Foreign Boy Took My Heart (Completed)✔

Chapter-48 *Happy Ending!*✔

Please read the A/n at the end of the chapter.

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*Jessica's P.O.V*

"There's the house," Max said, pointing to the end of the street.

The lane was shaped liked horseshoe, so the house seemed to be the head of the street. As he parked the car, I stared at it in awe.

Big black gates guarded the entrance. A black box, which looked like an intercom, was placed against the wall. Through the gates, I could clearly see the house.

"Ready?" Max asked, taking my hand.

I looked at him and smiled. "Ready."

He nodded and as I turned back to the house, I noticed the gates were opened, inviting us inside. Holding hands, we stepped inside. I looked around the foyer and my jaw dropped.

It was bright, filled with many windows and marble floors. I noticed a gardener picking flowers from the huge backyard through one of the windows. There were parts of the house that looked like it was made out of glass or something, because the sun hit a certain angle and a blurred rainbow showed on the floor.

"It's beautiful," I murmured.

"Yeah, but not more than you. Now come on, they’re expecting us," Max replied, and led me inside.

As we entered in the first room, we were greeted by a woman who I guessed was his mother. My eyes widened as I took in her looks. She was beautiful. Her brown wavy hair fell past her shoulders and her blue eyes shone brightly. She wore a white shirt and a pencil skirt.

"Hey, dear," she greeted with a wide smile.

She pulled me into a hug, placing her hand on my head.

"Hello, Aunty," I blushed.

"You can call me Macy." She smiled.

"Um, actually, we don't take the names of our elders and as..." I trailed off, when I noticed her smile fading.

She clapped her hands and grinned. "Wow, that's great. I’m going to learn many things from you." She then turned to Max and winked. "I already like her."

"Me too." Max smiled but I noticed his cheeks going red.

"C'mon, Macy, we want to meet her, too," someone shouted from behind her and Max groaned.

"Seriously, Mom? I thought it was a family dinner." Max rolled her eyes.

Macy shot an apologetic look in my direction and said, "I’m really sorry. They kept bugging me to meet you since they heard about you at our anniversary party. I wanted to tell you, but then Max wouldn't have brought you here."

"Mom, not cool. You know..."

I cut him off, "It's okay, Aunty. I would love to meet them." I smiled.

"Jessica, they are my crazy relatives." He shook his head.

"All relatives are crazy, Max, so what's the big deal? We can't avoid them forever, right? Let's face it, together," I suggested and he nodded, glancing at his mother who was watching us with amusement in her eyes.

"Mom, are we going to stand here? Or you are going to introduce her?" Max asked in a mocking tone.

"Of course, dear, come on." She stepped aside and led me inside the large hall which seemed to be a drawing room. It's walls were hung with fine grey canvas, it had a large, silvery grey, silky carpet, and the furniture was covered with dark green silky material.