Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever

Chapter 310: You Are My Most Beloved Mrs. Sinclair (Finale)

Maxim Sinclair smiled and turned to find Summer Lowell.

Varden Villa.

At the entrance, Matthew stood with bodyguards: "President Sinclair, Mrs. Sinclair hasn’t woken up yet. The doctor said she was overly frightened and also lacking sleep."

"Hmm, let the kitchen prepare some meat porridge and some light dishes."

Inside the room, Summer Lowell lay quietly on the bed, a nurse beside her recording data. Upon seeing Maxim Sinclair enter, she hurriedly exited.

It was not until midnight that Summer Lowell slowly woke up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Maxim Sinclair dozing in a reclining chair by the bed.

There was a blanket at Maxim’s feet, which looked like it had just slipped off.

Summer Lowell carefully got out of bed, picked up the blanket from the floor, and gently covered Maxim Sinclair with it.

"You’re awake?"

Maxim Sinclair tiredly rubbed his eyes with his good hand and stood to help Summer, "Lie down first, I’ll call the doctor to check on you."

"I’m fine," Summer said, grabbing Maxim Sinclair’s right hand, "You stabbed yourself so many times, you’re the one who needs a doctor."

"Regardless of who, the doctor should be called first."

Maxim Sinclair patted Summer Lowell’s hand and went to the door to ask Matthew to call the doctor.

It was half an hour later when both were checked.

After the doctor left, Summer Lowell carefully helped Maxim Sinclair to sit on the sofa: "I was just overly frightened, without any injuries. But you, you’re terrifying right now."

Due to significant blood loss, Maxim Sinclair’s lips were slightly pale. He smiled: "I’m a grown man; these minor injuries are nothing as long as you’re okay..."

He didn’t finish the sentence.

But Summer Lowell understood.

The butler downstairs heard Summer Lowell awake and quickly brought up the meal.

As Summer Lowell ate, she suddenly thought of Vivian Sullivan, asked Maxim Sinclair for a phone, and called Charles Jenson.

Since her phone was thrown into the sea by Justin Huxley, she wished to contact Vivian Sullivan and could only do so via Charles Jenson.

On the other side, Vivian Sullivan was nearly frightened.

Summer Lowell spent a long time helplessly comforting her and was exhausted, sighing repeatedly as she hung up the phone.

"Have dinner; it’s too late today. If Vivian Sullivan is okay tomorrow, let her come by to see you. It’ll be more reassuring."

"Hmm, what about you?"

Seeing his difficulty in moving, Summer Lowell helped put food in his bowl, "You’ve suffered severe injuries; you need to recover at home for a while, right?"

"It’s alright, just some flesh wounds. I’ll recover casually."

Maxim Sinclair didn’t take his injuries seriously.

"How can you recover casually? You lost so much blood, thinking it’s a minor injury," Summer Lowell shook her head, "Stay home and rest during this time. I’ll take care of you."

For the first time, Summer Lowell spoke as if this was her own home.

Maxim Sinclair took a deep breath and said, "By the way, when I’m better, you should return to Noah and continue as a designer. He’s a person of good character, and his family has been in the business for four generations. You’ll certainly make a name for yourself working with him."

"What are you saying?"

Summer Lowell showed surprise and even touched Maxim Sinclair’s forehead, "Should you reconsider once you’re healed?"

Maxim Sinclair smiled and brushed her hand away: "Stop joking; I’ve discussed it with Noah. He’ll wait for you."

"I don’t understand your intention."

Summer Lowell felt something was amiss.

"Noah will soon be reassigned back to Leonia. Stellart’s upper management struggles have reached a fever pitch this year. He can’t tolerate his hard work being destroyed, so he decided to return and reorganize the company. If you’re willing, you can go with him."

This left Summer Lowell in a long silence.

Maxim Sinclair patiently waited; he knew Summer Lowell certainly wanted to go back.

She’s a person with aspirations.

After a long time.

"I thought you would never let me leave Stellarion in this lifetime."

Summer Lowell smiled awkwardly.

