Chapter 201
Before Maeve could process her thoughts, Byron’s icy voice cut through, “Wait until we’re actually divorced before your meddle in our marriage
Maeve’s heart skipped a beat at his words
Byron didn’t spare Valda another glance as he carried Maeve to the car and ordered the driver to leave.
Valda watched helplessly as the car sped away, frustration written all over her face. She didn’t know much about cars, but it was clear this one was far from ordinary–probably something only the wealthy could afford
She figured the driver was just a colleague of Byron’s, showing off by borrowing the boss’s car for a dramatic exit.
Once they were in the car, Byron settled Maeve into the seat beside him, then straightened up and took his own seat.
“Sorry if my mother’s words offended you,” Maeve said, her tone steady as she regained her composure. She glanced up added cautiously, “No matter what the job is, even if you’re a driver, earning an honest living deserves respect.”
Byron glanced at her, his face unreadable but his curiosity piqued. He wondered, ‘If I weren’t the CEO of the Mcdaniel. Group, would she have gone to all this trouble to marry me? Would she still be putting on this act now? How long can she keep up the pretense?”
“So, you’re saying you’d stick with me even when the going gets tough?” Byron asked, his tone casual
Maeve felt a surprising wave of relief wash over her. She realized she’d been overthinking things–after all, he was just a driver. She nodded firmly, “I won’t regret my decision, and I have no intention of getting a divorce. I married you of my own free will.”
She wanted to make it clear that her mother’s words didn’t define her feelings. Even if they hit a few bumps in the road, it was her choice. With a bit of effort, their future didn’t have to be all doom and gloom.
Byron lowered his gaze, a faint, unreadable smile tugging at the corners of his lips. She was deftly sidestepping the real issue, but if that was how she wanted to play it, he was more than willing to join in on this little “poor man’s game.”
When Maeve woke up, she found herself in the bedroom of the Pinehurst Apartments. She must have fallen asleep in the car, and Byron had carried her inside.
Her throat was still parched and sore, and her lips were chapped from dehydration. The moment she moved, her stomach. rumbled loudly, a hungry protest. Clutching her belly, Maeve pushed aside the blanket and tried to get out of bed.
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But Maeve had seriously underestimated how she was feeling. The moment her feet hit the floor, her vision blurred, and she collapsed, unable to steady herself. The glass of water on the nightstand went flying, shattering on the floor with a loud crash that echoed through the room.
As cold sweat beaded on her forehead, she reached for the shards, only to have a strong hand firmly grip her arm..
Byron had somehow appeared in the bedroom without her noticing “What are you doing?” Byron asked, his brow furrowed, making his already stern expression seem even more distant.
Maeve froze. “I just wanted to get some water from the living room, but I knocked over the glass by accident…”
