Facade of Love Novel novel Chapter 444

As he spoke, he took off his suit jacket and draped it over me.

The warmth of his concern was something I had not felt in ages. It hit me hard, and suddenly, tears were streaming down my face.

Maxwell looked freaked out. "Hey, why the waterworks? What's wrong? Let's get you inside. A hot shower will do you good. We don't want you getting sick."

He reached for the doorbell, but I caught his hand, shaking my head. "Just take me to a hotel, okay? Let's not go in there."

He looked confused. "What's going on?"

After wiping away my tears, I managed to say, "Mom... she doesn't want to see me right now."

He stopped short, letting out a weary sigh. "Aunt Deb's probably still upset. You know, the things you said really got to her."

I bit my lip, at a loss for words.

Without another word, he led me away from the Scotts' place.

Instead of a hotel, Maxwell brought me to a chic duplex in the heart of the city. As I took in the stylish decor, I couldn't help but ask, "Is this place yours?"

"Yeah, I bought it," he said, handing me a pair of slippers. "Staying at your place was getting awkward, so I got my own space. You can crash here for now. Anything you need, just let me know. Go freshen up. I'll whip up some orange juice for you."

He kept talking as he nudged me toward the bathroom, his voice a comforting background buzz.

After a steaming hot shower, I came back to life. Maxwell had made some orange juice and practically shoved the cup into my hands, insisting I drink it before bombarding me with questions. He wanted to know why I had bolted with Charlie, why I had lashed out at my mom, and what in the world had gone down at the border these past couple of months.

I could not keep it bottled up any longer, so I spilled everything.

Maxwell's face scrunched up in worry as he listened. When I finished, he stared at me, disbelief etched across his face. "You went through all that, and you didn't think to clue me in? Yvette, seriously?"