"Personal questions?" Maxwell queried with slightly visible traces of concern etched in tone.

Celine threw a warm grin at him and bit her lips in a manner that communicated her intentions to Maxwell.

"Yes," she replied.

Maxwell felt chills rushing down his throat. He wanted to speak but was not able to find all the words he needed. No woman has ever put him in a situation like this. Maxwell, being who he was, was naturally intimidating. His presence conveyed a strange aura that could humble whoever was before him. But when it came to Celine,he found himself on the defensive line. Instead of Celine resisting the urge to climb...