Max Shaw's request, in the end, was fulfilled.
It wasn't that Eva Ronan lacked self-discipline; it was mainly because someone's face was thick enough.
That evening, the two people who had been apart for more than half a year reunited like dry wood meeting a raging fire.
The man's dominance, the woman's gentleness—no matter the aspect, the two were perfectly compatible.
The next morning, Eva Ronan woke up in Max Shaw's arms, staring at the ceiling of her apartment, and sighed with her eyes closed.
It felt like starting all over again.
The feeling in her heart was one thing, but what Max Shaw did next made Eva Ronan uncertain.
After spending the night together, Max Shaw didn't continue to stay at her place.
For the next four or five days, the man disappeared again, acting like a jerk who wouldn't admit his actions after pulling up his pants.
However, from that day on, Eva Ronan's office received fresh red roses every day.
