Chapter 45
Seeing that he still seemed puzzled, Marve explained further, “For a previoucan project, Teven worked as a maid for a month to really get a feel for
“Since I recently quit my joli
have some free time, I figured I’d apply to be a bartender apprentice?
She spread her hands in resignation “But they weren’t hiring
The person responüble for that, Byron, finally looked away and said calmly. “Bartending? I know how?
“You do?” Marve vryes widened in surprise.
Byron didict offer any more details, past motioned for her to follow him as he headed out the door.
Half an hour later, they arrived at a vintage apartment building near the university district.
When the elevator reached the ninth floor, Marve followed Byron inside, her eyes curious as she took in her surroundings.
The apartment was slightly more spacious than hers, but not by much.
The furniture was minimal, mostly in shades of black and gray, giving the space a simple yet timeless feel.
It wasn’t exactly cory–more like a bachelor’s retreat thin a home.
Maeve walked over to the window and noticed a rose garden below, though most of the blooms had already faded.
Something about the view struck her as oddly familiar.
“Mr. Mcdaniel, if you have a place to stay, then why did you move into my place?” Maeve finally voiced her confusion. “When I gave you the key, I thought it was because we’re married and should live together. But clearly, you didn’t see it that way….
She had assumed all along that he had nowhere else to go, which was why he ended up staying with her.
Byron’s expression stiffened for a moment.
This apartment was a place he bought in his first year of college with the money he earned from starting Starlight Pub. Even his family didn’t know about it.
Neville’s people were keeping talis on him, but they only v
y watched the estate wall
stayed—not this place.
Il Maeve hadn’t suddenly decided she wanted to learn bartending, and if he hadn’t remembered that he had some old liquor and bartending tools stored here, he might never have recalled owning this little apartment.
There are people watching my usual place. It’s not convenient, Byron replied briefly, pushing aside his thoughts.
“People watching” You mean the ones who were alter you before?” Maeve’s eyes widened in shock. “Then isn’t it dangerous for us to be here…”
“If I brought you here, it’s safe”
“What about your parents? Don’t they live around here?“
“No” Byron clearly didn’t want to dwell on the topic. He walked over to the bar counter in the living room and glanced at her. “Are you here to lear lartending or just to stoopranmund?”
Marve quickly set her curiosity aside and followed laun.
Sull, she could guess that his relationship with his parents wasn’t great. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have chosen to stay at her place instead of going
Since she also had a strained relationship with her parents, she could relate. She made a mental note to avoid bringing it up in the future, not wanting to hauch aurive
bar atra in the apartment resembled a small cocktail lounge,
ere neatly arrangnil, I the tools were there, though covered in a layer of dust. It was clear he didn’t use this
The bottles in the glass cabinet were phce often
Resigneil, Marvel
- began washing the tools they’d need and set them out on the counter.
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Byron rolled up his
is shirt sleeves, revealing strong. well–defined forearms.
As he mixed the drinks, his hair brushed d lightly against his brow, casting a shadow over his sharp features, adding a touch of understated allure.
Maybe it was the warm lighting, but Maeve found herself spacing out.
She was jolted back to reality when something cold touched her cheek, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Byron looked at her with his usual indifferent expression as he set down a silver cocktail glass.
“Did you catch all the steps!” he asked.
Maey
rated for a moment, then nodded uncertainly.
Byron stepped aside. “Go ahead, give it a shot”
Maeve eyed the white cocktail that k
Just then, the
e phone on the table vibrated.
looked delicious and obediently walked over to start mixing her drink.
