Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 608:

He lifted his glass, swirling the liquid, its restless motion mirroring the turmoil roiling within him. He feared that after Maia found out the whole story, she would want to help him and willingly step into the chaotic mess of the Cooper Group, putting herself in danger. Her safety was his paramount concern.

Maxwell studied Chris, his expression inscrutable, before letting out a heavy sigh. “Aren’t you afraid your playboy reputation might push Maia into another’s arms?”

Chris froze and then fixed Maxwell with a withering stare. “Do you doubt me or my wife? Not everyone’s as fickle as you.”

Maxwell’s glass halted halfway to his lips, stung by the barb. His brow furrowed.

“Fickle? I’ve never been the one to walk away. Women leave me. And since I started working with you, I haven’t had a moment for romance.” Chris’ words had struck a nerve.

Scowling, Maxwell downed his drink in one fierce gulp, the burn of the liquor spreading warmth through his chest, easing the sting. Abruptly, he turned to Chris. “You know, people might think we’re more than friends.”

Chris recoiled, shifting his legs away with a grimace. “I’m a married man now, Maxwell. I have nothing to do with you.” Maxwell stared, dumbfounded by Chris’ harsh words.

tissue, her hand gently patting his back. “You shouldn’t

being seen so vulnerable. “Why are

allowed to care?” Pattie

With red eyes, he couldn’t help but ask, “Pattie, why are you so good to me?” Whenever he drowned

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desolate, Pattie had been his solace. No woman, save Elvira, had ever shown him such steadfast care. Pattie’s

him like a wave. His expression teetered between disbelief and wonder, his mouth parting as if to speak, yet

his gaze, then tugged his tie, drawing him close. “Maia’s married,

just heard. Their faces hovered inches apart, breaths mingling in the charged air. Pattie’s heart raced as she gazed at

transfixed as her lips inched ever closer to his. His pulse thundered, a storm of

stepping back. “You’re still drunk,” she said, her voice steady but kind. “I won’t take advantage of

hand shot out, catching her wrist and