Chapter 52 - She Can’t Afford to Provoke

Chapter 52: Chapter 50: She Can’t Afford to Provoke"Young Master Liam, you’re back!" Maya Spencer heard someone at the door call for Young Master Liam and quickly quickened her pace, heading towards her bedroom.

She didn’t want to see him, nor did she want to be seen by him.

When Liam Spencer entered the house, he caught a glimpse of Maya Spencer’s hurried figure retreating into her room. It was such a large room, yet his eyes instinctively landed on her; she was the first he looked for.

Watching her slam the door shut, he felt a surge of anger, his face darkened to the extreme. Was this her way of giving him the cold shoulder?

However, Maya wasn’t intentionally giving him attitude. She was merely following his request not to appear before him.

Back in his room, Liam’s previously calming mood took a turn for the worse, remembering how Maya slammed the door earlier. He bottled up his anger with no place to vent.

He had expected that after climbing into his bed, Maya would have something planned; she couldn’t have taken a loss without a fight.

But he had miscalculated; after the quarrel that day, she never bothered him again, nor did she seek his judgment. For three whole days, she hadn’t appeared in front of him. This made him even more displeased.

At the desk, he slammed the book in his hand heavily onto the table, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold smile as he muttered to himself, "Playing hard to get? Well, she does have some endurance."

Liam didn’t believe Maya could keep it up, swallowing this bitter loss.

"Young Master Liam, it’s time for dinner." A servant knocked on his room door, calling him downstairs for dinner.

Liam took a deep breath, recalling how someone had avoided him earlier. Ha! He’d like to see how she could hide from him under the same roof.

So, he stood up from his chair indifferently, opened the door slowly, and made his way to the living room.

At the dining table, there were only three people having dinner: Hannah and Elia Spencer sat across from him, and Maya was nowhere to be seen.

For Hannah, this was the first time dining alone with Liam, both feeling uncomfortable, sensing awkwardness.

So, out of the blue, Hannah showed concern for Maya, glancing at the servant beside. "Sister Parker, where’s Maya? Didn’t she get discharged today? Call her to come out for dinner!"

The situation was too awkward, so Hannah had no choice but to use Maya as a shield. Besides, wasn’t she on good terms with her third brother? Asking her to join and accompany him for dinner was only appropriate.

"Madam, Miss Maya said she’s not feeling hungry and doesn’t want to eat."

"What kind of behavior is this? It’s been days, yet she still acts all morose. Does she want everyone to join her in mourning?"

Listening to Aunt Parker’s report, Hannah couldn’t help but express her complaints, assuming Maya was distressed over her mother’s death and thus refusing to dine.

"Should I go call again?"

A moment later, the servant returned to report: "Madam, Miss Maya seems to be asleep, there’s no response no matter how much we knock."

"Forget it, just leave her be!"

Across the table, Liam remained silent and barely ate, his expression growing uglier. He hadn’t expected that woman to be so stubborn, avoiding him to skip meals. If that’s the case, he’d come home for dinner every day and see how long she can go without eating.

With this thought, he threw his chopsticks onto the table, got up, and went upstairs. Staying at the Spencer’s made him feel suffocated, extremely suffocated!

This feeling only started the day Maya was hospitalized.

Before that day, he had a little companion. During meals, she’d sit next to him, vying for the dishes on his plate. When night fell, she’d nestle in his room, playing around with him.

Liam hadn’t realized that with Maya around, his otherwise dull life gained a hint of color.

These past few days, with her in the hospital, he read books and exercised calmly.

Now that she was back, time felt unusually slow, so slow it made him restless.

At the dining table, Hannah and her daughter watched Liam leave, instinctively holding their breaths, watching as he went. It wasn’t until they heard his door close that Elia cautiously spoke.

"Mom, these two... They aren’t having a falling out, are they?"

"Who cares! Didn’t I tell you there’d be a good show to watch?"

Watching the tension between Liam and the Little Demon, the two couldn’t help but revel in it, enjoying their meal with more zest.

As night slowly descended, Liam was still working himself hard in the exercise room, while Maya’s stomach rumbled with hunger.

She rummaged through the cabinet multiple times and found no snacks, eventually taking a deep breath, pressing her lips tightly together, thinking that she still had a heavy task ahead. Starving herself would only result in making a joke of herself.

With that thought in mind, Maya quietly opened her bedroom door and sneaked into the kitchen.

Everyone in the house was resting at this time, so she didn’t dare turn on the lights. Utilizing the moonlight, she rummaged through the kitchen cupboards.

She found some ham in the fridge, some bread in the cupboards, and fresh milk. She squatted behind the central kitchen cabinet, stealing glances at the night view outside the glass door while nibbling on her secret dinner.

The moon tonight was especially round and bright, casting a particularly warm glow in the kitchen. Maya never thought this house was nice, but at this moment, she felt an indescribable peace.

She took a deep breath of milk when suddenly she heard movement in the dining room, with footsteps slowly approaching the kitchen.

Maya took a deep breath, hastily swallowing the ham and milk in her mouth, holding her breath, not daring to make a sound.

Soon, the kitchen lights flicked on, and she could tell from the footsteps it was a man’s, specifically Liam’s. Knowing it was him entering frightened her into staying motionless, sitting on the floor with her eyes wide open, not even daring to breathe.

The man, once inside the kitchen, grabbed milk from the fridge, rummaged through several cabinets, and found some bread.

As he was about to leave, his steps suddenly halted. He retrieved a cup from the glass rack, pouring himself some milk and savoring it slowly.

He sipped the milk while leisurely moving towards the right side, and Maya was crouched behind the side cabinet.

Listening to his footsteps, Maya took a deep breath, gently placing the milk on the ground, propping her hands on the tile, and quietly shifting her body, inching her way to the left.

With her silent movement, she soon migrated from the right side cabinet where Liam was to his opposite, curling her body tightly and keeping very still.

She didn’t want to have a direct confrontation with him. Just thinking of his face disgusted her. The dignified chairman of the Owen Clan Group had done such shameless things to his own sister and then shifted the blame onto others.

Maya knew she couldn’t win against him, she couldn’t provoke him, but surely she could avoid him! Wherever he was, she’d steer clear, wasn’t that okay?

At this moment, Liam was already standing at the front right side of the kitchen, holding a glass of milk in his right hand, propped against the cabinet with his left, leaning his back on the cabinet while sipping milk and enjoying the view of the backyard.

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