Chapter 7 The Reunion
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"Come on, my little one. You need to take your medicine so you can feel better. You wasted time trying to sneak out. Now hurry up and drink this while it's still warm," Roger coaxed in a gentle tone, trying to reason with Franklin.
He then took a spoonful of medicine from a bowl and held it out to Franklin.
Franklin forcefully pushed Roger's hand away, causing the bowl of medicine to slip and crash onto the floor, splashing brown liquid all around.
Roger, visibly startled, exclaimed, "Oh dear, how could you spill the medicine? This concoction is brewed with your dad's own blood. It's precious."
Before Roger could say more, Maxwell interjected sternly, "Prepare another dose."
Roger hesitated briefly, then replied, "But sir, to make another dose, we'll need your blood."
Without a word, Maxwell retrieved a vial from his pocket, extracted a red pill, and swallowed it.
Roger, furrowing his brow, recounted to Franklin, "My dear, when you were born, you were nearly frozen to death. Mr. Gellar held you for a day and night before your heartbeat came back. He takes meds to warm up his blood so that it can be used to make this medicine just for you. That's a lot of sacrifice for you to get better. That's how much he loves you."
Roger's gaze shifted to the spilled medicine, a pang of sorrow crossing his face.
Without a word, Maxwell unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his sturdy chest.
Franklin watched as Maxwell drew a sharp knife and made an incision into his own chest.
Dark red blood flowed out. Roger swiftly caught some in a bowl and applied a cotton pad to staunch the flow.
"Mr. Gellar, the doctor advised you to take no more than one pill per day. You've taken two pills now. Will you be able to take it?" Roger fretted, his concern etched on his face as he glanced at Maxwell.
Maxwell replied calmly, "No need to worry. As long as Anthony is fine, I'll manage."
Following the bloodletting, Maxwell's blood continued to simmer within him.
Trying to shield Anthony from witnessing his disarray, he rose after dressing and informed Roger, "I'll be in Roman's room for a while."
Driven by concern for the child, he had doubled his medication intake that day, aware of its potent side effects. Post ingestion, he felt his blood surge, akin to being seared over a flame, which impeded even his breath.
With each passing moment, the threat of losing his composure loomed larger, his self-control slipping further from his grasp.
Maxwell's intense gaze bore into Franklin, who instinctively took a step back, stammering, "I... I didn't mean to spill the med."
Franklin's heart raced; this man was truly daunting.
"After you've taken your medicine, go to your room and do your homework," Maxwell instructed sternly before exiting.
Meanwhile, Scarlett used her room key to open the executive suite door.
"Roman? Are you here?" The room was pitch black. Suddenly, a hand clamped around Scarlett's wrist. "Ah!"
Hot breath brushed against her face, causing her to scream in terror.
The familiar scent she hadn't forgotten in five years made her tremble uncontrollably.
Even in the darkness, she recognized that unmistakable fragrance. It had to be him!
Five years ago, Maxwell would turn off the light every night, instruct her to lie prone on the bed, and penetrate her from behind. He liked that position. He would come in with force, leaving her feeling immense pleasure. She couldn't fully comprehend what was going on, but she would still surrender to the intense pleasure.
It was only after she had escaped from the Gellar family that it had dawned on her.
Perhaps he didn't really like that position. Perhaps he didn't even really like her.
Maybe Maxwell thought her face, grotesquely ugly, was too much for him to handle, too repulsive to even look at.
Maxwell also forbade her from making any noise mid-act, claiming it would make him lose control.
After being poisoned, her voice was ruined.
It was only when he got too rough that she hesitantly let out sounds.
Then his large hand would come around from behind, and he'd let her bite it in an attempt to swallow back all her sighs and sobs.
Five years later, in the darkness, Maxwell, like a long-dormant beast, again confined her within his arms.
The fabric of her dress was torn to shreds.
"Maxwell! Stop!" Scarlett cried out.
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