"I certainly don’t want you to leave my side, but I can’t bear to see you give up your dreams because of me. Go ahead, just remember to come back. Also, the contract won’t be nullified; don’t think about terminating it."

Summer Lowell’s eyes teared up as she smiled: "That tone sounds like you."

Maxim Sinclair chuckled softly: "Eat up; the kitchen made it special for you, with calming herbs in the porridge. Have a good sleep afterward, I’m here."

The next day.

Vivian Sullivan arrived early in the morning at Varden Villa.

Previously, Charles Jenson feared Vivian Sullivan might do something crazy out of concern for Summer Lowell, so he deliberately concealed Justin Huxley’s kidnapping of Summer Lowell.

Yesterday, upon learning the ins and outs, Vivian Sullivan began another cold war with Charles Jenson.

Summer Lowell looked at Charles Jenson complaining to Maxim Sinclair in the room and smiled as she persuaded Vivian Sullivan: "He’s worried about you; don’t blame him."

"Hmph, let him stew for another two hours." Vivian Sullivan snorted, worriedly checking Summer Lowell thoroughly, "Really not injured?"

"No, Maxim Sinclair arrived just in time."

"I saw; he seems pretty badly hurt," Vivian hesitated, "Honestly, he cares about you a lot. Those messy things in the past... why don’t you just let them go? You should be together well in the future."

"Hmm," Summer Lowell nodded emphatically, "This city is great; it meets our criteria for choosing a place to settle down. Hmm, maybe even a bit more than expected."

"That too."

With that, both laughed, while the two men whispering by the window heard the noise, looked over, and then glanced at each other, also smiling.

"President Sinclair, doesn’t this count as seeing the light at the end of the tunnel?"

Charles Jenson raised his eyebrow meaningfully at Maxim Sinclair.

Maxim Sinclair’s voice carried laughter: "Yes, it’s finally sweet after the bitterness."

...

The seven deep stab wounds required Maxim Sinclair to rest for over three months before fully recovering.

The new year begins, and he personally drove Summer Lowell to the airport, where Noah was already waiting.

"President Sinclair, rest assured, I won’t let Summer Lowell suffer any grievance in Leonia."

"Hmm."

Maxim Sinclair gently patted Summer Lowell’s back, tenderly instructing: "Remember to tell me anything in time. If you miss me, call, I’ll fly over to find you."

"Alright, I got it. The announcement is urging," Summer Lowell nudged Maxim Sinclair, "You should go back; didn’t Assistant Collins say today’s meeting is important?"

"No matter how important, seeing you off comes first! Who knows when we’ll see each other again?"

Maxim Sinclair refused to loosen his grip, hugging Summer Lowell reluctantly, "I’ve changed my mind; maybe you shouldn’t go?"

"Come on," Summer Lowell gently patted him, breaking free from his embrace, "I’m leaving."

...

Winter solstice, the snow flew wildly outside, but indoors was as warm as spring, hosting the latest international jewelry competition—’Artistry.’

As tidal applause accompanied her, Summer Lowell stood up smiling, leading her project team on stage to receive the champion’s exclusive trophy from the presenter.

A minute later, Summer Lowell, holding the hem of her dress, slowly descended from the stage. Maxim Sinclair approached from behind, enveloping her in his arms: "Congratulations, Designer Lowell, on winning the championship."

Summer Lowell’s eyes curved happily: "Thank you!"

"So... Designer Lowell’s dream has come true, what about mine?"

"Yours?"

Summer Lowell understood, entwining her arms around Maxim Sinclair’s neck for a lingering kiss!

After a long time.

Maxim Sinclair wrapped his arms around Summer Lowell’s waist, leaned close to her ear, his voice soft and filled with laughter.

"Mrs. Sinclair, isn’t it time to make it public?"

Summer Lowell laughed, raising her head in that moment, as if the old times were flooding her eyes.

She stroked the ring on her finger, softly said, "A family of three, yes?"

——

If all my wanderings lead to you, I’ll spend my remaining life with you!

(The end)