Chapter 301 - 299 He Is Helpless [4th Update]
Therefore, he tiptoed to the sofa, slowly bent down, gently picked up the woman lying there, and carried her into her bedroom.
He didn’t take her to his own bedroom. Although his mood had improved for a moment earlier, it didn’t mean he could accept Maya Spencer sleeping beside him.
Both physically and psychologically, he was still rejecting Maya Spencer. He didn’t want her to fantasize on the bed that he was Lillian Morris. That would be the most cruel mockery to him.
However, whether it was three years ago or now, Maya Spencer never mistook Liam Spencer for Lillian Morris, nor did she think of Lillian Morris in bed.
In her eyes, Lillian Morris was sacred, and she couldn’t associate him with such unsightly matters.
Beside the big bed, Liam Spencer looked at the girl quietly sleeping and felt helpless. He thought if only her heart could have him, if only her dreams could include him, how wonderful that would be.
After staring at her for a moment, he returned to the living room and took the medicine prescribed at the hospital from the shelf at the entrance.
The medicine was for treating Maya Spencer’s knife wound. While she slept, he quietly unwrapped the old bandages from her hand, disinfected the wound, sprinkled some medicine powder, rewrapped it with new bandages, and then placed the medicine in the cabinet beside him.
Afterward, he sat by her bed for a long time, until memories of those bookmarks crossed his mind again. He swallowed hard, rose slowly, and returned to his own bedroom.
The next morning, Maya Spencer woke up at seven.
As she stretched lazily, she realized once more that she had been discharged from the hospital and was back living in Liam Spencer’s apartment.
Realizing this, she raised her hands and scratched her head in helplessness.
At that moment, she suddenly noticed the bandages on her wrist had been changed. Startled, she got up from bed to look for someone’s presence.
When she walked to the living room, she found the master bedroom door was open, so she gathered her courage and walked towards it.
Unfortunately, she didn’t see his presence in the bedroom, living room, or study room; it seemed he hadn’t come back last night.
Because usually, at this time, he would still be in bed sleeping.
But if he hadn’t come back, who had carried her from the sofa to the bedroom last night? And who had changed her bandages?
After thinking for a moment, Maya Spencer stopped dwelling on it. If Liam Spencer wanted to avoid her and didn’t want to see her, that was fine.
Days like this, coming home late and leaving early, continued for a week. Maya Spencer suspected he hadn’t come home at all during these days.
That day, she sat on the living room sofa, flipping through gossip news, and saw a piece about Liam Spencer, who was photographed by paparazzi together with a popular actress in a hotel parking lot the night before.
Maya Spencer looked at the news, took a deep breath, and stared at that familiar figure, feeling indescribable emotions inside.
Anger? Jealousy? Disappointment? No, she didn’t feel any of these, but there was a constant unease in her heart that caught her off guard.
As she scrolled through more photos, there were further revelations: another bar, another nightclub. In short, he hadn’t been idle the entire week, with more gossip news than Christopher Scott’s.
Seeing this mess of news, Maya Spencer let out a long sigh, rolled her eyes at the phone, and tossed it aside, deciding not to pay attention anymore.
The Liam Spencer in the news was becoming more and more unfamiliar to Maya Spencer. She never knew he could also be vulgar, getting caught up in the twilight world of glamour and glitz.
In the afternoon, Sister Taylor came and brought some dishes she cooked herself for Maya Spencer.
In the dining room, Maya Spencer sat at the table, eating alone with her head down.
At this moment, Sister Taylor spoke, "Miss, why don’t you go back home? It seems the young master has been quite busy recently. Let’s wait until he’s not so busy, and then come over."
Actually, Sister Taylor had seen the gossip news about Liam Spencer, so she came explicitly to take Maya Spencer home.
Maya Spencer wasn’t a fool. She understood the meaning behind Sister Taylor’s words, so she looked up with a smile and said, "Sister Taylor, don’t worry. Those gossip stories are nonsense. Liam Spencer comes home every day after work."
Sister Taylor saw Maya Spencer being strong and didn’t insist she return home. Instead, she stayed at the apartment with Maya Spencer. Rather than accompanying her, she was waiting to see what time Liam Spencer would return.
Unexpectedly, the guy came back at six-thirty today. Maya Spencer had been at his apartment for eight days, and he finally came back on time for a day.
In the living room, hearing the sound of Liam Spencer opening the door, Maya Spencer was surprised, but to avoid arousing Sister Taylor’s suspicion, she feigned calmness with a smile and said, "You’re back!"
Listening to the woman’s pleasant voice, Liam Spencer frowned without any sense of joy, until he saw Sister Taylor, and he understood the fake smile on her face.
Sister Taylor, seeing Liam Spencer really came back, no longer doubted Maya Spencer’s earlier defense, thinking perhaps those reporters were indeed making things up. Thus, she exchanged a few words with Maya Spencer and then left.
Now, only Liam Spencer and Maya Spencer were left in the apartment again.
In the living room, Maya Spencer saw Liam Spencer treating her like she was invisible, swallowed a gulp of water, silently turned off the TV, and sat motionlessly on the sofa.
Thinking about Liam Spencer’s recent escapades and his current indifference towards her, Maya Spencer felt equally disconsolate. She didn’t feel Liam Spencer had the right to throw tantrums at her; at least, she wasn’t promiscuous.
Even if she hadn’t achieved complete unity of mind and body, she hadn’t cuckolded Liam Spencer.
Her feelings remained purely genuine. The person she liked has always been Lillian Morris. As for his body, even during the three years abroad, she never let anyone so much as touch her, and it had solely been given to him from beginning to end.
So, she rather despised Liam Spencer and couldn’t understand why he went crazy. Wasn’t it just because she liked Lillian Morris? She lives such a difficult life, and when someone kind comes along without any ulterior motives, isn’t she allowed to have a moment of affection? Why push her into a corner? Was it necessary? Was there a need to bully someone like this?
Why did she have to live without freedom? Just because the women he’s slept with can’t have personal freedom? Thinking about these things made Maya Spencer’s chest ache with anger, increasingly wanting to catch the person who drugged them back then and ruthlessly torment them hundreds of times.
Many times she had wondered if nobody had drugged them that night, and if they hadn’t made that one mistake, would she be happier now?
Thinking of the past, Maya Spencer sighed deeply in resignation, then got up from the sofa and headed to her bedroom.
"Order me some takeout." At this moment, Liam Spencer came out of the study and gave instructions as he looked at her back.
"Sister Taylor brought some dishes over today, do you want to eat?" Maya Spencer heard his voice, turned around slowly, and calmly asked.
"Hmm!" the man responded softly, without much emotion.
What bothered him was that, after a week of fooling around outside, Maya Spencer showed no reaction whatsoever.