Chapter 242 - Semantics (1/2)

”Maxen Victor Eton Sui!” Olivia seethed the moment her feet brushed against the soil, leaving a trail as they touched the earth in a perfect landing thanks to her husband's impeccable skills.

Hearing Olivia call out Maxen's name without pause made his heart ring in his ears in a painful and slow rhythm.

He would rather jump a thousand feet from the plane again than hear his full name escape Olivia's lips.

Scratching the skin above his eyebrows, Maxen knew he was in deep trouble.

Should he say sorry as a response? But that would imply he was guilty.

Should he ask what he did wrong? But that would irk Olivia more knowing he was clueless to his mistake.

He rummaged through his brain, thinking about which of all the tricks he pulled that made his wife call him by his full name.

Coiling his arms around her waist, Maxen opted to optimize what he knew best. He silenced Olivia with a kiss. ”I'm a bad boy, Your Highness. I'll accept any punishment from you,” he said.

Biting the inside of her cheeks to keep herself from smiling, Olivia hooked a finger in Maxen's harness. ”Are you sure? Your punishment… is non-negotiable.”

”Well, before anything is set in stone, you have to tell me what I did wrong so we can find out whether or not I'm guilty.”

Olivia squinted her eyes, unsure to take up Maxen's challenge. ”Okay. You said we will jump in the count of three. But youuu… You jumped after two.”

A question mark floated in Maxen's head. ”Huh?”

”I'll explain to you what happened earlier, okay?” Olivia said. She freed herself from Maxen's embrace and held her stance, exuding confidence she held in the boardroom.

She then held her hand up, counting with her fingers as she spoke. ”One, two, jump! That's what you did when it should be, one, two, three, jump!”

”Okay. But to be clear, I said, 'on three' meaning, we will jump on the third number.”

”You didn't say the third number. You only said two.” Olivia seethed in her spot with her arms crossed over her c.h.e.s.t.

She felt a vein pop when Maxen shook his head and worked his way to unbuckle her harness, moving on to his when she was free from the straps.

Olivia felt like she needed to address their level of communication to prevent future blunders.

Soon, people rushed to them, but Maxen held his palm up, halting the entourage from their steps.

Independently, Maxen gathered the parachute with his hands whilst Olivia stood in the same spot she landed, explaining the semantics of 'on three'.

Once he gathered their gears, he passed it to the waiting staff. Maxen then slapped his hands clean. ”Okay. Let's find someone who would declare what 'on three' meant then,” he finally spoke.

”I can get Jack and he'll be the one to decide which of us is right,” Olivia said just as Maxen punctuated his sentence. Her arms uncrossed and victory banners reflected in her eyes.