"The misunderstanding doesn't matter. After all, those things are over," Maxim Sinclair leaned slightly forward, looking at Summer Lowell, whose eyes were flustered and was eager to avoid him. "Besides, you don't have any memories now. Even if I explain, you won't understand. Instead, you might grow suspicious due to outside interference."
"That's right! I don't remember anything now, and I can't tell if what you're saying is true or not," Summer struck a defensive posture, looking at Maxim. "So there's nothing to talk about between us. You should just leave and not cause me any unnecessary trouble."
"There won't be any trouble. My people are outside. Are you worried that Tina Huxley might see?" Maxim reached out to tuck the strands of hair behind Summer's ear. "Let me tell you something, Tina has seen us being intimate more than once."
