Max Drove Julia To The Office.

Max just stood there frozen, his eyes fixed on Julia as Samantha's voice echoed through the speaker. "Julia, are you listening? If you don't know how, I have some videos that can teach you..." Julia's face turned bright red as she hastily ended the call, her hands shaking as she dropped the phone. She gasped, horrified, as it clattered to the ground.

"Oh no, my phone!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling as she bent to pick it up. Max remained motionless, his expression a mix of shock and surprise, though his heart raced with excitement. He was taken aback by the sight of his beautiful wife, her towel precariously wrapped around her.

As Julia tried to retrieve the phone, the towel slipped, revealing more of her skin. Max's gaze was drawn to her, his eyes locked on hers as she awkwardly readjusted the towel. "Well, I bought you milk tea," she said, forcing a smile, "it should still be warm." Her attempt to change the subject was endearing, and Max's face lit up with a bright smile.

"Ah, thank you, my dear," he said, his voice laced with humor. "And I see Samantha's wedding gift to you was...pajamas?" His words sent a flush to Julia's cheeks, her skin rosy from her recent bath. Her shyness was captivating, and Max felt every ounce of her charm.

Julia's eyes sparkled as she laughed, her embarrassment forgotten. "You're teasing me, Max!" she playfully scolded, her voice husky. Max chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers, as he strode towards her, his movements fluid and graceful.

Julia's heart raced as Max approached her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. "She stuttered 'em... Samantha loves to prank," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, as she unconsciously licked her lips. Max's gaze never wavered, his expression serious, as he called out to her, "Julia."

Her heartbeat accelerated, her body frozen in place, as she gazed up at him with flushed cheeks and a nervous heart. She wondered if he would ask her to fulfill her responsibilities as a wife, and her mind raced with thoughts of how to respond. But instead of making a request, Max stroked the hair on her forehead, his touch gentle. "Remember to dry your hair, otherwise, you might catch a cold."

Julia nodded cutely, her eyes wide with surprise, as Max leaned in closer, his warm breath caressing her ear. "Are you afraid that I will eat you up?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. She closed her eyes, her voice barely audible, "No... no."

Max chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as he reached out and caressed her face. "Don't you have an interview tomorrow? Go to bed early then." With that, he turned and walked towards the dining table, leaving Julia feeling puzzled and a little disappointed.

As she retreated to her room, she couldn't help but wonder why Max had stopped short of making a move. Was it because of Samantha's words, that she was too rigid, and he was no longer interested? The doubts swirled in her mind as she touched her face, still feeling the tenderness of his touch.

Just then, her phone buzzed with Samantha's messages. "What's the situation? Why did you hang up?" Shea asked, her curiosity evident. Julia replied, "He got back, just in time to hear what you just said."

Samantha's response was swift. "Then what? Was there any sparks?" Julia hesitated before responding, "No, we are in our rooms separately now." Samantha's next message left Julia wondering. "Julia, what is going on? Is he okay? Seeing such beauty and not reacting... Isn't this absolutely abnormal?"

Julia couldn't help but agree with Samantha's assessment. It was indeed abnormal for a man to resist such beauty. But she pushed the thoughts aside, unsure of how to confront the situation. For now, she decided to focus on her interview tomorrow, but the doubts lingered, refusing to be silenced.

The next morning, Max heard Julia coming out of her room and got up himself, eager to make amends. "Good morning," he said warmly, his eyes locking onto hers.

Julia smiled brightly, pretending nothing was amiss, and headed straight to the kitchen to start breakfast. Max wanted to say more, but she seemed to be avoiding him. Undeterred, he decided to take a different approach.

As Julia began chopping tomatoes for the spaghetti, Max casually strolled over to the water dispenser, his eyes fixed on her. He poured himself a glass of water, taking his time, hoping to get her attention. But Julia remained focused on her task, oblivious to his attempts.

Max repeated this three times, his disappointment growing. Finally, he walked into the kitchen, his presence sudden and deliberate. "Have you prepared everything you need for today's interview?" he asked, his voice gentle but insistent.

Julia's heart skipped a beat as she turned to face him, her eyes wide with confusion. "Uh, yes, I'm ready. What's the matter?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of curiosity.

Max looked at her, his expression a little uncomfortable, and took a sip of water to cover up his embarrassment. "Nothing, just asking," he muttered, turning to leave.

As he retreated to the living room, Julia was baffled. The breakfast was ready, so she took it to the dining table and called out to him, her voice soft and inviting. "Max, breakfast is ready."

The house seemed to shrink, and Julia could sense Max's presence, his eyes still on her. She wondered what was going through his mind, what he wanted to say but couldn't. The air was thick with unspoken words, and Julia's heart raced with anticipation.

"Max, breakfast is ready! Let's see if the one I made tastes the same as yours last time," Julia said, her eyes sparkling with playfulness.

Max chuckled and sat down, taking a mouthful of the spaghetti. "Not bad at all," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Julia beamed with pride, her smile radiant. "By the way, Kelvin told me last night that his sister had found a suitable and competent surgeon for her surgery, and it's free. You were right; their suffering has come to an end." she said, her voice filled with admiration.

Max smiled, his expression warm. "Well, since you have an interview today, I wish you a smooth interview. You've got this, Julia."

Julia's confidence soared with his words. "I'm more confident now, thanks to you," she said, her eyes shining with gratitude.

As they finished breakfast, Julia asked, "If I pass the interview, can we work together in the future?"

Max's expression changed. "My department is different from yours, and the office location is also different. Most of the time, I'm not in the office building, and the division of labor in each area of the company is strict. You'll be working at a subsidiary, not the main building."

Julia nodded, her mind racing with the information. "Oh, I see. That makes sense."

As they prepared to leave, Max drove Julia to the Darius Group office building. When she got out of the car, he said, "I wish you success, Julia. You've prepared well, and I'm proud of you."

Julia's heart swelled with appreciation. "Thanks, Max. Your support means a lot to me."