All Chapters of Miss Maxwell I Want You Now : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 81: A strange alliance Sarah’s heart plummeted, and she subtly turned her face away, in case her frazzled emotions were exposed on her face. James froze like a statue. The feeling was immediate like a person caught doing something wrong. But the surprised and confused one was Edward. He knew that James and Sarah had no relationship of any sorts or any projects together. He had never even seen them talking except for polite perfunctory greetings. But now he found them in what he suspected to be a tense and serious conversation. The box of tissues on James's table tipped off alarm bells in his head. He tried to read Sarah's face but she was not looking at him. She had turned her face away in a bid to ignore him. She did not even want to look at him or see his face. That was how far she was willing to go to ignore and avoid him.It stung.It stung more than he would like to admit.He pushed down the pang of hurt and bitterness it welled up inside him. His voice was steady and c

CHAPTER 83: Sounds like a sad dating profileEdward tilted his head slightly, studying him. “You’ve been weird lately.”James's eyes snapped up immediately, a brow raised, feigning nonchalance. “Define ‘weird.’”“You’re twitchier. Guarded. Almost skittish. Like you’re holding something back…hiding something.”James’s chest tightened, but he masked it with a shrug. “Maybe I am. Or maybe I’m just tired of watching you ruin your life with a woman you don’t even love.”Edward snorted, his mood taking a nosedive into the pits of irritation and disdain. “Veronica again?”James mentally gave himself a pat on the back for successfully deviating the issue.“She’s a disease you keep feeding,” he further snapped, more sharply than intended. “You told me the truth that night, Edward. When you were drunk, you said it yourself: you love Sarah, not her. You said Sarah was the only woman who ever made you feel anything. And I know for a fact that you don't even like this girl, so why she still hangs

CHAPTER 85: Deja VuBenicio reached out and took Sarah’s trembling hands in his. “You won’t lose them. And you’re not alone. I’m here. As always. We’ll protect them. But running from this…avoiding the truth, it won’t make it go away. Especially not now that James knows already.”A tear slipped down her cheek. Why was it that she could never catch a break? “He must think that I'm a horrible person for keeping the truth from his friend. But he has no idea how rough I had it after I was betrayed by the people who were meant to be my family. How I found out I was pregnant thousands of miles away from everything familiar. How I cried every night wondering if I was doing the right thing.”“I know,” Benicio said softly. “I was there. But Sarah, the children… they deserve to know who their father is.” Her wet lashes flew up, revealing her panicked blue orbs to him. But he quickly pressed his point home. “I understand how you feel. You know I love Robbie and Liam like my own. I wished they

CHAPTER 87: I want my mommyThe city pulsed with life as Edward's car navigated through the bustling streets and the mid-morning traffic. James's vehicle trailed closely behind his. Edward sat in the backseat, sharp dark eyes scanning through emails on his phone, mind fully engaged with the upcoming meeting. The hum of the engine and the rhythmic motion of the car provided a semblance of calm amidst the fast moving pace of his thoughts.Every thought about what happened in James' office was totally forgotten. There was no point dwelling any further on it. If it was very imperative for him to know, and James didn't tell, then, there were several ways he had to sniff out what he wanted to. For now he will focus on his business and the upcoming meeting.As they approached a busy intersection, he briefly took his eyes off his phone screen, his eyes darting to the window. Something immediately caught his eye—a small figure darting towards the road. His heart skipped a beat. He leaned forwa

CHAPTER 89: She’s mine, isn't she?Edward's feet felt like lead as he stepped into the warmly lit living room, Robyn was still clinging to him, her small arms still wrapped tightly around his neck. James trailed slowly behind him, the little girl's backpack dangling from his hand. The house smelled faintly of lavender, but there was also a pervading sense of gloom and despair. As they entered, ushered in by the housekeeper who looked surprised but relieved to see Robyn in his arms, his gaze swept across the room, landing on the disheveled figure of Sarah. She was laying in Cara’s arms crying, her sobs… uncontrolled, raw, and piercing. Her hair was falling out of its erstwhile elegant bun, strands plastered to her tear-streaked face, her nose red and raw. Benicio stood nearby, speaking urgently into his phone, his jaw clenched, his expression a mixture of fear and frustration. Edward felt like he was in an alternate universe. The little girl in his arms was really Sarah’s child. She