Henry listened to Maya’s words, his face turning pale. He furrowed his brows and looked at Maya, smiling bitterly, "Maya, why do you do this? You don’t need to deliberately make dislike you; I can make my own judgnts."
Henry saw Maya’s self-deprecation and felt extrely uncomfortable. The steadfast confidence he always had was finally shaken by her; it turned out Maya really disliked him, and it was just his own overconfidence.
He took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and gently touched Maya’s little face, "Stop saying those harsh words. It pains my heart when you do this."
Maya looked at Henry’s pained expression and his desolate deanor, thinking to herself that if she was going to act, she might as well go all out and add fuel to the fire, so he could completely give up.
So she sneered twice, removed Henry’s hand, and asked him, "Henry, do you know what I did just now?"
"I don’t want to know."
"I just went to my boyfriend’s company, are you sure you still like despite being so cheap?"
"Maya, shut up, don’t say anymore." Henry looked at Maya’s hopeless attitude, sowhat annoyed, he grasped her shoulders tightly, forcing her to be quiet.
"Henry, are you stupid?" Maya said while starting to undress, showing him the marks on her body, hoping he would completely give up and stop wasting ti.
Henry’s kindness towards her created pressure and guilt. Looking at his innocent gaze, she inexplicably pitied him, feeling unworthy of his affection.
Knowing full well there would be no result between them, she didn’t want to waste his emotions or ti.
Henry looked at the indifferent Maya, watched her nonchalantly take off clothes, saw the various kiss marks on her body, and imagined her offering herself to another man. For a mont, Henry was stunned, his mind blank.
How could his Maya be such an unscrupulous girl? But those glaring marks were indeed real, beyond doubt.
Seeing the mocking smile at the corners of her mouth, seeing her continually ask him, did he see it? Those were evidence of her love for soone else.
Henry was about to go mad, driven insane by Maya. Then he heard a loud slap.
Suddenly, the office beca quiet, Maya’s voice ceased, and he didn’t even hear her breathing.
When Henry ca back to his senses, he saw Maya covering her little face with her right hand, lowering her head, and squatting motionlessly in front of the desk.
It was then that Henry realized, in his fury, he slapped Maya.
Henry, overwheld with anger, acted impulsively, slapped Maya, telling her to shut up. That slap used nearly all his strength, and Maya couldn’t bear his slap, accidentally bumping into the desk corner, causing her stomach to hurt so much she squatted on the ground, motionless.
The man never imagined he would one day lay hands on Maya. Seeing her squatting on the ground, he panicked and knelt before her with a thud, cupping her face to explain.
"Maya, I’m sorry! I acted in a mont of carelessness, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!"
As he cupped Maya’s little face, he found it swollen from his slap, with blood at the corners of her mouth, her face showing pain.
Faced with Henry’s apology, Maya remained silent, thinking to herself, if this slap could calm him down, could make him stop loving her, then she’d accept it.
Troubles never co singly for her today. At this mont, it felt like a dream, her mind dizzy, unable to process anything.
Listening to Henry’s apology, she squatted on the ground, her little face being held, her gaze not directed at him, slowly covering her chest, sneakily fastening the remaining buttons.
Seeing Maya not speaking, Henry imdiately grabbed her little hand, slapped it against his own face, saying, "Maya, I’m sorry, I was too angry just now, hit back, okay? You can hit as many tis as you want, Maya, please, don’t be mad at , alright?"
Maya heard the man’s plea, swallowed a gulp of air, withdrew her little hand and calmly said, "I’m not angry. You’ve helped so much before, what does a slap matter? If it makes you feel better, you can give a few more, it’s not a problem."
In reality, Henry’s slap had instead cleared Maya’s mind, allowing her to recognize her current position, seeing clearly that she couldn’t offend anyone, nor was there anyone she could offend.
Therefore, keeping a low profile is the best option; these people who treat her well, rely see her as pretty with so value to use. If she doesn’t follow their intentions, she’s nothing, worth nothing!
For too long, she has overestimated herself, overestimated her abilities and endurance.
At the Spencer Family, she could only survive by clinging to others, only by winning favor could she survive, there was no respect at all.
She felt pitiful; born in modern tis, yet her situation was reminiscent of ancient tis.
"Maya, please don’t be like this, alright? You make very scared like this." Henry grabbed the girl’s arm, pulling her into his embrace, trying to offer her so comfort, to calm her emotions a bit.
But he only heard Maya explain once more, "Henry, I don’t like you; your kindness creates great pressure for , let go, alright?"
Listening to Maya’s plea, it was like a knife twisting in his heart, was this the destined outco?
If this was truly what Maya wanted, then he’d grant it.
So, he pushed Maya away, staring into her eyes, asked, "Maya, is this really what you want?"
She looked into his eyes, speaking firmly, "Every word is true!"
"Maya! You’re truly heartless; you will regret this, regret today’s decision, you definitely will."
"Hmm! I hope that day cos," Maya replied calmly.
Henry saw her disdain and determination, let go and walked away. After half a month without seeing her, he never imagined the next eting would end like this.
He always thought she was pressured by the Spencer Family, so she intentionally disguised herself, but it turned out she had no one in her heart.
After Henry left, Maya locked herself in the office and secretly cried. Within a day, she felt she was on the brink of collapse, all defenses crumbling. Why must she be the Spencer Family’s illegitimate child? Why did her mother abandon her? Why was her life so painful?
Until the evening, when the denouncing eting with Kinsley was taking place in the living room, she still hadn’t gone ho.
In the living room, Aunt Hannah said, "That Little Demon is certainly guilty, dare not return."
Kinsley saw Aunt Hannah fanning the flas and rudely glared at her, scolding, "Aunt Hannah, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can’t speak indiscriminately, the photo is rely an issue of angle."
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