The Unstoppable Pursuit of My Relentless Ex

In the courtyard of Gellar Villa, two clear pathways remained open. Fresh flowers and altar?decorations hadn't yet been removed. Laura Gellar's funeral had just concluded. ***** The door of Maxwell Gellar's study creaked open. A 30-week pregnant woman entered slowly, carefully balancing a tray on her hands. Her cheeks bore purplish-red hues, crisscrossed with jagged scars that gave her a somewhat sinister and unsettling appearance. Maxwell, Laura's son, was alerted by the door's creak. He glanced briefly in her direction, then set aside his work, calmly observing her every move. "Maxwell, I brought soup for you. Have it while it's still warm," she said, her voice hoarse and jarring. Seated at his desk, Maxwell exuded an air of refined elegance. His sharply chiseled features lent his countenance an exceptional handsomeness. Casually leaning back in his chair, he radiated a powerful aura of masculinity. The fabric of his suit vest stretched taut over his muscular physique. Gaze fixated on the woman, he fiannly beckoned her over with a wave of his hand, "Come here, silly girl." Lowering her head, she obediently approached as he drew her into his embrace. The fine fabric of Maxwell's shirt felt cool against her skin, causing her to shiver involuntarily. The crisp scent of Maxwell's aftershave??a blend of cologne that spoke of sophistication and intrigue??soon enveloped her, wrapping around her like a veil. Sorting through some meticulously arranged documents on the desk, Maxwell located what he sought. He casually retrieved a document and passed it to her. "Sign this." Those people could arrive at any minute. For her safety, he needed to send her away in advance. Initially reluctant to marry her while bedridden, he had grown to regard her as indispensable over time. Above all, he couldn't allow any harm to befall her. "What is this?" she asked, tilting her head to scrutinize the document in Maxwell's grasp. Maxwell chuckled at her silly and innocent demeanor before placing an expensive pen into her hand. "Right here, write down your name." His hand rested lightly on her waist as he drew closer, his eyes fixed on her cheek. The scars on the woman's face looked menacingly horrific, yet his expression remained calm. "I've taught you how to write your name, remember?" Maxwell said gently, his warm breath brushing against her ear. The woman cradled in his arms, affectionately dubbed "silly girl", had been rescued by Laura just a year ago. When she arrived at the Gellar Villa, her face was marred with scars from poison. She was so amnesiac that she was unable to recall anything from her past. Even her voice had turned hoarse, and her mind regressed to a childlike state. But Laura's trusted pastor had insisted that she was destined for Maxwell, believing that marriage would aid in his recovery. At the time, Maxwell was also in a critical condition, comatose for nearly three months despite the best medical care money could buy. Witnessing his worsening condition, Laura made a bold decision, swiftly arranging their wedding. Whether by chance or thanks to the pastor's foresight, Maxwell miraculously emerged from his coma on their wedding night. Now, Maxwell lowered his head, his gaze drifting to her round belly. Just days ago, their obstetrician had confirmed that she was carrying twins, their due date now only a month away. Maxwell tenderly caressed her belly, filled with hope for the safe arrival of their babies. He had faith in their journey ahead and in the blessings destined for Nyla as their mother. Nyla felt the warmth of his palm and gently covered it with her own. It was a moment of serene connection. Seated on his lap, she painstakingly inscribed her name onto the document. The name, Nyla Gellar, was bestowed upon her by Maxwell. However, in their everyday interactions, he often addressed her with a casual albeit endearing nickname, silly girl. "Maxwell, I... I've signed it. Take a look," Nyla said, placing the pen down. Having lost her memory, she could no longer read. The only thing she could write was the one Maxwell had taught her. He chuckled as he folded the signed divorce papers and placed them in his pocket. Dialing an internal line, Maxwell instructed the butler, "Roger, send Mrs. Gellar off." His narrow eyes were inscrutable. Nyla widened her eyes in confusion. She couldn't grasp the situation and simply stared at Maxwell as he approached. Maxwell exuded authority, his handsome face bathed in the soft glow of the study's light as he drew nearer to her. Placing his large hand on top of her head, Maxwell gently tousled her hair, whispering soothingly, "You've always wanted to see snow, right? I'll have Roger take you to Courtyard Glenwood Springs, where you can enjoy the snow and hot springs." "Maxwell, will you... Will you come with me?" Nyla pleaded with him, her eyes filled with tears. A smile devoid of warmth flickered On Maxwell's face. He had always been an expert at concealing his emotions. Even the genuine tenderness in his heart was concealed behind a facade of composure. It pained him to send her away on her own, but he had some urgent matters that demanded his immediate attention. She could be a bit clingy, so he knew he must act decisively, even if it meant evoking a hint of fear in her to ensure her compliance. "I'll join you once I've taken care of everything. Head to the hotel and wait for me," Maxwell stated calmly. His hand transitioned from her head to her neck and squeezed it gently. Nyla looked at him, unable to muster the courage to ask further. In the end, she nodded, obediently and left the room. ***** After closing the door and taking just a few steps, Nyla found herself face-to-face with Maxwell's sister, Angelina Gellar, who exuded an air of arrogance and a hint of foolishness typical of a bully. However, for someone as naive as Nyla, discerning Angelina's malicious intent was no easy task. No matter what Angelina said, Nyla would simply stare back with her solely unblemished eyes and maintain a resolute silence. "Do you even know why Maxwell is sending you away?" Angelina stood before her condescendingly. "Maxwell wants to go see the snow with me," Nyla replied innocently. Angelina sneered coldly. "Nina has come back, and with Mom gone, nothing stands in Maxwell's way to marry Nina! He's getting rid of your stupid ass!"