Michael heard the footsteps behind him and frowned in irritation.
Right now, he was in a bad mood and, thinking that a maid had barged in, made his displeasure known. "Don't you know how to knock before you enter?"
But the footsteps still did not stop.
Why was this maid so ill-mannered?
Feeling a little ruffled up, he stood on his feet. Once he pivoted to see the intruder, his small lips momentarily hung agape in disbelief, and for a while, he could not say anything.
Maxwell wore a suit and a pair of leather shoes with both hands on his belt. Noting the astonishment and inconceivability on Michael's small face, he burst into laughter. "The door is unlocked, so I came in. Did I disturb you?"
"No…" Michael rubbed his eyes reflexively, thinking that he was
