Our Tomorrow, Intertwined (COMPLETE)

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Confrontation

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Confrontation

MAX hated being dependent on his wife.

He's not a fool to not understand his melancholy whenever he returns to his hotel suite in the Western Country. That feeling is caused by the absence of something...of someone.

Even if the private jet landed on Sutton City soil, the gloom inside his chest didn't subside. In fact, the restlessness in his being only got worse. There's this painful longing for Sutton City that he didn't quite understand earlier. He thought that the strange land of the west brought on the despondent feeling that had been festering in his heart for a few weeks ever since he left.

But he later realized that the longing he felt all this time isn't for Sutton City. It is because of a certain person.

He had stormed inside his mansion earlier and headed to his bedroom in search of Hyacinth. As soon as he saw her form on his bed, his tense muscles suddenly relaxed. The frown on his brows smoothened and his chest went livid and hyper, beating and ramming its delight against his chest as if calling out for her.

Returning his thoughts to the present, Max tucked his wife's naked body under the blanket. She had been so tired from their rigorous activity earlier. Max seemed to lose his self-control whenever she was around.

Sex was never this great before. The purpose of it was only to seek relief for his physical need. He never imagined that the act could become more intense to the point that it almost felt overwhelmingly terrifying.

She was terrifying.

Not in a bad way. It is just that...Max was independent his whole life and then all of a sudden, he finds himself pining for his wife who will, by the way, disappear in the future.

He is terrified, yes, because a time might come when he becomes too dependent and attached to Hyacinth that it might backfire. It all felt too much for him to comprehend and control.

Maximillian is indeed struggling to retain control over his heart in a futile attempt to vanquish the unwanted emotions that have been festering their way up in his chest but to no avail. If controlling one's emotions is an easy feat, then, he wouldn't be here in Sutton City right now just to see Hyacinth.

This dilemma is much worse than he thought. If he reacted this way because he parted from her for only a month, then how is he going to react when Hyacinth disappears for a decade?

The thought caused his chest to contract. Fuck!

Is he too late?

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HYACINTH woke up alone on the bed.

She looked around hoping that whatever happened earlier wasn't just a dream. Please. Let him be here.

But her sore muscles and aching sex is the proof that Max spent the afternoon with her.

"Good evening." His low, baritone voice replaced the deafening silence in the room. Hyacinth couldn't quite see him in the dark so she stretched her hands in front of her to reach for him.

"I need to go back tonight. Are you gonna be fine?"

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. Hyacinth shook her head and scampered on the bed, desperate to feel him in her arms. "Can't you extend?"

"No, Haya. I am needed there." He cleared his throat. "Consider this as an opportunity to not become too attached."

She scowled at the sudden coldness in his voice and his statement. Hyacinth could hardly believe that he is the same man who fucked her mindless a few hours ago.