Minerva stared at him in confusion while he laughed softly.
"You're like a wife trying to catch her husband red-handed."
Her body stiffened at his words. She looked into Maddox's eyes. "Are you trying to tell me you have something to hide?"
He hadn't done anything wrong. Minerva's words were meant to test him, but he didn't realize that. After all, he hadn't seen the call logs and he had no feelings whatsoever for Monica.
Hence, he had a clear conscience.
"Well, are you?" She asked again when she saw that he didn't speak. Unbeknownst to her, she looked extremely anxious in front of him.
Maddox lowered his eyes slightly, "Didn't you already smell me? Hm?"
She was speechless.
Indeed, he only had his own scent on him. There was nothing else.
However, it was precisely because he was too clean that made Minerva all the more suspicious. Additionally, she had already heard that woman's voice.
That woman's voice was much gentler than hers, and it was obvious that she was younger than Minerva.
At this point, she realized something serious.
Five years had passed and she was not young anymore.
For a woman, she was already heading into old age. However, Maddox was different. Right now, unlike her, he was in his prime.
Minerva's eyes turned cold and she pushed him away.
The emotions in her body seemed to have subsided in an instant. He immediately felt it. When he saw that she was about to turn around and leave, he went up to hug her from behind and leaned against her shoulder.
"You don't trust me?"
Minerva turned her face slightly and glanced at him, who was leaning on her shoulder. Her red lips eventually spoke.
"Don't you know that the more perfect something is, the easier it is to find a flaw?"
Maddox furrowed his brows slightly, "Who said that?"
"It doesn't matter who said it. Did you change your clothes? Did you take a shower? Did you disinfect your body?"
After saying this, she laughed mockingly, "You got rid of all that to make yourself flawless. You're lying to others and to yourself. What's the point of that?"
He had thought that Minerva was joking. However, when he heard her mocking tone, Maddox realized that she was serious.
Immediately after, his frown deepened. He asked confusedly, "You don't trust me?"
"What am I supposed to trust in?" Minerva's heart was filled with anger the moment she thought of that feminine woman's voice. She felt extremely hot under the collar.
Unless he could soothe her.
She pushed away the large hand that was clutching her waist. She turned around and looked into Maddox's eyes with a smirk.
He had been away for several days. He said he was going abroad for a business trip, but she doubted it.
Maddox stared fixedly at her. His brows were furrowed tightly and his aura was a little cold. No one could tell what he was thinking.
"Why is she so hot-tempered?"
"Is she trying to play hard to get?"
"Is Brock's advice actually working?"
Although Minerva appeared scornful, the expression on her face made it clear that she was angry.
However, Maddox was delighted. He knew that if she didn't care about him, she wouldn't be so angry.
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