She then listed various elements of her writing that she considered significant, emphasizing Maxwellâs nuanced reactions in different settings.
She felt a sense of pride in her portrayal, believing it to be outstanding.
Maxwell nodded contemplatively as he heard her examples.
Then, he said, âYour portrayal of these instances is certainly praiseworthy, but one aspect appears somewhat unrealistic-the frequency of intimate encounters.
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âYou meanâ¦â Sonia hesitated, her eyes widening in disbelief as she looked at Maxwell.
âYouâre saying that having s@x ten times in a single night isnât enough?â
After Sonia completed her sentence, Maxwell patted her head hard.
âOuch!â Sonia cried out, covering her head with her hands.
Feeling resigned, Maxwell looked at Sonia and remarked, âI believe youâve indulged in too many explicit novels.
A regular person wouldnât be able to have s@x that many times a night.
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Soniaâs expression turned incredulous.
She pursed her lips and shook her head, saying, âThatâs impossible! Iâve come across such descriptions in numerous literary works.
If thatâs your opinion, it suggests your own stamina is lacking.
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âWhat did you just say?â Maxwell asked through gritted teeth, his expression darkening.
Setting down his utensils, Maxwell narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned closer to Sonia.
With a faint smile, he uttered in a playful manner, âGive it a try, and youâll find out if my stamina is lacking.
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Sonia was caught off guard by Maxwellâs words.
As he moved closer, she couldnât help but notice the subtle scent of his cologne.
Her eyes remained fixed on his finely detailed face, momentarily mesmerized.
As Maxwell inched closer, her gaze lingered on his appealing lips.
âWhat are you two doing?â
At that moment, Ariana returned with a dessert plate, holding Melonâs hand.
She observed Sonia and Maxwell with a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Snapping back to reality, Sonia pushed Maxwell aside and exclaimed, âYouâre such a scoundrel!â
Maxwellâs audacity in attempting to seduce her was beyond belief!
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Maxwell composed himself and adjusted his collar with a playful smile aimed at Sonia.
He then resumed eating, picking up his utensils to cut his steak.
Turning to Ariana, he casually replied, âWeâre just having a casual conversation about enhancing literary artistry.
â
Sonia arched an eyebrow upon hearing Maxwellâs intention to elevate her explicit novel in a serious manner.
Stealthily, she pressed down on Maxwellâs foot beneath the table with hers, gritting her teeth as she said, âKeep quiet or leave immediately.
â
She anticipated a retort from Maxwell, yet, to her surprise, Maxwell fell silent.
Sonia shot Maxwell a glare and withdrew her foot, focusing on her meal.
Seated beside them, Ariana observed Sonia and Maxwell, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
After her brief visit to the dessert area, the atmosphere between Sonia and Maxwell seemed odd.
She could sense the flirtatious vibe between them.
Ariana chose not to say anything about it and engaged in occasional conversation with Sonia, enjoying her meal.
Following their meal, the trio headed towards the restaurantâs entrance.
âI didnât drive here today.
Can you give me a ride?â Sonia held onto Arianaâs arm.
Due to staying up late and feeling unwell this morning, Sonia had opted not to drive.