The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Chapter 1030

After a two–and–a–half–hour movie, Blake and Liam ended up in a packed elevator. Blake winced as someone acr’dentally stepped on her foot. Liam quickly guided her to a less crowded spot, asking. “You

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Hang in there, just a little longer,”

“Okay.” Blake found solace behind Liam, their hands finding each other’s. She glanced up at him, her heart fluttering.

When they finally reached the ground floor, Liam did not let go of her hand, his brow furrowed slightly. Blake had noticed him closing his eyes now and then during the movie.

“Is everything alright? You don’t look too good,” Blake expressed her concern.

Liam looked a bit worn out, and shook his head, “I’m okay. Let me take you home.”

Blake recalled a text from her mom and asked, “Is it your headache again?”

Liam’s pained expression reminded Blake of a weary golden retriever, endearing yet pitiful. He gave a weak smile and said, “Just need to take my medicine back at home.”

“I can’t let you suffer like this. Let’s get you some medicine. I know how bad headaches can get. Let’s go, I’ll help you out.” Blake insisted.

Before Liam could protest, Blake took his hand and guided him out of the building. At that moment, Liam’s gaze remained fixed on Blake unbeknownst to her.

In a nearby parked car, Kevin and Susan watched them leave. Susan remarked, “Isn’t that Blake? No wonder she left right on time, she’s meeting her boyfriend

“He does look pretty handsome,” Susan added, glancing at Kevin, who seemed displeased.

Quick/t

Liam headache medicine and a bottle of water.

works f

gentle on the stomach,”

she urged, “Go ahead, take

“Okay

something else. As he took the pills, his lips brushed against

unscrewing the bottle cap and holding it to his lips,

are you? Let me check,” Blake said, reaching up to

instinctively bent down, allowing Blake to touch his forehead. Comparing it to her own, she concluded, “No fever, probably just stress from

soon.”

“Thanks,” Liam murmured.

out on me. Where’s

his pocket and pointed in

rent for staying here must

who had known each other for

it’s not

said, “Your job’s pretty nice. You stay at home every day writing novels. You don’t need to network or deal with angry bosses. You know, the

Blake, “If

looked at him, “I’m not like you. I don’t eam hundreds of thousands of dollars or even millions in a month. Besides, if I don’t work, who’ll support me? I don’t want to burden

responded, “I have money. I’ll support you.”

blew at her and messed up her hair. The lights at the road side

date, so we should take it slow. Who says stuff like that at

his head like a well–behaved child who had said something wrong. Blake looked at him and suddenly noticed that his

then arrived at a

walking,