Without waiting for me to speak, Maximilian hurriedly spoke, “Enough, Jocelyn. If she wants to live there, let her live. You have to help me pack up my things now. Please, don't gas yourself!”
Maximilian said it with a few hints of warning. Even though my heart was almost dying from the pain, I still managed to force a smile on him.
“I'll move out, Maximilian. Don’t worry.”
I took a taxi back to the villa. When I opened the door and looked at a piece of festive red. My heart was slightly sour.
The cell phone ding-donged a few times. It was a message from Jocelyn Reverie.
Jocelyn: [Maximilian wants you to move out in a hurry, Pauline. We will especially come to help you pack.]
I was just about to refuse for a while. But the door opened the next moment.
Jocelyn smiled condescendingly. “You have to move it all out before nightfall, Pauline, or else throw it all out!”
I looked at Maximilian. I felt somewhat incredulous at that moment. But he didn't even look at me at all. Maximilian just rubbed Jocelynn's head with some pampering.
“You have to take a rest, Jocelyn. I'll clean up.”