Chapter Sixty One: How Does That Sound?

Eric stood still, also watching Amelia as she departed into her room. He turned to face Maxwell. Surprisingly, Maxwell turned to face him the exact time he did.

They got into a conversation pretty quick, but there was a slight tension between them as they spoke. Maxwell was ready to end the conversation, though not on a bad note.

Following the end of their conversation, he fetched Amelia as quickly as possible. She bowed her head and requested for how she could assist him at that moment.

“Fetch me Amelia. She's in her room,” Maxwell said, and she immediately departed to carry out his instruction. He shot Eric one last glance, and took a deep breath. Eric walked away but he leaned on the walls, and waited for Amelia to arrive.

He had many words to spill to her at that point. His mind was bleeding with words, and he couldn't wait to see her figure approaching him.

As he imagined, it happened. Amelia showed up at a corner, and began to walk towards him. He rubbed his palms against each other anticipating her arrival. He dispatched the maid as soon as they both arrived in front of him.

Amelia slightly bowed her head while the maid walked back to her post. He pulled her closer to himself and opened a conversation with her.

“Amelia,” he silently called, poring over her face, “can you count how many times I have warned you to behave yourself and don't get involved in events, issues, or discussions that would get on my nerves.”

Amelia rolled her eyes, but not at him. A light chuckle escaped from her lips, but Maxwell let it slide, believing she was only being irrational.

“I don't want you to push me to do what I do not want to do,” he continued, and reached out for her hands. He held them closely with his palms and his gaze softened upon staring at her beautiful eyes.

There was a rather questioning look on Amelia's face, but Maxwell believed she didn't understand his words much clearly yet. He cleared his throat and sought to improve his coherence.

“Do you even understand what I am saying?” He asked in a hushed tone. She briefly gave him a nod for a response. Though he wasn't convinced she truly understood him, he pressed further to fully communicate his words with her.

“I am using this moment to apologize for all the times I have manhandled you. I could be aware I was doing that. I could not be aware. But please forgive me.” He said, the expression on his face matching with the soft voice he spoke with.

She refused to chuckle this time around. She wasn't having any of his words, but she remained calm in front of him, eagerly anticipating when he would conclude his words and release her to return to her room.

“How does it sound?” Maxwell questioned, trying to ease the tension her fiery gaze introduced.

He pushed her chin and made her eyes focus on his face. He wished she would gulp at his handsome face and feel what he was feeling at that point. He reminded himself that he was a man, and he wouldn't let his feelings die out of shyness to speak up.

“The love of a mother towards her children is very little compared to the love I have for you. Every night, I dream of you. Every single day, I think of you. I envision you in my arms. I always felt your presence even in your absence.” He said to her, trying hard not to get discouraged by her stoic look.

She stared at him blankly like though no one was speaking to her. Perhaps Maxwell could have confessed that to someone else who would feel the love from his sugar-coated words. Confessing that to Amelia seemed like a big miss, judging from the expression etched on her face only.

Since he opened the conversation till he was about to close it, Amelia had unintentionally fixed a disgusting glare on her face to indicate to Maxwell to refrain from attempting to gain her attention or force her to love him.

All she could see was a psychotic who didn't realize what he was. She couldn't feel one percent of the emotions and scenes Maxwell had described.

A mix of shock and numbness appeared on Maxwell's chin as he watched her switch of emotions closely. He didn't feel bad for speaking those words. However, he felt bad that they didn't land on a fertile ground.

Amelia assumed he could have spent his whole life trying to compose those love messages, but she didn't say anything to him.

Her mind was clouded with the thought of Jonah. If it wasn't him running through her mind, then it would be no one else. That was the dude that could easily gain her attention without even having to compose a love message or a poem. Perhaps Maxwell didn't know that those words would never appeal to her. He could try a different person, or stop talking to her about it.

She felt imposed to abide by Maxwell's rules, only because of Jonah's safety. Defying Maxwell's rules wouldn't only get her punished, but could also pose a bigger threat to Jonah's life, who has been locked for a while now.

She believed Jonah was the reason Maxwell could exercise control over her. If he wasn't locked up, she wouldn't be so submissive to Maxwell. She could try to exclude herself from the whole matter, but Jonah was the dude after her heart.

Since she could be interested in someone else so deeply, she believed that she could simply inform Maxwell to discontinue his cold call love messages. It sounded so blunt to her, and for the safety of her life and Jonah's, she decided to stay silent about it.

For as long as Jonah would be in the pack cell, Amelia would be constantly frustrated by Maxwell's advances and slight threats. He would exercise his dominion on her for as long as he wanted, as severe as he would like it to be.

Silence fell between the two of them suddenly. They hadn't lost their minds. In fact, they continually exchanged looks and each of them tried to break the silence but failed halfway.

Several thoughts raced through their minds as Amelia began to get bored by the long silence between them. She mistook it for the end of their conversation, and then rose to her feet.

“I am not done speaking.” Maxwell whispered. She seemed not to have heard him clearly. She crouched and placed her ears closer to him, endearing him to spill out the rest of the words he still had to say.

“Just take your sit and let us continue.” He ordered. As expected, there was an aura of command and respect in his tone. But Amelia got tensed at the silence still.

She assumed he would begin the conversation, but he seemed to need her attention only.

She sat back on the chair and turned to face him, as a large scowl was written on her face.

It seemed like Maxwell was having a hard time gathering his thoughts together. He could have spoken up. He could have even stopped her in her tracks while she was initially returning to her room when he caught Eric and her conversing.

She reclined her back, and waited for his words as Maxwell began to speak now.