After the call ended.
Adam said goodbye to Joey and the others, then went to MAX's apartment.
Nothing happened that night.
There wasn't a million words omitted here.
After all, this was a pure romance novel.
And Adam wasn't the sort of crude man who rushed into things.
Emmm.
Mostly because Adam and Sheldon were good friends. Adam had learned a few things from Sheldon, and it had subconsciously ingrained a principle in him.
That was, without a clearly signed informed consent form, even if the other person agreed verbally, absolutely no.
There were simply too many honey traps across all these worlds.
Fortunately, Adam had not encountered Sheldon's predicament of being forcibly kissed by Amy.
Come to think of it, that made sense.
Not everyone was so uninhibited.
Someone like MAX, who jumped straight into dirty talk at the slightest disagreement, was even rarer.
Besides, the conditions of the bet had not been triggered at all.
MAX truly sympathized with Caroline's situation. Kindhearted as she was, she was willing to offer Caroline whatever help she could.
But that did not mean MAX had already accepted Caroline as a sister.
Of course, Adam was a proper gentleman and did not care about such things.
So Adam merely talked with MAX about matters that had been inconvenient to discuss over the phone.
That was all.
Then, after greeting Caroline, whose eyes were red from working the night shift without enough rest, Adam left MAX's apartment for work.
In the blink of an eye, another week passed.
That night.
"What happened to her?"
When Adam arrived, he saw Caroline wiping away tears as she entered the bedroom and could not help asking in surprise.
"She's upset."
MAX said helplessly, "There was an auction today, selling off Channing family belongings. Caroline watched things