Throughout the whole process, Maya Spencer was in a daze,
until 11 a.m. when they returned to bed again,
she said coolly, "If you want to behave, you have to pay the price."
The man listened to her and held her tighter, saying, "I’m willing to pay any price."
"Ha!" Liam Spencer listened to her remark and laughed again.
Imdiately after, Maya twisted her body and said disdainfully, "I’m tired, I want to sleep."
Liam listened to her words, imdiately rolled off her, lay on his side, and watched her sleep.
However, Maya slept until six in the afternoon, and when she woke up rubbing her eyes, she realized she was still in the hotel. She sighed helplessly, thinking, when can I leave?
What made her happy was that she didn’t see Liam on the bed, and she thought he had left.
Unexpectedly, when she changed her clothes and was about to sneak away, she saw him working in the study. Instantly, she felt desperate again and didn’t bother to escape. So she stood at the study door and said coldly, "I’m hungry."
At the desk, seeing the girl awake, Liam imdiately bead and waved her over to him.
Maya watched Liam’s invitation, took a deep breath, and walked towards him expressionlessly, standing in front of his desk, waiting for his orders.
"Co in." Liam, seeing her icy expression, still kept a smiling face.
Maya listened to his command, glanced at him, and walked into the desk slowly, standing in front of him.
At this mont, Liam turned the chair half a circle to face her, then reached out his right hand to hold her small hand.
Maya observed the man’s movent, instinctively took two steps forward, sat on him, and gently placed her hands on his shoulders.
Seeing the girl’s initiative, Liam was overjoyed, raised his right hand, pinched her chin, and asked, "Have you considered it?"
"Consider what?" Maya was baffled, not understanding what he ant.
"What do you think? Do you really want to be confined in the suite forever?" Liam carelessly reminded, actually asking if she was willing to stay by his side. Although ’forcing a confession’ was an, he’d do anything for Maya.
Maya listened to the man, laughed coldly twice, and after laughing, she casually retorted, "Do I really have a choice?"
"Maya, I won’t let you suffer." The man promised.
"I am already suffering." Maya retorted.
"Co on, I’ll take you to eat sothing good." Liam heard her grievance but didn’t continue the conversation. He just patted her shoulder, lifted her up, held her hand, and slowly walked to the living room, opened the door, and led her out to eat.
However, just as they reached the hotel lobby, they were surrounded by reporters.
Maya looked at the reporters rushing towards them, turned her head, and gave soone a fierce eye roll.
"Miss Hanson, have you reconciled with the third young master?"
"Miss Hanson, have you been discussing marriage with the third young master while staying in the suite for so long?"
"Third young master, what made you absent from the engagent banquet last ti?"
"Third young master..."
"Miss Hanson..."
Maya listened to the reporters’ endless questions and felt confused. Although she wanted to burst out, thinking that she represented Hanson Clan Group’s image, she imdiately held Liam’s arm, smiling warmly for the reporters to snap photos. She did not actively answer any questions but let Liam respond.
Liam, seeing her initiative, couldn’t hide his smile, responded confidently to the reporters’ questions.
He said, "Last ti was unexpected, so I missed the engagent banquet. As for the wedding, it’s only a matter of ti. We’re discussing it."
Maya listened to his response, took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at him with a laughing, angry expression, muttering through clenched teeth, "Scoundrel."
With her little toe, Maya could tell these reporters were arranged by Liam to catch her off guard, to firmly establish that Zoe Smith clarified last night that they hadn’t broken up.
Liam heard the girl’s reprimand, turned his head, looked into her eyes, and cheerfully responded, "Thanks for the complint."
The girl looked at his shaless guise, and with her hand still on his arm, pinched him hard, all while maintaining a smile on her face.
Liam felt the girl’s sneak attack and imdiately stopped, turned around, raised his right hand, and pinched her chin, kissing her lips without hesitation.
The reporters, seeing their sweetness, hurriedly snapped photos.
"Third young master, is the incident with model Freya Woods true? Has Miss Hanson forgiven you?" Suddenly, an especially ignorant reporter erged from the group.
Instantly, Liam’s face turned pale, staring intently at the reporter asking, while Maya’s eyes twinkled, knowing how to get rid of Liam.
But before she could speak, Liam took the lead. He said, "It’s fake, a tactic to stimulate my wife."
At this point, Liam openly called Maya his wife.
Maya listened to his clarifications, steaming with rage, but had to keep acting with him.
Not until they returned to the car did she grab her purse and throw it at Liam, scolding, "Can you be a bit more shaless?"
Liam watched the girl’s anger, reached out his right hand, pinched her chin, frowned and asked, "How am I shaless?"
"You ss around outside, and you want to help clear your na. Can you be any more shaless?" Before eting the reporters, Maya was like dead water, thinking she wouldn’t be angry anymore and wouldn’t have any emotional fluctuations, yet she was defeated by Liam.
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