chapter 5 best friend

Opening the door, a gust of fragrant wind hit Maxwell's face. As he walked in, Maxwell took a deep breath, and could not help but exclaim, "So this is a girl's room! It smells so good! Definitely so much better than the stone house that I stayed in while on the mountain, and it is way better by so many more folds!"
Abigail sat on the bed with a sullen face, giving Maxwell a stern and cold look.
"Although Grandpa is letting you live here, you better not conceive any wrong ideas!"
She pointed to the pile of quilts on the floor, "That is where you will be spending the night."
"No problem!" Maxwell smiled while spreading the quilts open on the floor. He kicked his slippers off and snugged himself into sheets with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
"It's so comfortable! The quilting is so soft and fluffy!"
"It smells good! You must have sprayed perfume on it!"
"Such a soft quilting! It must be made from premium down feather," Maxwell could not contain his excitement and kept rambling on.
"Country bumpkin!" Abigail rolled her eyes in disgust uncontrollably.
Sleeping under a duvet in such a humid and stuffy season?
"It would serve Maxwell right should he suffer from a heatstroke," Abigail thought to herself.
She turned off the light angrily, and suddenly her heart tightened.
Although she had gone through an ordeal that night, she had almost completely lost her sanity, causing her behavior to also go out of control.
She had never slept in the same room as a man before in her life.
Abigail was still very worried whether Maxwell would do something unscrupulous to her in the middle of the night.
He is so shameless, he will definitely attempt to do something underhanded!
Having conceived these thoughts, Abigail lost all feelings of weariness. She clenched her fists tightly, causing her breathing rate to be quickened from the feeling of nervousness. She was really worried that once she fell asleep, Maxwell would pounce on her immediately.
A few minutes later, Abigail suddenly heard some soft snoring noise coming from Maxwell. She carefully switched on the bedside lamp and saw that Maxwell had fallen asleep, tightly snuggled within his sheets.
"You have no standing posture, no sitting posture, and even your sleeping posture is so ugly! This idiot," Abigail thought to herself.
Abigail could not help but complain about Maxwell's shortcomings. However, at the same time, she felt a sense of relief and proceeded to turn off the bedside lamp.
Thinking back and realizing that she wasted her virgin intimate experience with a man in the hands of a piece of shit like Maxwell, Abigail felt so depressed that she wanted to vomit blood and pass away on the spot.
However, despite her being depressed, she could not help but think of all that happened that night. That strange feeling caused her heart rate to rise and made her breathing rate faster again.
Distraught, Abigail turned the desk lamp back on again, found a random book, and started reading. After almost finishing the entire book in that single session, Abigail felt sleepy and laid back down again on her bed.
Just when she was about to fall asleep, Abigail suddenly saw Maxwell standing upright next to her bed. She immediately lost all feelings of sleepiness and sat up abruptly in a jolt.
"What are you doing? Don't you dare mess around! This is my home!"
"If you dare to bully me, my grandpa won't let you off the hook that easily," Abigail exclaimed.
Maxwell yawned impatiently.
"What's wrong with you? What nonsense are you talking about," Maxwell questioned.
"Do you city people not turn off the lights when you sleep? When the light is on, it shines directly on my face! Are you purposely trying to wake me up?"
"..."
Abigail was a little embarrassed for a moment, however, she soon returned to her usual cold demeanor. She declared, "If you're not used to such conditions, feel free to go sleep outside!"
"Sleeping with the lights on affects hormone secretion. No wonder you seem so mentally unstable. Maybe the root cause is due to you are sleeping with the lights on! That spells trouble," Maxwell commented as he headed off to find an area in the room where the desk lamp's rays were unable to reach so that he could continue sleeping. Suddenly, he patted his head and took out a piece of paper from his pocket. Maxwell placed the piece of paper on the bedside table and told Abigail, "By the way, I almost forgot. This check, I would like to return it to you."
Abigail was stunned, "Give it back to me? Why?"
"I can't take this sum of money from you," Maxwell replied in determination.
"In which family would the wife have to pay to have an intimate session with her husband? What a joke!" Maxwell thought to himself.
Abigail pondered for a while before replying, "Do you still have any money on you?"
"Nope, none at all," Maxwell responded.
"Since you do not have any income now, you should keep this money for your daily expenditures."
Maxwell waved his hands impatiently in rejection of Abigail's suggestion, "Didn't I say it before, I can earn my own money! I don't need you to support me. Okay, okay, it's getting late, let's turn in!"
And with that, Maxwell picked up his quilt from the floor and moved to a place where the desk lamp's rays were unable to reach and laid down. It was not long before he started snoring again.
Abigail thought for a moment and let out an expression of disapproval.
Although this country bumpkin has some backbone, he was way too arrogant and full of himself!
