Chapter 40. Gauntlet Dropped

Maxwell looked up at her with a grin on his face. He knew she was itching to lay it out on him, and she probably would have done that if not for the company they have at the moment. He couldn’t pinpoint the main reason why he always wanted to rile her up. He had no intention of overthinking when it came to this woman, who was about as off-limits as a leper with painful boils all over.

“It must have something to do with the way her eyes fired up in the most glorious shade of amber that I had ever set my eyes on,” he thought fleetingly even as he rubbed his finger above his upper lip, his grin becoming fuller when she looked over at the patrons of the Seashore, who were at the moment not hiding the fact that they did not appreciate her raised voice.

He almost laughed out loud at her ingrained good breeding when she realised that she was making a scene, and she sent a vague smile in the direction of those people before sitting hastily.

“Woah, woah,” Maxwell said in exaggerat