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“Irish, you can go around seeing the various facilities in this mansion, don't be shy to do anything you want.” “Yes I do, thank you so much madam, but I think, I want to visit the library first because I love reading books and studying.” “Oh, okay, That's good for you.” I went to the library and saw many very interesting and rare books in this mansion, which I had wanted to read for a long time. “Wow, this is so complete, the Maxwell boys must be thrilled to be in this library, if only they had the same hobbies as I do.”

Ryan asks referring to Maxwell.

She knew that she had to tell him. She didn't want this to go any further until he knew all about her. She needed him to know and was hopeful that he would be accepting. She was determined to speak with him about it later tonight. Right now, she didn't want to come down from the high she was on. They drove the ten minutes from the jewellery store to Maxwell's house. It was about four in the afternoon. His house was a nice three-bed, two-bath in a suburb of Springdale. When Dakota walked into the house, having known Emma, Maxwell's deceased wife, even she could sense her presence. It was not in any supernatural or ghostly manner, but the house had her signature on it. It was not the house of

The pleasant scent of old, crisp book pages was calming and relaxing. I had always loved reading, and that made me wonder why a man like Maximo had a well-maintained library in his home. With his dark tattoos, wild eyes, scars and scruffy ways, he definitely didn’t seem to be the type who would have much interest in spending his leisure time reading old books. And yet, he had a rather fine collection of books with a well-maintained library.

CHAPTER 31 MICHELSON POV “That was a very stupid move Maxwell .” I sat on my office couch with an arm resting on the back. The day had been not so well so far and I was starting to feel the tension, I wouldn't deny the fact that it had a lot to do about the trouble he had at home. "Things would have been better if we didn't cancel that deal." Maxwell said agitating me further. I was angry about the situation, and Maxwell saying something as spiteful as that.

"James built this company on steel and silence. He didn't build it for Cole to turn it into a soap opera. Rescue Romance? It’s vulgar." "It’s a good spin, Mother," a voice drawled from the corner. I turned to glare at my son. Maxwell was sprawled on a leather armchair, nursing a tumbler of scotch. It was 2:00 PM on a Tuesday. He was wearing a silk dressing gown over his trousers, his shirt unbuttoned, looking every bit the entitled, lazy spare he was. "You have to admit," Maxwell continued, swirling the amber liquid. "It plays better than “I Knocked Up My Cousin's Wife.” Cole’s PR team earns their keep."

the young girl whispered. "The archives are open to everyone here. That's why we came here," Mrs Maxwell said as she led them through the rows of shelves. They got to a particular shelf that was a different color from all the others. It was a very bright shade of pink. "We should find it here," Mrs Maxwell said as she halted. Cassarina quirked an eyebrow but said nothing. She began to pay attention to the titles of the books on that particular shelf. They were all pointing towards children's stories. She wondered how such an important document would be among a shelf filled with books for kids.

Rowen said and hug Emma to hiself. "Let's go inside," Mrs. Maxwell said and cover her husband's face with her hand. "Why are you covering my face?" Mr. Maxwell asked. "I don't want you to see their make out" Mrs. Maxwell replied. "They want to make out in my house?" Mr. Maxwell asked with a frown and Mrs. Maxwell burst into laughter. "We can go make out inside our room," Mrs. Maxwell said. "Oh that's great," Mr. Maxwell said and lift Mrs. Maxwell off the ground.

Maxwell’s home, saying he’d come back to get me in exactly one hour. The butler let me in, taking my coat before leading me to a lovely bedroom with Persian rugs and a bed fit for royalty. Dozens of pillows adorned the velvet bedspread, and I felt like the lucky one to have been chosen for such lavish accommodations. I hadn’t been inside the room for more than 30 seconds before Mr. Maxwell made his appearance. He was wearing a dark silk robe and holding a glass of dark liquor. His smile was the first thing I noticed. The second thing I noticed was how my body responded to his presence.

I asked. “Yeah you could say that, now just go in,” he said as he pushed me into the house and ohh my was it huge. Huge is absolutely an understatement. This was massive, but it was a very stunning house. “ And you really want to tell me the Maxwell's actually gave this house up for people who are not even their kids?” I asked as I faced him with a suspicious look. “ You could call and ask him if you are that suspicious you know, and we'll say it was a Darkwood home before the whole war between our families,” he said as he lifted me up in his arms.