Maxim Sinclair circled around firmly, catching Summer Lowell, who was about to run away, and pulled her to the table, grabbing the hairdryer beside him: "This little habit of yours of not liking to blow-dry your hair after washing it just can't be changed."
Summer Lowell couldn't stand his affectionate demeanor, reached out to snatch the hairdryer from him, got up, and stepped aside: "No need to trouble you, I can do it myself."
Maxim Sinclair didn't want to argue with her, nor did he want to cause any unpleasantness, as their relationship had just started to improve over the past couple of days.
He nodded and let Summer Lowell do her thing: "Finish up quickly then, in half an hour, I'll contact the yacht manager and take you out fishing."
It seemed evident that Maxim Sinclair was determined to take her out.
Forget it, it's better to just comply obediently.
