The Mischievous Mrs Maxfield Novels & Stories

"Oh, she's legitimate alright. DNA tests, birth certificates, the whole nine yards. The Field family lawyers are very thorough." The Field family. I rolled the name around in my mind as I sipped my wine. Where had I heard that name before? Field. Field. Miss Field. Then it clicked. The woman at Maxwell's office. The one who'd been arguing about an engagement announcement. Margaret had called her Miss Field, and Maxwell had seemed annoyed by her presence. She'd been dressed expensively. Maxwell's fiancée. Miss Field. "Mama, can we go look at the ocean?" Ethan tugged on my dress.

James Smith ordered Max Holland with his eyes closed without looking at her. Max Holland hesitated: "Mr. Smith, why don't you talk to the lady first." James Smith frowned fiercely: "What lady, drive!" "drive!" Smelling that the president was angry, Max Holland didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly started the car. But Max Holland didn't want Rachel West to suddenly circle in front of the car and stop him. She opened her arms in a deadly attitude. Max Holland was startled, hurriedly braked, and looked at James Smith in embarrassment: "Mr. Smith, Miss West seems to be in a hurry to find you, why don't you go and have a good talk with her."

Growing exasperated, the employee replied, "Ms. Lucille, we cannot reveal any more information to you. If you still have any questions, please ask your lover, Mr. Lucas Yates." Lover. I was overwhelmed by embarrassment the instant I heard that term. I initially thought I was Lucas' lawfully wedded wife, yet it turned out that I was nothing but a mistress. The crowd erupted into whispers, and I heard someone say, "My goodness, she sure is stupid! Did she seriously believe the certificate that man gave her was real? She's nothing but a homewrecker!" I fled City Hall, feeling utterly devastated. Seven years of dating and three years of marriage… Was all of that just a blissful lie?

Honey, why are you hissing, it's not funny aswear," Mrs. Maxwell said sadly. "Honey put your mind at rest Miss Maxwell is fine" Mr. Maxwel replied her. "But she's trying to disgrace me, my friend's son will be back next week," Mrs. Maxwell said. "Don't worry my dear, so far I remain Maxwell, I'll get her, Miss Maxwell only go on a holiday, she will soon be back, trust me" Mr. Maxwell said with a smile. "I just wanna hear her voice, I want to be sure she's fine," Mrs. Maxwell said worriedly.

She would be with him even if he never married her! Madison quickly assured Camila, "Don't worry, Mrs. Lance Senior. You brought me into this house, and I will follow all your instructions." … The next morning, Maxwell went downstairs alone to have breakfast. Since it was the weekend, the two children were still sleeping in, enjoying their day off from school.

She’d always been good with children, one of the few positive memories I had from my childhood. Maxwell approached, extending his hand politely. “I’m Maxwell. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs…?” “Maude Faye,” she said, shaking his hand firmly. “I’m sorry to drop by so late like this. I was just released and didn’t have anywhere else to go.” “Released from where?” Maxwell asked casually, and my blood froze in my veins. “From…” Maude glanced at me uncertainly. “From staying with friends out of state,” I lied smoothly, jumping in before she could answer honestly.

“We have spies. Mischa said she saw the marriage certificate while looking for her sketchbook in Daddy’s study.” Mischa shrugged, unapologetic. “I wanted to check if my new aunt had a decent IQ.” Pascha leaned against the doorframe, his gaze sweeping lazily across the room. “For the record,” he said, glancing at Mischa still busy with the Legos, “Max’s mommy is more than decent. She’s way too decent.”

Smith and Joshua had sought refuge by coming here. Maxwell turned to Nancy and said in a malicious tone, "Where is Miss White? Tell her to come and serve Madame, and bring two cups of coffee." "No need, I can walk and move, there's nothing to serve me for." Mrs. Smith smiled and spoke, oblivious to the mischievous twinkle in Maxwell's eyes, thinking he was just finding a regular maid for her. "Aunt, it's okay, you can instruct her if there's anything you need." Maxwell smiled.

“Okay, I entrust it to you. Keep doing your best. “ Said Mrs. Maxwell, and she returned to her room. She also took off the white robe she was wearing and put it on the shoulder of the chair and sat down and struggled with the documents piled up on her desk. Mrs. Maxwell is a hardworking professor. She went to great lengths to find medicine breakthroughs and come up with plans to market them.

Mrs. Wilson thought of something. She chuckled and said, “Well, that sounds good too. You don’t have to eat anything. I won’t disturb your private time with Maxwell!” Sonnet knew that Mrs. Wilson had misunderstood her, but she did not bother to clarify herself and headed upstairs anyway Upon entering her room, she saw Maxwell holding his piggy bank and examining it. “What are you doing?” She asked curiously. “I’d like to earn money,” Maxwell said. “Earn money?”