Manipulation

Maxwell solved that problem on the eighth day. When Anna took his hand and pulled him to the bedroom, he went, but refused to touch her.

“What's happening to you, Maxwell? What happened to the much-acclaimed virility of the men in the Lens family? You're a disappointment!” She said haughtily.

“Anna, you have three boys who need you.”

“They have nannies, grandmothers, grandfather, you, Jenna... And I'm not in the mood to listen to children whispering.”

“Ian wants to talk to you.”

“You've already taught him that you can't have what you want. Let him understand that.”

“You're neglecting your job as a mother.”

Anna looked at him angrily.

“If you don't want to lie with me, that's fine, Maxwell. I understand that you're a slacker, but you're not going to tell me what to do, or judge me. We're in your courtroom, Maxwell. And you're not the judge here.”

Maxwell looked at her thoughtfully.

“There's something missing, Anna. Tell me what it is, and we'll sort it out, so