Chapter 9 Maxwell Cameron! I like you!

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After dinner, Master Bailey personally escorted Anna Jadwin to the main castle gate, repeatedly insisting she stay the night.

"Country Girl, come and visit us again soon." Raphael Bailey chuckled as he bundled her into the car.

The light from the streetlamps streamed in, casting shadows from Wayne Bailey's long eyelashes onto his face. His skin was pale to an extreme, set off by his rosy red lips, giving him an aura resembling royal lineage.

The car set off...

"Don't worry about me clinging to you, you're the one who should be worried." Anna Jadwin was full of nerves about dealing with this devil again.

A cold smile rose at the corner of Wayne Bailey's mouth, his finger pressing down on the car's CD Player.

On the ultra-thin touchscreen computer, a video popped up...

[Maxwell, don't leave, don't abandon me...]

The familiar voice roused Anna Jadwin's memory.

Under the shadow of the flowers, she flew into Wayne Bailey's arms, entangling around him, latching onto his coat, and shamelessly following him into the presidential suite.

So it was her who initiated it?!

Wayne Bailey's azure eyes were indifferent, full of mockery, "Take a good look, see how you seduced me."

In the footage, Anna Jadwin was a mess from being drunk, her instant noodle hairstyle was as fluffy as a lion's mane, her face was barely visible.

Wayne Bailey was as handsome as ever in his British-style golden-edged coat.

As soon as they entered the hotel, she clung to him like an octopus.

Pushed away, she stubbornly lunged at him again and again, holding onto him tightly.

[Maxwell, I beg you, I'll do anything... just don't leave me...]

[Three years, do you plan to disappear for another few rounds of three years?]

[Maxwell Cameron! I like you!]

The drunk Anna Jadwin summoned her Primordial Power, stood on her tiptoes, cupped Wayne Bailey's face, and leaned in to kiss him.

...

Anna Jadwin's cheeks burned scarlet, she just wanted to dig a hole and bury herself, too embarrassed to face anyone.

"Why did you stop watching?" Wayne Bailey observed her leisurely.

"I was drunk..."

"So does Ms. Jadwin normally becomes this wild when she's drunk. Following any strange man into a room, forcing a kiss, even offering in-bed services?"

Anna Jadwin felt terrible, she never thought she would be so hung up on Maxwell Cameron.

Wayne Bailey assumed she was deliberately getting close to him under the guise of drunkenness, he definitely wouldn't believe that she had mistaken him for someone else.

"So if I kiss you, you wouldn't avoid me? If I followed you to the hotel, you wouldn't kick me out?" She counterattacked.

"I was drunk."

Wayne Bailey lit a cigarette, his eyes narrow and crafty.

With his usual personality, he would in no way tolerate a woman's touch. However, last night seemed like he was under some spell, unable to push her away...

When she kissed him, it was the first time he felt such a desire. She was like a giant aphrodisiac hurtling towards him, making it impossible for him to avoid.

"So normally when Mr. Bailey gets drunk, he can't reject any woman who comes his way? Like when women follow him into the room, forcibly kissing him, even offering in-bed services? Isn't that a rather unique fetish?" Anna Jadwin decided to abandon any pretenses, mimicking his tone of speech, "You must have been so thrilled that I took your virginity of 28 years, aren't you putting on an act?"

"..."

"That must be why you never laid hands on a woman. There's no need to thank me, you should thank your good fortune!"

Wayne Bailey gave a frivolous laugh, extinguishing the cigarette on a gold ashtray. "The way Ms. Jadwin talks, always..."

"Unique!" She cut him off harshly.

[Maxwell, what are you...oh...ah, it hurts——]

The sound of desire suddenly peaked, the entire carriage filled with a heavy sense of lust.