Chapter 291: Felicia Sullivan, you owe me.

Throughout breakfast, Maxwell Cameron was carefully gluing something together at his desk.

[Felicia, when will you overcome this habit of tearing things up when you're angry?]

During a brief moment of distraction, Anna Jadwin saw the image of Maxwell in the past, meticulously piecing together a picture she had ruthlessly torn apart.

She couldn't remember what they had been arguing about that day during art class, but she had drawn him. Before it had even landed in his hands, she had shredded it into pieces.

The proud Maxwell, bent down to pick up every single piece, piecing them back together.

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Even though Anna had little appetite, she forced herself to eat breakfast and build up strength. The Maxwell of the past would become impulsively aggressive upon seeing another man glance at her. If she accidentally tripped and a pedestrian extended a hand to help, he would beat that good samaritan till he was black and blue.