Chapter 209 - Silver Strip (2/2)
It was the first time in a long time that they were in close proximity and he couldn't help but smell her scent, forgoing the fact that she's about to silence him with duct tape. However, to his surprise, someone pinched his nose and he suddenly couldn't breathe.
”No sniffing,” Maxen warned. He didn't let go until Lance's face turned red. Seeing Lance's eyes roll was his sign to let the man catch a breath, so he released Lance's nose—letting the man breath again through his nose.
Walking back to their throne, Olivia tried to argue one more time with her husband, but Maxen beat her to it. ”Baby, I won't let you see another man's d.i.c.k. End of discussion.”
He slumped on the seat and grabbed Olivia, perching her on his l.a.p where she belonged.
”But a doctor can see any patient. As you see, I am a doctor.” Olivia planted a hand on her c.h.e.s.t to prove her point. She fanned her eyelashes, and a smile curved her cherry-colored lips.
”Yeah right. Just because you have a DPhil in your belt doesn't make you a doctor, 'doctor'.” Maxen air quoted the last word and it was enough to hush Olivia for a second. Who told her her Philosophy degree warranted her a medical one too.
”Okay, hmm,” she trailed off, her index finger slowly tapped on the side of her chin. ”Well, you can tell me just how bad it was then.” she bargained.
Smiling at her for finally letting the matter go, Maxen's eyes grew big in wonder as he narrated, ”It was so bad, the doctor couldn't put his other head back. You made a fantastic job, baby.”
Olivia gasped and her hands flew to Maxen's forearm. Her mind told her to look away, but her curiosity won over as she trained her gaze on Lance's jewels.
”So it's official,” Olivia trailed off and twisted on Maxen's l.a.p so she could face Lance Go. ”I know a good gender reassignment surgeon. I can recommend you to him if… you come out alive tonight.” Olivia winked.
She then returned her gazed back to Maxen and cupped it with one hand. She's temporarily pacified. Now it's back to business. Time to get some answers on the insolent bastard. ”Don't make it easy for him, Max. He tried to ruin us twice. He tried to take me away from you.”
Maxen rolled his tongue over his teeth and the nuance made Olivia smile. ”And those who dare take you away from me shall bear the consequences of their actions.” Pressing their foreheads together, Maxen finally relaxed for the first time since this morning.
All this time, he was caging the beast inside of him, afraid to show that ugly side to his wife. But her words and her actions somehow buttered him up. ”Are you not scared of what I am about to do to him?” he asked in a low, ominous tone.
He pulled his head back to get a good look at her and his clear blue eyes pierced through her hazel ones. If it was a different person, that guy would have tucked his tail and ran as fast as he could away from Maxen. But not his wife.
She gazed at him with equal intensity, biting her lip and shaking her head.
”I must admit you look hot.”
”But… are you scared of me? Of what I can do?”
”No, it's a breath of fresh air, actually.”
Maxen let out a sigh through his nose. His lips curved into a smile. ”You're the breath of fresh air, actually,” he mimicked the way she sang her reply, making her giggle. ”What do you want to ask him first?” Maxen squeezed her waist and pressed the side of his face on her arm.
”Not really sure. We can ask him about the guns first?” Olivia suggested, leaning her cheek on top of Maxen's head, facing Lance Go sitting across from them.
Locking gazes at the fugitive, Maxen instructed, ”Since my lovely wife taped your mouth, you can either say yes by nodding your head, or no by shaking it. If I caught you lying, then, this young officer behind you will pull one fingernail. Am I clear?”