Chapter 37 - Hand Over the Phone

Chapter 37: Chapter 35: Hand Over the Phone"Liam, delete the photo." Someone clings onto Liam Spencer, her left arm wrapped around his neck, and her right hand grabbing his raised arm, ordering him seriously.

"Do you call him Liam?" Clearly, he wasn’t happy, not only with how she addressed him but also with her current behavior and attitude. He was not happy.

"Delete the photo." Maya Spencer stiffens her face, as if the man in front of her should obey her.

At the same time, her heart is filled with curiosity, thinking, wasn’t he supposed to be at the party? How did he halfway come back? But she’s glad it’s him who returned and not someone else. If it were anyone from the Spencer Family, she wouldn’t dare to cling and act spoiled as she did.

Even though the two haven’t exchanged more than a couple of words these days, even though she was upset because of his few words a few days ago.

But now, at this moment, she dares to act spoiled with him, dares to order him to delete the photo.

"Ignoring you doesn’t mean I won’t argue with you, don’t push it." Listening to her commanding tone, the man is even more displeased, and promptly removes her small hand from his neck, suspending it mid-air.

After Maya’s hands are grabbed up, she takes a deep breath, wrapping her legs around his waist even tighter, fearing if she loosens her grip, she’ll fall.

She blinks her big eyes, both resigned and defiant, asking, "What do you want?"

"Get down!" Liam commands her to take her legs off him.

"Delete the photo, and I’ll get down."

The situation stalemates again, yet remains so ambiguous, like a couple quarreling.

Hanging onto the man, Maya doesn’t feel any discomfort, nor does she notice the body she’s clinging to getting more heated.

Liam looks at the woman playing stubborn and takes a deep breath, swallowing, saying, "Accept the good or suffer the bad!"

After speaking, he lets go of Maya’s wrist, causing her to lean backward. But who would’ve thought Maya moves quickly, at the moment he releases her, she releases his arm, clutching his neck tightly, leaning forward, her small face pressed to his ear, speaking as she turns her head.

"Delete the photo, and I’ll get down."

Her words are completely serious, without any hint of coquettishness, yet Liam hears her voice, feels her breath, and there’s a different flavor to it. His body can’t help but shudder, thinking, this woman is playing with fire.

He smells the fresh scent of her body, fists clenched tightly, he says, "Maya, you’re seducing me."

"Delete the photo." She has only one goal.

Finally, he can’t stand it anymore, swiftly grabs her small hand from behind, and hurls it away, then quickly grabs her right leg and throws it out.

With genuine force, Maya is naturally no match. She’s thrown out, landing heavily on the wooden floor, producing a loud "thud."

Instantly stunned from the fall, her butt and back go numb, tears stream down her face.

She’s in pain, but more than that, she’s aggrieved; she didn’t expect Liam would throw her down so unfeelingly.

After the grievance passed, she grows angry, lays sideways on the floor, pressing her index finger against her nose, prevents herself from crying out loud, she doesn’t want him to see her weakness, especially after the disappointment.

On the side, Liam watches the girl on the ground, unmoving, and steps towards the study’s exit.

He hadn’t intended for her to fall hard like this, but who told her to ignore his warnings?

Actually, more than that, he’s afraid of being confused by her again, afraid that smelling her scent, he’d act impulsively and do something he shouldn’t, so he could only throw her down, disrupt this ambiguous atmosphere, let her and himself clear their minds.

On the floor, Maya watches the man’s silhouette leave with the phone, she swiftly gets up from the ground, catches up with him, grabs his arm, and bites down mercilessly on his wrist.

Maya’s surprise attack comes too fast, catching the man off guard, the moment he gets bitten, his phone gets snatched by her.

After grabbing the phone, Maya immediately turns around, swipes open the screen lock, his phone doesn’t have a password, saving her time. When she opens the photo album, the man’s hand appears in her sight, starting to snatch it.

Her mind works fast, grabbing the phone and stuffing it into her clothes, into her bra, then protectively holds it with both hands, eyes fiercely glaring at him, still with tears.

Liam looks at her actions, takes a deep breath, asking, "Do you think hiding it in your clothes means I wouldn’t dare to take it?"

"I’ll delete the photo and return it to you."

Listening to the girl’s explanation, Liam disregards it, quickly approaching, raising his hands, tearing her collar open.

He says, "Give me the phone."

"You’re bastard, a damn scoundrel." Maya truly didn’t expect he would tear her clothes.

"Are you sure you won’t give it?"

Hearing his threat, Maya holds her chest even tighter, she refuses to surrender, doesn’t want to be caught with substantial evidence by him.

Liam looks at the girl’s stubborn appearance, reaches out to touch her, when his fingers touch her, he shudders.

Then he promptly returns to normal, focused only on the phone.

"Why do you insist on opposing me? What use do you have with my evidence? I just want to find out the cause of my mother’s death." Maya knows the man is serious with her, it’s not the first time he’s searched her body, so she starts to show weakness, starts to persuade him.

However, predictably, he doesn’t listen to her persuasion at all, his big hand unceremoniously pries her small hands to retrieve his phone.

The girl compromises, Liam then withdraws his big hand, holding it out before her, demanding the phone.

Maya looks at his serious demeanor, takes a deep breath, slowly holding the phone, holding her breath, staring at him without blinking.

"Hmm?" He frowns and asks.

She swallows and takes another deep breath, suddenly breaking into a run, towards the door, Liam sees this, immediately chases, reaching out and encircling her petite waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace.

He leans down and whispers in her ear, "Are you sure you want to play?"

"What are you doing? Why do you insist on holding me?" In an instant, Maya’s legs turn weak with fear, feeling the breath he blows into her ear, her whole body goes soft, she can’t even explain this feeling herself, is it really all fear?