Earn money? How will he earn any money?
In a country like Delington, a country bumpkin like him can only work as a migrant worker, or any manual labor job that does not require any advanced or technical skillsets such as moving bricks. Even after working extremely hard and for long hours each day, in the end, his wages might still be withheld and be owed by the foreman!
"Does this bastard have no self-awareness?
Does he not know how little he weighs and how insignificant he is in society," Abigail thought to herself.
…
Abigail had just gone through extreme shock just now, therefore she could not sleep now even though she was lying on the bed. Listening to Maxwell's occasional slight snoring, she was getting even more upset and irritated by the minute. To pacify her emotions, she took her phone and started complaining to Larson through a messaging app.
Regarding the incident at the Hot Fairy Bar, Abigail had initially thought that Avery was bribed by Axel Foster. However, when Avery specially came to find her to explain the situation in the morning, coupled with Abigail's own recollection of the situation at that time, Abigail realized that she had indeed wronged her best friend. This was especially so when Abigail vaguely recalled that it was actually Avery who was the one who ran out of the scheduled meeting venue at that time because she was trying her best to help and protect her.
Now that they had reconciled, the relationship between the two girls was repaired and they were back to being besties again.
Avery, who was awake at this time, was chatting energetically with Abigail.
"Don't be afraid! I'll help you take care of him!
Bring him out tomorrow when we meet and I'll help you show him how cruel reality is!
Let's help him understand that he and we are not from the same world at all," Avery exclaimed excitedly. She continued,
"Tomorrow let's do this and then..."
…
After breakfast the next morning, Abigail took the initiative and proposed, "Maxwell, let's head out together later. We will be going to a gathering and be meeting my friends. This is also a good opportunity for you to get to know my friends."
Before Maxwell could react, Victor exclaimed while chucking, "That's right! My good granddaughter, still ever so sensible! Both you and Maxwell must go out and enjoy yourselves today! You young people should interact and get to know each other more often! Your task today is to go through the party and get more familiar with each other quickly! Both of you need to work harder and try to achieve to give birth to a great-grandson for me to hold as soon as possible!"
"Grandpa! What are you talking about!" Abigail complained. The direction of the conversation was becoming more and more ludicrous as it progressed.
Similarly, Maxwell could not match up to Victor's enthusiasm and had no choice but to just nod in agreement. He had originally scheduled to pull off something big today, but it seemed like he had to postpone whatever he had scheduled for later.
After tidying up, the duo set off quickly. Abigail had dressed herself in casual clothes and a pair of tight-fitting trousers, which made her already long legs look extra long and stylish. Seeing Abigail's long sexy legs, Maxwell, who was sitting in the passenger seat, could not help but recall the steamy session he had with Abigail when her pair of legs were rested on his shoulders. Unknowingly, his thoughts had slowly drifted off to somewhere else.
"What are you looking at?"
Abigail's cold voice pulled Maxwell back to reality from his reverie.
Maxwell blurted out without hesitation, "Legs!"
"Shameless," Abigail retorted in shock.
"I'm just telling the truth! Or would you rather I lie to you instead," Maxwell replied.
"Hmph! I'm also just telling the truth too," Abigail responded.
Abigail then proceeded to ignore Maxwell while stepping on the accelerator of the vehicle they were in.
…
As their vehicle pulled into Yorknish Bowling Club, Avery was waiting by the entrance. She had a sexy figure, the white slim skirt and black silk stockings that she had on accentuating every nook and cranny of her curvaceous figure, highlighting her charming face. She was indeed a rare beauty.
Avery took the initiative to welcome both Abigail and Maxwell. As Avery waved her hand towards Abigail excitedly, she gave Maxwell a subtle look of disdain. He was indeed a rustic country bumpkin, totally unworthy of Abigail!
"Maxwell, this is my bestie, Avery Larson, please get to know each other," Abigail muttered coldly.
Maxwell gave a warm, bright smile as he stretched out his hand in a friendly manner, "Hello..."
Before Maxwell could finish his sentence, Avery rolled her eyes at him and ignored him. She then proceeded to lead Abigail directly by arm into the Bowling Club, completely disregarding Maxwell. "Let's go, Abigail! We've been waiting for you for quite some time already!"
Abigail glanced at Maxwell's direction and commented, "Let's head in together. Don't take the initiative to shake hands with ladies next time. That is counted as really impolite! Do take notice!"
Maxwell shrugged his shoulders as he thought to himself, "Do they really think that it was in my nature to be this enthusiastic? I'm just trying to be nice..."
As they were walking inside, Avery whispered to Abigail, "Abigail, don't worry, I will definitely make that bumpkin look like a fool today and remind him of how underwhelming and unworthy he is in reality! I will ensure that he realizes how shameful it is for him to try to stick by your side!"