Chapter 58 Meliana.

Melissa stumbled into Maxwell's swanky apartment, moaning about her aching feet. "I can't take another step," she groaned.

Maxwell flashed a sly grin. "Well, you are carrying a whole squad in there," he quipped, leading her to the couch.

Melissa collapsed onto the plush leather cushions, propping her feet up on the coffee table. "How did you know it's two boys and a girl?" she asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.

Maxwell shrugged nonchalantly. "I just have a sixth sense about these things," he joked. "What what would like to have for lunch?"

"Anything that'll fill me up," Melissa replied, rubbing her belly. "I'm eating like a horse these days. I'm gonna be a chubby little thing soon."

Maxwell chuckled. "I can already picture it," he teased, and Melissa playfully stuck out her tongue.

Maxwell couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight of Melissa. "You look so cute right now, that I can't help but want to kiss those adorable lips of yours," he said with a grin.

Melissa blushed and replied, "Always thinking about kisses, huh? I'm starving!"

Maxwell, being the gentleman that he is, offered to make lunch for them. He got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen, leaving Melissa alone to wait for her meal.

An hour later, Maxwell returned to the sitting room to find Melissa fast asleep. He let out a sigh and decided to carry her to their room. After laying her down on the bed, he went back to the couch and pulled out his phone.

He dialed Mark's number and after a few rings, Mark answered. "Good day, Sir. We just finished coming out of the meeting room and I've managed to fix all the problems. Your presence is still needed, but there's not much work to do," Mark said over the call."It's okay. I have a favor to ask you if you don't mind," Maxwell said.

"Anything you ask me to do, I will definitely do, sir," Mark said.

"Thank you. I want you to stay in my house while I'm still away and keep an eye on Tina. I have a feeling that she is up to no good. I will appreciate it if you protect my daughter and Michelle in my absence from her," Maxwell said in a serious tone.

"Thank you for trusting me with this, sir. I will do everything to ensure their safety. We will take the afternoon flight and go back home," Mark said.

"Thank you so much. I will surely make it up to you for helping me with this. I will hang up now," Maxwell said and cut the call.

After that, Maxwell went to the bathroom and took a shower. He changed his clothes into a simple sweater and matching trousers.

He sat on the couch and started checking emails on his laptop and everything that was related to all of his businesses.

...…..

In a luxurious and beautiful house, a woman in her early 30s sat on the couch with her legs crossed on top of the other. She was beautiful with her chestnut long hair and dark brown eyes. She was surrounded by armed guards, as if she were a prisoner.

Her eyes fell on the stairs when she heard footsteps coming from the stairs. Her eyes turned cold as she looked at the man who was walking down the stairs with a smirk, who was her so-called husband.

"Dear wife, how long are you going to mourn over those kids of yours?" The man named George said with a smirk as he sat next to a woman named Melina, but she moved away.

"You are nothing but a monster. Don't ever call me your wife or mention my kids with your filthy mouth of yours," Melina said angrily.

George's face reddened in anger as he glared at his wife. "Watch your tongue, young lady. If I can fake your death and separate you from all your children, just imagine what I can do to your so-called brother and his family," George said coldly. "If you want your brother and your children to live peacefully, watch your tongue and act like my wife. You are my property, better keep that in mind."

Meliana said nothing, her eyes shining with tears. Only she knew the pain of being separated from her children and family because of someone who wanted to satisfy his obsession.

"I'm off to work, dear wife. If you try any funny business here, then I will kill your younger daughter, and you know that I keep my word," George said and left.

Meliana burst into tears as she watched his back. She had to separate from her children all because of that monster of a husband she had. She could only pray that they could at least find each other by God's grace.

....

It was already evening when Melissa opened her eyes. Her gaze fell on Maxwell, who was burying his face in his laptop. She couldn't help but admire his beauty.

"Liking what you're seeing?" Maxwell asked when he felt Melissa's eyes on him.

Melissa's face flushed. "Who said I was looking at you? I just woke up, and you're already accusing me," she said, trying to save face.

"Okay then," Maxwell said, walking toward the bed where Melissa was. "I've prepared a bath for you. After taking a bath, you'll have your dinner," he said, and without warning, he carried Melissa in his arms.

Melissa's eyes widened as she tried to get down. "Let me down! What are you doing, Max? I can bathe myself."

"You said you were tired, and I'm going to help you take a bath. That's final. I will not do anything to you," Maxwell said, making Melissa roll her eyes. "As if I'm going to believe that," she murmured, she was already tired because of the pregnancy and she had no energy to argue so she let him do what he wanted, there was nothing to hide anyways.

As they made a way over to the bathtub, Maxwell filled it with warm water and added some bath salts to help her relax. He helped her undress and carefully guided her into the tub, taking care not to make any sudden movements that might cause her any discomfort.

As she slipped into the water, Maxwell made sure to stay close by, ready to assist her with anything she needed throughout the duration of her bath. He helped her scrub any hard-to-reach areas and even massaged her shoulders and feet to ease the tension she had been carrying around.

Throughout the entire process, Maxwell was patient and attentive, never allowing Melo to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed in any way. He simply wanted to help her feel refreshed and rejuvenated, and there was nothing he wouldn't do to help her achieve that goal.

As Mellisa emerged from her bath, Maxwell wrapped her in a warm towel and led her over to her bed, where he helped her get dressed.