair because I helped you carry a bucket?" She clenches her jaw. "You don't get it, okay? Maybe you're just too rich to understand."I can feel a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "What does my financial situation have to do with any of this, Miss Johnson? I don't understand what you mean at all.""Forget about it," she claims before she whirls around. However, this time, I'm not going to let her escape so easily. I reach over and grab her arm before she can get away, and pull her closer. "No. Nothing will be forgotten. You're going to tell me exactly why you said tho

Ada The whole day at work, I’m distracted just thinking about what Harry told me, and I have to admit that the more I think about it, the less sense it makes. Why wouldn’t Damson tell me this? Besides, I don’t think that what I heard them argue about had anything to do with this although Harry mentioned something about—Oh, my thoughts are all scrambled now and I can’t be sure of what I heard. All I know is that Harry didn’t lie to me. Why would he? As for Damson, well, I wish I could comfort him right now. I didn’t think his distance had anything to do with a personal matter of his. I just thought he was mad at me because I decided to start working for these people again. I’ve been so distracted that I haven’t noticed Maximilian Loxley much, thank heavens for that. Maybe this is how it’s going to be from now on. I think that whatever this is that’s going on between us is going to slowly be forgotten over the weeks or even days, and then things will finally get back to normal for m

MaximilianI kiss her. I fucking kiss her. I think I grab her face and she stands up, both of us moving backward until her back hits the door of my office hard, making a sound that should scare me but doesn’t, our lips locked. I lose my mind for a moment. I’m overcome by this feverish sensation that races up and down my spine before it settles on my chest, burning bright and nearly suffocating me. Is this feeling desire? Lust? Need? Or a mixture of all three? Her hands are grabbing the lapels of my shirt, pulling me close as our mouths move together. My tongue darts out, settling on her lower lip. She parts her lips for me, allowing me entrance into her sweet mouth. My tongue finds hers and the two move like intimate friends. Like lovers. This is the first time I’ve ever kissed her but it doesn’t feel like it. It’s like my body knows her, and hers knows mine. The moment ends abruptly. She stills, becoming as rigid as a rock, and I break the kiss before taking a few steps away fr