But to protect Maya Spencer and achieve her goal, she must first listen to Maya, earn her trust.
So, she thought for a while, nervously gripping Maya’s hand, and said, "Alright! Maya, I’ll trust you this ti. I’ll hand these pieces of evidence over to the police. If the investigation proves it’s true, you must follow my arrangents. But don’t ask who provided the evidence, I don’t want to implicate the innocent."
Maya looked at Ella Turner’s anxious expression, nodded to her, and said, "Alright, I promise you."
Although she was eager to catch the person who frad Liam Spencer, she couldn’t rush into it. Fortunately, Ella agreed to hand the evidence to the police for investigation. It was a small progress.
Maya had 100% trust in Liam, so she wasn’t afraid to give the evidence to the police. She believed that things would never be as the villain claid, that the police would cover up for Liam. She believed the truth would co to light.
For Liam, Maya had a kind of inexplicable trust, very trusting him.
At this mont, Ella again pulled Maya and said, "Maya, regarding this matter, don’t let slip in front of Liam. I’m afraid he might harm you."
Ella feared that once Maya knew the truth, Liam might silence her to keep it hidden.
"Alright!" Maya reluctantly agreed, yet she wasn’t afraid that Liam would harm her because she knew he wouldn’t.
After leaving the café, Maya proposed to accompany Ella to the police station, but Ella refused.
Maya, seeing that Ella didn’t want her by her side, didn’t force it. Instead, she went to Liam’s villa.
The matter of evidence disturbed her mood, and she felt uncomfortable staying alone in the apartnt, so she returned to the villa.
Nowadays, she wandered around Liam’s ho as if it were her own, feeling completely at ease.
At six o’clock in the afternoon, Liam ca back to the villa after work, on ti to have dinner and watch TV with her.
In the bedroom, Liam looked at Maya coming out of the bathroom after a shower. He quickly walked towards her, holding her half-damp hair and said, "Maya, you have sothing on your mind."
"I don’t." Maya denied, but she indeed had things weighing on her mind.
Looking at her evasive eyes, the man didn’t press her further. Instead, he pulled her onto the large bed, picked up the hairdryer, and helped her dry her hair.
After her hair was dry, he pressed Maya beneath him and said, "During dinner, your expression was off, you kept glancing at , and it was quite anomalous."
Ella’s words today troubled Maya. She wanted to tell Liam about the evidence, to let him know soone was framing him, but she didn’t know how to open up about it, and moreover, she had promised Ella.
At this mont, being asked by Liam, she felt a guilty conscience. Looking at the man’s concerned expression, she suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to comfort and protect him.
She imdiately raised her hands, tightly wrapping them around his neck, her face snuggled close to his.
"What? Using emotional tactics to get past this?" Liam wasn’t buying into Maya’s conciliatory approach.
Listening to his gentle and pleasing voice, Maya raised her hands and pushed him away, then knelt beside him, looking at him with an aggrieved expression.
The man looked at her pitiful expression, sat cross-legged on the bed, reached out his right hand, pinched her chin, and asked, "Maya, what’s wrong?"
Maya, seeing his concern for her, pouted, quickly crawled onto him, burying her face in his shoulder, holding him tight.
Today, Maya was unusually clingy, going against her usual deanor, making Liam incredibly fond of her.
His left hand held her waist, while his right hand gently lifted her face from his shoulder, gently stroking it, asking, "Maya, are you unhappy? Not willing to tell what’s wrong?"
Looking at his tender gaze, Maya cradled his handso face with both hands and said, "I just want to hug you."
"Maya, we shouldn’t have secrets between us, can we? If you have worries, tell , with around, you don’t need to worry." Liam loved it when Maya acted coquettishly with him.
But today, Maya’s charm didn’t work; he was still eager to know the reason behind her unhappiness.
"Liam!" At this ti, Maya’s hands tightly held his wrists, looking at Liam with utmost grievance.
"I’m here."
"Liam, I don’t know who gave Ella evidence related to the car accident, alleging you murdered Ethan Turner, claiming that you did it because you were afraid I liked Ethan, so you killed him." Finally, Maya couldn’t resist Liam’s kindness and spilled everything.
Liam listened to the girl’s confession, his brows furrowing slightly. He was surprised but not greatly affected by such wrongful accusations.
He only stared seriously into Maya’s eyes and solemnly asked, "What do you think about this matter?"
The man’s expression was serious and earnest. He didn’t care about others’ accusations but deeply cared about Maya’s view of him.
Maya, looking at the sudden sharpness in his eyes, felt pained. She stared deeply into his eyes, not uttering a word.
Seeing her silence, Liam suddenly felt sad, thinking, does Maya not trust him? Is her acting coquetishly with him rely an attempt to extract his thoughts?
In a mont, he was overwheld with sadness, so poignant it was difficult to breathe, his palms aching with tension, while his grip on her shoulders tightened.
He took a deep breath, swallowed, and looked directly into Maya’s eyes, urgently asking, "Maya, what’s your opinion?"
Clearly, his tone and manner of speaking had changed, lacking the previous tenderness.
Maya observed the man’s sudden shift in attitude and unconsciously moved closer, becoming more intimate.
She stared into his eyes, earnestly saying, "I feel for you."
As soon as Maya finished her sentence, Liam was choked up. He wasn’t usually emotional, yet Maya’s words nearly brought him to tears; biting his lower lip, he found himself overwheld by the charming girl before him.
Maya’s expression of pity left him deeply satisfied; he was close to adoring this little darling of his.
Maya, seeing the man’s helpless expression, cupped his cheeks with her palms, compassionately saying, "Since Ethan’s passing, you’ve been tirelessly managing everything, yet you’re still being frad. Liam, I’m really furious, I want to expose the scoundrel wronging you, but I still don’t know who she is."
During the day, Maya had spent the whole day at the villa pondering. The more she thought about it, the more she felt soone was deliberately framing Liam; the more she thought, the more pitied Liam. She never had such a feeling, the impulse to protect soone so strongly, feeling unjust for him, feeling compassion deeply.
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