Crashing into an Old Flame
Chapter 96: Bestfriend

Chapter 96: Bestfriend

He has always done things just for her sake though. Always.

And she wondered if she had never noticed it before or if she just subconsciously glossed over it by thinking that that was what friends would do.

While she thought about those things in a haze, Diana did not forget to make small talk with him.

The more she talked, the closer he would be to forgetting that kiss.

Her lips were still feeling the tingles from that brief touch, it must be because she was crushing over him.

He had so many exes. There was no way he was going to dwell on an almost chaste peck on his lips, right?

After dinner, he still carried her over to the car.

But unlike the warmth she had felt before, she felt cold for some reason. Even though he was holding her in his arms, she felt like there was still some distance between them.

Probably it was the cold. She shrugged it off as the cold.

Both of them did not have even a sip of the wine because he was supposed to drive and she was going to spend some time with Angel when she went back. She was afraid that she would doze off if she had wine.

Diana made some more small talk about how he could invite that chef over. That chef was after all a difficult man to talk to, let alone getting him to come over like this.

And Maxim just told her that he knew that man.

Having no topic to probe about, Diana just instinctively leaned into his arms.... Because of the cold. Yes, abso-damn-lutely because of the cold.

And soon, her eyelids started getting heavy.

Maxim carefully opened the car door and glanced at the woman who was fast asleep in his arms. He placed her on the passenger seat before he closed the door and walked towards the other side.

After he got inside the driver’s seat, Maxim leaned towards Diana and buckled the seatbelt around her.

Just as he was about to sit back, he paused.

He glanced at her face which had scrunched up, looking like she was in pain.

Maxim raised his hand and reached towards her face when she frowned, her lips parted slightly as she mumbled something incomprehensible.

But just as his fingers were about to meet her face, he pulled them back and sat in the driver’s seat.

Maxim stepped on the accelerator and drove off, determined to not look at her.

Yet, he had driven a few meters when he stepped on the brakes, softly cursed under his breath, and stretched his hand towards her.

His fingers smoothened her frown gently and she held his wrist with both her hands tightly, ’’It’s okay, sweetheart. Sleep,’’ Maxim whispered, letting her tighten her hold on him without resisting.

And her solemn expressions gradually disappeared. Her face softened.

In the dim lights of the car, he felt like all her walls were down. Her pretenses too.

When she slept, she was just Diana. The one who neither glossed over her thoughts nor bothered hiding anything from him.

Unconsciously, he leaned closer to her, only stopping when their lips were inches apart.

The memory of her soft lips and those words she had uttered earlier were still imprinted in his head.

It was fine when he never had her.

It was fine she did not know that he had fallen for her the very moment when she first appeared in his life, like an Angel, shielding and defending him with those thin and tiny arms which looked breakable. It was still fine that he had never tasted her....

But now that he did, how was he supposed to wash out that memory of how she felt?

Or maybe...

He leaned closer to her. Maybe, have another taste of her?

She won’t even know...

Just as his lips were about to graze on hers, he moved away from her, tilted his chin upwards, and kissed her forehead, ’’Sleep, sweetheart,’’ he whispered against her skin, ’’Today was yours. Tomorrow will be my day,’’ he removed a small leaf from her hair, the very one which had been stuck in her loose curls since morning since she hid at the sight of him, making his fingers itch to pull it out.

One lingering gaze at her sleeping countenance before he averted his gaze and leaned back on his seat, not looking at her ever again even as he drove all the way back to Ryle’s hilltop mansion.

...

’’Regalia...’’ Daisy frowned as she stepped inside the motel, ’’Si Yena... is at a place like this?" Her childhood best friend was even more spoiled than her little sister.

Daisy was not being biased towards her sister and in no way was the Si family more influential than Chens. But even though Diana was pampered, she was still down to earth, she liked doing her own stuff without troubling anyone, and she was simply a cinnamon roll.

As for her friend? Daisy has never seen that woman without the help of two maids. She even bathed like some Victorian-era princess with the help of a few maids who scrubbed her feet and back. She knew it all because, despite the woman’s spoiled-rotten kind of personality, she was the only person who had stayed with her through the thick and thins during all these years. She was the only person other than her little sister whom she could trust with closed eyes.

And knowing her, it was a shock that she would even be here. In this cheap third-grade motel where the scent of sex seemed to be lingering on the walls. And she was not even exaggerating it.

Despite her initial shock, Daisy calmed her expression and walked towards the reception desk, ’’Lady, I want a room,’’ she glanced at the receptionist who was busy sorting through some files in her hand.

’’All the rooms are reserved,’’ the receptionist’s tone was basically a different version of ’get lost’. She did not even bother to raise her head. Lady? What was this, Victorian era?