"Are…you alright?" Maxwell muttered tenderly. His hands were still wrapped around her toes.

"Yes, I am," Celine replied with a hint of a smile. Then, she slowly pulled her leg away from him.

"Oh. I will just—"

Before he could finish his next line of words, the door flung open. Richard was back home. On seeing his brother, Maxwell shot up to his feet and kept his gait straight.

"What…is going on..here?" Richard asked as he walked in. He sensed the tension that was in the atmosphere. "Why were you on the ground?"

Maxwell was slightly disoriented. He didn't want it to seem like he was going overboard by showing...