Mr. Waltson, Refrain Yourself

At that time, Amy Waltson was like a statue, standing there quietly, motionless.

She was frightened.

Never thought that Max would kiss her…

When the kiss became more and more presumptuous, Amy Waltson finally reacted.

She pushed Max’s chest hard.

Max ended the kiss, but took her into his arms and whispered, “Penelop…”

In Amy ‘s mind, it was like being poured with cold water.

Brother Max regards her as Penelop?

That’s right, if he didn’t misunderstand her, how could he kiss her.

She shook a fist, “Brother Max, you should rest.”

Amy Waltson resisted the discomfort in her heart and helped him to the bed.

Watching him fall into the bed, she put the quilt on him, and went out without even having time to help him with shoes.

As soon as she walked to the door, she saw Amanda walking up with a bowl of soup which can make one sober.

“Miss Amanda, you haven’t slept yet.”

Amy Waltson tried her best to calm her mood.

“Sister Amanda, why did Brother Max drink so much alcohol?”

Amanda smiled and stepped forward and said, “A few partners came today. When President Max was happy, he drank a few more glasses. Is he back to

the room now?”

Amy Waltson nodded, “Lying on the bed.”

Amanda said, “Then I will give him a sober soup.”

“okay.”

Amanda said, entering Max’s room.

Thinking of just now, Max regarded her as Penelop.

She was very worried that Max elder brotherwould treat Sister Amanda as Penelop again.

What if they did something further?

That’s a mistake after drinking.

He already had sex with her last time…

If you do something with Sister Amanda this time, isn’t he a scumbag in the eyes of Penelop?

No, no, she has to prevent the birth of the scumbag in the world.

Thinking about it this way, she went back to Max’s room again.

Amanda helped Max up and was about to feed him the sober soup.

Amy Waltson quickly stepped forward to help.

However, she was timid, she didn’t dare to look at Max’s face.

After feeding the hangover soup, Amanda helped Max take off his shoes, and then he left the room with Amy Waltson .

Max in the room opened his eyes suddenly.

He sat up and lit a cigarette in the dark.

Max felt that he was sick.

Obviously he doesn’t like Amy Waltson , and she is not pleasing to his eyes, but he has been full of her recently.

It’s her at work. Seeing the girl from the back on the road feels like her, even in her dreams.

Just the moment he saw her, there was a voice in his head yelling, kissing her.

And his body was really out of control, so he did that.

He did something like that to Amy Waltson , but he couldn’t face the look of sorrow on her face.

Therefore, he could only hug her and shouted “Penelop”.

Are you drunk?

Not drunk.

Are you drunk?

It seems… drunk again.

No, he is drunk, he must be drunk.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t do something like this… which is incompatible with the laws of nature.

Max closed his eyes and said, “Calm down, you must calm down, you are Max, don’t go wrong again, don’t let the situation get out of control…”

He exhaled, put out the smoke, and lay down on the bed again.

Amy Waltson sent Amanda downstairs.

Seeing her look a little weird, Amanda asked worriedly, “Miss Amy , your face is not good, are you okay?”

“Ah? Is there any?”Amy Waltson put her hands on her cheeks, “Maybe sleepy.”

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“That’s not the case, I’m practicing classic violin.”

“Then you should pay attention to rest. It’s getting late. Go upstairs and sleep. I’ll go back.”

Amy Waltson nodded.

After Amanda left, Amy Waltson went to the sofa and sat down, her mind was blank.

She sex the alarm clock for six in the morning.

As soon as the alarm rang, she immediately brushed her teeth and washed her face and went downstairs, planning to go out early , avoiding Max.

but……

Who can tell her why Max would have breakfast downstairs so early ?

Seeing her, Max was also a little surprised.

But there was no strange look on his face, he just looked at her and said calmly, “So early ?”

Amy Waltson smiled awkwardly, and didn’t dare to look at him, “Brother Max, good morning.”

“Well,” Max took a look at her, “You got up so early , isn’t it to go to school?”

“I… I’m going to school. I practiced classic violin until too late last night and didn’t have time to review my homework.”

Max raised his eyebrows, “Come here and have breakfast.”

Amy Waltson chuckled, “I… want to go out to eat.”

“Why, the cook at home, you can’t bear it?”

“No, no,”Amy Waltson hurriedly walked over and sat down.

The aunt added tableware to Amy Waltson .

Amy Waltson obediently bowed her head to eat, and stared at him without the slightest line of sight.

Max thought, this little girl looked so awkward, she looked like she woke up that night.

“I came back late last night, how is your violin practice?”

“Oh, pretty good.”

“Well,” Max said, “When did you sleep?”

“I went to bed early . When you came back, I didn’t hear a sound.”

“is it?”

“Well,”Amy Waltson nodded vigorously, as if to show thats he was sincere.

The corners of Max’s lips faintly evoked a curve that was not easily noticeable.

He put down his chopsticks and got up, “I’m going to set off now, do you need me to take you along the way?”

“No, no, I’m still in time. I can leave in fifteen minutes.”

“Then I will go first, and come back to dine with you in the evening.”

Amy Waltson nodded and waved her hand, “Oh.”

She only glanced at him, then quickly looked away.

Max left, Amy Waltson lightly sighed, frightened.

It was too embarrassing, she couldn’t look into the eyes of Max’s brother,

what should she do?

She covered her face with her hands, feeling depressed for a while.

The aunt on the side asked worriedly, “Miss Amy, are you okay?”

“Ah? It’s okay,” she got up, “I’m not going to eat anymore.”

Auntie looked at the weird Amy Waltson , and couldn’t help frowning.

The young lady looked very upset and collapsed, but she didn’t like that she is ok at all

Have dinner with Shane at noon.

Shane looked at her sullen look, and couldn’t help but worry, “What’s wrong with you, it looks like you have been ravaged by others, youre going to die.”

After stabbing the fork in her hand in the plate for a few times, Amy Waltson looked at Shane solemnly, “I ask you a question.”

“You ask.”

“… If a man gets drunk and treats you as someone else and kisses you, how would you face that person?”

Shane’s eyes widened a bit, “You were kissed by President Max?”