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.

handed Roland a tissue, her hand gently patting his back. “You shouldn’t drink so much if it overwhelms you. You’re

seen so vulnerable. “Why are you here?” he asked, his voice laced with frost. “I didn’t ask

to care?” Pattie

he couldn’t help but ask, “Pattie, why

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Pattie had been his solace. No woman, save Elvira, had ever shown him such steadfast care. Pattie’s smile was radiant, unguarded. “Because you’re my ideal man.” Her words were a bold

sobriety crashing over him like a wave. His expression teetered between disbelief and wonder, his mouth parting as if to speak, yet no words

tugged his tie, drawing him close. “Maia’s married, Mr. Cullen. She’s beyond your

inches apart, breaths mingling in the charged air. Pattie’s heart raced as she gazed

to his. His pulse

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

Roland’s hand shot out, catching her wrist and pulling