Maxwell's House Of Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He was looking at her swinging nipples. Without thinking, she graded her elbow on his forehead. Maxwell passed out immediately. "I'll deal with you later". ****** Amelia had picked up a shirt from Maxwell's closet. She found his diary where he recorded everything. On a mountain hill surrounded by dew, Maxwell had built a house. He had hoped he would take Amelia there so they could live together with his children. Far from the world and in love. He was obsessed with her. She could see it in his words. But he acted as though he didn't need her or like her.

Maxwell seems…different. Every piece of furniture is built of dark wood with a large display of maps and ancient books on the walls and shelves. There is a circular rug in the middle that resembles a symbol I don’t recognize. I nibble on my lip as my eyes sweep over his desk. I know better than to snoop, but it’s already distracting my crowded mind. I can’t stop myself. I’m being dragged in before I can think of the consequences. I noticed stacks of papers, a pen pot, and a closed laptop. But my eyes darted to a gold picture frame facing away from me.

With that, she abruptly closed the door and moved back just as Gregory, the chauffeur zoomed the car away, so she didn't see the way Maxwell briefly closed his eyes and muttered, "Amen to that." ***** At first, Ethan had insisted on following Maxwell to his mansion but the aloof CEO wouldn't hear of it. And so Ethan had no choice but to give in as since childhood, Maxwell had always had the upper hand in every argument or banter. Maxwell's magnificent and exquisite mansion is made up of two wings. The west wing which was the main part comprised his rooms, study, gym, library, indoor swimming pool, kitchen, guestrooms among others. While the east wing housed a kitchen, guestrooms and most imp

"I will see what I can do, what you tell me about Maxwell." "Max is no longer in the property, he is gone to another part of town, not only that he has decided to leave you and your baby boy. He can't read. No one can know that he was here. I also told the staff not to let anything out with regards to him hanging around and being around here." " I don't understand. I thought that he was going to pitch a speech about being a double agent. Is the timing not right or is it too risky or what the hell's going on?"

"This is simply a visit from some of Mr. Cox's business partners. We wanted to speak with you directly." I keep my hands in my lap where he can't see them shaking. "About what?" He considers the question. "Maxwell works for us, and he is currently in a sensitive period," he says. "Professionally. There are arrangements in place, investments, contracts, and structures that require his complete attention. When he is focused, things run smoothly. When he is distracted…" A small pause. "Things become complicated." "I don't know anything about his business." "No," he agrees. "And that's as it should be." He tilts his head slightly. "What you do know about is his home life, his peace of mind, and

Small and bright with good light and walls that needed painting and a kitchen that actually worked. Completely mine. Max helped me move boxes. He was extremely vocal about the weight of every single one. “What is in this?” he said, dropping a box onto the floor. “Books,” I said. “You don’t own this many books.” “Grayson gave me some.” Max looked at the box. Then at me. “He gave you books.” “From the Queens bookshop,” I said. “He went back.” Max was quiet for a moment. “Okay,” he said. “I like him.”

A housekeeper came to my assistance as soon as she saw me. "Evening ma'am. I'll show you to your room." She said politely. "Where's Mr. Maxwell?" I asked out of curiosity. What was so important that he had to literally run away like I was the plague? "He'll be busy for a while in his office, ma'am," She answered, while gesturing to me to follow her. And I did until we reached where I was supposed to live for the rest of my days here in this house. I had imagined by the looks of Theodore Maxwell and his actions, I wouldn't be living in his room. I was only proven right when I entered what seemed like the simplest yet elegant guest room with a color scheme of white and lilac.

And I managed, without much effort, to help decorate the large Christmas tree in the room next to the fireplace, and in addition, it still allowed me to be a reasonable companion for Gabby. But like every good side hides its bad side, Washington was a subway away from Boston, the city where Jon Maxwell lived, and where his company, Maxwell Enterprises, stood in an imposing building. I still didn't know many details about Jon, but it didn't take me long to understand that his proximity would be the perfect alibi for the person I least wanted to meet to reappear.

"Obviously not. It's still midday, and my mother is still working downtown." Maxim was the next to shake his head. "Then just come here." "Would you like your father's men or anyone else to complain about your visit to our house?" Maxine, you've been challenged. "Anyway, you stayed in my room while my mother was away. Why did you hesitate?" Frankly. It just makes my heart race a little faster. Maxim's mind. Maxine snatched the nearly melted gelato from Maxim's grasp, then drew —grasping that big hand and bringing that young man into the house —into her room with her free hand.

I noticed that Alex was more attentive to this house than the others so I decided to approach him. "You seem to like this house," I said as I wrap my hand around his arm. "Yeah, I do," he replied as he gazes through the backyard. "Any reason?" I asked. "This is where we used to live before my dad passed," he said, giving me a sad smile. No wonder he was approaching this house differently. "I didn't even know it was on sale. I thought this house would've been destroyed or abandoned," he said with awe. "This is the nearest one to your university as well," I said, giving him a knowing smile.