Chapter 4 taking you home.

News of Max Andrews using his sister's life to force her into marriage soon spread to the Brock Estate. The Brock Estate has a big family and a big business, and has always paid attention to decency and etiquette. Max Andrews' behavior has been labeled as shameless and disreputable. Although the Andrews family is not a match for the Brock Estate, it is also prominent in the local area. The younger generation of the two families get married, even if it is only old Mr. In the face of Andrews, the Brock Estate cannot fail to show. So that afternoon, Max Andrews received a string of passwords for the villa. Greenland 9, the wedding room for her and Alex Brock. Max Andrews didn't have a lot of stuff, so he picked it up at the Andrews family and finally pulled two suitcases and went to Greenland. The room was deserted, no fireworks at all, and Alex Brock certainly hadn't been here yet. Max Andrews turned on all the lights and turned the TV on full blast to dispel the shadowy loneliness. When the night was dark and the moon was high, she did not wait for Alex Brock. This is to be expected, and Max Andrews comforts himself not to push people so hard, but can't help thinking, is he in Ava Andrews' ward now? Two emotions came and went, and she took an absent-minded bath and tossed and turned on the big bed. In a daze, she saw Alex Brock's face with a gentle expression, which was the way she missed him. "Max," he said with a smile in his voice, "it's useless to be afraid of the dark." Max Andrews leaned toward him, hugged his waist and whispered, "I'm useless. Don't leave me. I'm not afraid of anything with you." Tears soon burst out, and Max Andrews sobbed and opened his eyes, looking down in a panic at what he was holding in his hands. Quilt, cold quilt! She lifted it forcefully, got out of bed and went into the bathroom to pour water on her face angrily. It was not until her cell phone rang in the bedroom that she returned to the bedroom with drops of water all over her face. "Grandpa?" old Mr. Andrews' voice was old, inculcating, "Max, if you want to live with Alex, live well.". "He's still out drinking in the middle of the night, so you can have a snack and let people see you." "I know," Max Andrews whispered. She changed her clothes according to the old Mr. Andrews gave us the address and drove out to the bar. At one o'clock in the night, the city has fallen into a deep sleep, but the bars are still brightly lit and the loud music is deafening. Max Andrews goes to the front desk and asks for Alex Brock's box number. The receptionist said he couldn't reveal the privacy of the guests. Max Andrews asked several times, and the man finally got angry. "Who are you?"? You don't look in the mirror, just your bitter face, Mr. Does Brock like you? "I'm his wife," Max Andrews said lightly, not anxious or annoyed. "Alex, are you married?" In the box, a young man pushed the door and asked excitedly. When he met Alex Brock's sharp eyes, he shrank his neck and pointed to the door. "Just now, I saw a woman looking for you outside, claiming to be your wife." Alex Brock leaned back on the sofa and said, "Oh," half of his face was hidden in the darkness, unable to see his joy and anger. "Tell her to come here." "What?" Alex Brock shook his glass. "Tell her to come over and show me what my wife looks like." The people in the box laughed with a bang, expecting to see a good show tonight, and they all craned their necks to look at the door. Soon the door opened and a tall woman came in. She was dressed out of place. Her beige dress and a thin windbreaker of the same color made her face cold. Max Andrews looked around, walked to the end, stood next to Alex Brock, lowered his head and whispered, "Alex, I'm here to take you home."