My Wife Is So Sweet novel Chapter 565

Chapter 565 Being High and Mighty

Max didn't let Laura go until she couldn't feel her lips.

In a husky voice, he asked, "Did you taste it?"

Laura covered her mouths with both hands. Her tongue was so numb that she couldn't speak. She could only scowl at him with her almond-shaped pretty eyes. Her curly eyelashes were draped with glinting tears. She looked a bit wronged and a bit lost, which made her even more stunningly beautiful.

Max's deep eyes bore into hers. Waves of desire raged in the depths of his eyes.

Laura was startled by his intense gaze. Sensing the hand on her waist grew increasingly hotter, she jumped to her feet, shoved Max, and yelled, "You perv!"

She then dashed into the kitchen.

Max cocked his brows. He lowered his eyes and saw his private part, then rubbed his forehead in distress.

"What a perturbing babe!" he cried inwardly.

Laura fetched milk out of the fridge. The burning sensation didn't recede until she gulped down two glasses of milk.

Max also drank a lot of water. His lips were glaringly red due to the sting of the hot chili. Laura had never seen him being in such a sorry state before. She couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Her anger ebbed, too.

She looked at the clock again. It was almost 8 pm. It was completely dark outside. The wind howled, and dark clouds blotted out the moon, foreboding a storm. She frowned and asked, "Shouldn't you leave now?"

Her tone showed that she didn't want Max to stay at all.

Max was a little miffed. He was used to seeing others beg him to stay. When had he ever been driven out before?

Still, he maintained a cool face. He grabbed his phone and said, "I'll call my driver right off."

Laura didn't say more. She turned around and went into the bedroom, leaving Max alone in the living room.

Not long ago, Blaine got her a part in a costume TV play. It would start shooting in a week, so she had to familiarize herself with the script as soon as possible.

This TV play was not big-budget. But it had caught the attention of many because the novel it was based on was a hit. Plus, with Lily, the famous actress, playing a part in it, the cast alone was very impressive.

Laura involuntarily knitted her brows at the thought of Lily.

She didn't need to think to know that Lily would not leave her out of harm's way during the shooting. She just had to handle more trouble.

"Alas!"

After heaving a sigh, Laura decided not to think about it. She picked up the script and began to read.

When Max walked in, he saw Laura sitting at the desk, reading a script by the lamp. The warm light poured on her profile, setting off her exquisite and chiseled features. Her skin was smooth. Her pink lips were slightly pursed. Her curly eyelashes quivered, which seemed to be tickling Max's heart.

Right at this moment, Max's phone vibrated. He glanced down and saw it was the driver's call.

Inexplicably, he pressed "Decline".

He then strode into the room.

His footsteps staggered Laura, who was sitting by the lamp. She looked up and asked, "Is the driver here?"

Max shook his head and furrowed his brows. "Perhaps the traffic is heavy. I think he'll get here soon."

"Do you know how many artists still have no job offers even after they're signed by entertainment companies? They can hardly get to play an extra even though they've tried all means! Compared with them, I think I'm kinda lucky!

"Mr. Nixon, I believe you know perfectly how hard it is to become a star. Still, you're used to judging others' achievements with your high and mighty attitude and your ridiculous sense of superiority. Don't you think you've gone too far?"

Laura's speech was powerful and rousing, which carried a note of seriousness and solemnity that she rarely showed.

Max was flummoxed. It seemed that he didn't expect her to get so worked up. As he saw the earnest look in her eyes, his sleek brows knitted together.

All of a sudden, he found that Laura was different from all the women he usually associated with.

Those women were all social climbers. Even if they could not marry into the rich, they would at least also seize every opportunity to hype their fame. Many would even trade sex for more important roles.

But Laura was not like that. Max had investigated her background. She had a clean record. After having sex with her that night, he was certain that it was her first time. A virtuous woman like her could hardly be found in the chaotic entertainment circle. Yet, Laura managed to stay in the circle, for she truly loved being an actress.

Max had been in the entertainment industry for years. He had seen all kinds of artists, but very few were like Laura.

Thinking of that, his strong attitude softened a little.

Seeing that Max was not answering, Laura thought he would not even bother to criticize her opinions. Crestfallen, she sank back into her seat and mumbled, "Forget it. I knew like you wouldn't understand."

As she spoke, a thunderclap struck. With the loud rumble, the earth seemed to start shaking.

Laura jumped in fright. Deftly, Max reached out and held her in his arms so that she didn't fall.

A bolt of lightning shaped like a silver snake flashed by the window. Laura muttered, "It's raining?"

With a frown, Max said, "This morning's weather forecast said a typhoon would arrive tonight."