Chapter 62
“Instead of wasting time apologizing for your ex–boyfriend, how about making me some pasta!” Byron interrupted. “I haven’t had dinner yet”
Maeve paused her guilt easing a little as a small smile tugged at her lips.
1 actually prepared a big meal this afternoon to thank you for letting me stay here, but when you didn’t come back. I put half of it in the fridge, can heat it up, and it’ll be ready in no time.”
With that, she got up and headed to the kitchen
Only then did Byron have a moment to take in the newly transformed living room.
The hanging clair by the floor–to–ceiling window was probably something Maeve had bought. Next to it was a small cream–colored cabinet stuffed with snacks Not only that, but there was also a half–eaten bag of chips left on the glass table.
Byron pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking. This place is quickly becoming her domain”
When the packages she had ordered online were delivered to Pinehurst Apartments, Maeve had no choice but to go back for them.
Fort
taly, since it was daytime, she didn’t run into the people sent by Jeff this time.
She hauled the packages back to Byron’s apartment, and they almost formed a small mountain in the
comer.
After unpacking everything. Maeve took the items that needed washing to the bathroom, completely missing a package that had slipped under the table
Suddenly, her phone rang. When Maeve checked, she saw it was a message from Bonnie.
Bonnie was attending a party tomorrow night where a designer she knew would be present. She offered to introduce Maeve if she was interested
This was undoubtedly a big opportunity for Maeve, especially given her current situation where her resume seemed to be going nowhere
Maeve: [Thanks, Bonnie, but are you sure it won’t be too much trouble for you!
Bonnie: [Not at all. It’s just a matter of a few words. But whether he takes a special interest in you will depend on your own skills. But I believe in you]
Bonnie: [Remember that handmade dress you showed me! Wear that tomorrow night, and you’re sure to make a great impression.]
Maeve felt a warm sense of gratitude.
After thanking her again, Marve went to her room to find that dress, planning to give it a quick wash before wearing it.
Her previous job had I relegated her to menial tasks, leaving her with little opportunity to work on actual designs.
She was frustrated, but with no one to talk to, she would buy fabric in her spare time and design clothes for herself.
This dress was born out of a sudden burst of inspiration, but she had never had the chance to wear it–until now.
Because of this, Maeve was in a great mood all day. She even made an experially lavish dinner that evening.
Byron came back earlier than the day before, almost at the same time as the drinks delivery.
Maeve had felt a bit uneasy around him last night, but today she was in such high spirits that she forgot all about being kissed.
Fager to organize her old design sketches, she retreated to her room as soon as they finished dinner.
Byron watched her go, raising an eyebrow slightly. He thought, ‘She’s this happy just because I had dinner with her? She couldn’t stop smiling at me across the table. Annoying
For once, Byron didn’t return to his study to work. Instead, he sat on the sofa, handling some emails on his tablet
Just then, he noticed a package that had fallen near the edge of the table and picked it up. The recipient was Maeve, but the sender’s name was Jeff,
