Do you believe in love at first sight?

Chapter:8.2

"Aren't you their friends?" Maxwell looked at the handsome man strangely.

He sneered slightly, and there was a hint of contempt in his tone. "We're also the male prostitutes he calls them, do you think we'll be friends?" Who would want to be a male prostitute and be insulted in public, even in front of a lover, this is the most unbearable situation in their profession.

Maxwell was surprised by the man's answer, but he thanked them with a grateful smile. Seeing that there was no disdain in Maxwell's eyes, the three men smiled heartily, and a sense of respect rose in their hearts, and they envied the man named Ian for having a lover who cared for him so much.

At this point, Ethan was still in a state of panic. His lower lip was bleeding from biting too tightly, and his hands were clenched tightly under the table, which had become red and swollen. Maxwell looked at him in such pain, and the anxiety and apprehension in his heart intensified.

Maxwell furrowed his brow deeply, walked over to Ethan and sat down, reaching out to gently separate his tight hands and gently lift his chin. "Don't be like this, it's not a big deal, open your mouth gently,okay? Don't hurt yourself like this. He pulled out a tissue and gently wiped the blood from Ethan's lips, carefully trying to separate his lower lip from his teeth.

Ethan's hands were bewildered by the loss of support, and he had to clutch at Maxwell's clothes, making a sound that almost choked in his throat. The tears in his eyes gradually welled up, and his emotions became more agitated.

"Want to cry? If you want to cry, cry out, and my shoulder will lend you to lean. Maxwell watched Ethan struggle to suppress himself, his heart filled with unbearability. Still trying to control himself, Ethan took a deep breath, as if he was trying to resist the pain inside.

Maxwell sighed and stretched out his arms to take Ethan into his arms. Even though he knew Ethan couldn't hear, he whispered comfort in his ear word by word. Every word is full of love and warmth, as if I want to fill the hole in Ethan's heart with these words.

Although Ethan couldn't hear him, he could feel Maxwell's warm breath in his ears, and the feeling of being pampered penetrated into his heart like a warm light, causing his stiff limbs to gradually relax. He slowly reached out and wrapped his arms around Maxwell's muscular body, seeking that peace of mind.

Until this moment, Ethan's cheek pressed against Maxwell's hot chest. This authentic touch caused Ethan to let out a faint cry, and the crystal tears began to gather in his eyes, slowly sliding down. Every tear carries the pain and exhaustion in his heart. "I want to leave, I want to go home."

Alright, let's go now." Maxwell heard his muffled cries, and a pang of bittersweetness settled in his heart, making him feel a deep, lingering ache mixed with a touch of nostalgia.

Such a small person—what kind of experiences has he endured? Ethan had mentioned he was very fragile. How did someone with such a delicate nature manage to survive that unbearable past? Maxwell wanted to know so much and wished he could offer him comfort.

Maxwell never let go of his hands, "Hello, we’ll settle the bill and leave. We won’t be taking the steaks we ordered. Also, please list the damages and send the total amount to this card’s email." Afterward, Maxwell took Ethan and left the restaurant to go home.