Byron Maeve back to the bedroom before stepping out. Less than later, returned a plate of spaghetti. The aroma was mouthwatering. The pasta was tender, in a zesty tomato sauce, and finished a sprinkle of Parmesan and fresh basil. It was simple, satisfying, and absolutely delicious. never took you for such a great cook. ” Maeve her voice full of surprise. “This spaghetti is fantastic. Byron leaned against the table, his as unreadable as ever. “Just shut up and eat. Don’t waste time talking” If she hadn’t looked so pitiful and defeated, Byron wouldn’t have lifted a finger cook. one else could’ve convinced him to go to lengths. But Maeve wasn’t put off by his demeanor. She could see through his tough-guy act. were truly indifferent he liked to pretend, he would her off let her for herself. “Anyway, thanks for coming to Maeve said with a smile, her dimples adding delicate charm to her pale face, like a rose after rain. Byron’s gaze held on her his slightly furrowed and his eyes growing darker. wondered was just a way to flirt with him. need to thank me,” said coolly. of it the favor you did for me” Maeve more. After finishing her and taking some stomach medicine she found in the house, she felt bit better and was even able to scroll her phone. hadn’t been to office in two days, and even though on leave, manager. Piers, had still called out the group chat, throwing shade about her absence. His basically screamed that anyone thinking of jumping ship was just off coasting through Maeve rolled her eyes, shaking off the comments, and a message from a colleague. message read: [We’re having a department dinner this Friday to goodbye to you. You’ve always had something come up before, but since all worked together, definitely come this right?] invitation was worded in such a way that turning it down would downright rude. colleagues had been giving her grief because Jeff had told them to. Now that they thought she was leaving she wouldn’t have to put with anymore. One last gathering didn’t seem like such deal. After sending reply, Maeve off her ignoring the calls her parents. She got out of bed and the bedroom just as the front door swung open. walked in, followed by of workers uniform. McDaniel, who are these people?” Maeve asked, confused. “They’re here a bed,” Byron said, tone steady directed the workers move the new bed into the guest suddenly that the had promised to deliver the bed, but it still hadn’t arrived. “The store n must have forgotten my order,” Maeve a bit embarrassed. “Since you’ve already gotten bed, I’ll Chapter 15 cancel mine. I should pay for this though. felt a after agreeing support him, she was relying on him for something as basic as a bed. noticed her blushing and assumed she was about not a with him in the future. He inwardly doubting whether she’d actually ordered a bed herself. “No need worry about it,” Byron said. “This bed pricey. Maeve raised an eyebrow, it for a second. was just bed-A few hundred bucks, maybe. But given his it might have been a bit of a stretch for him. She didn’t even the logo on the side the new bed, a symbol of high-end furniture brand known its made luxury pieces. These were so exclusive that even had the cash, getting one was different ball game. furniture pieces were into the guest room, the space underwent a remarkable transformation. The predominantly black-and-white, minimalist design of the furniture exuded a luxury. What once a plain room now radiated a sophisticated, elegant charm. Maeve was tempted to ask where bought the furniture. She’d never come across yet affordable pieces “Are you with everything now?” she asked. Byron, busy arranging his books on the shelf, glanced at her and, for once, “Need something?” me, but your Maeve replied, holding t first-aid kit. change the dressing, isn’t it?” Byron raised an surprised. “How do you know I it yet?” Maeve light smile. Just a guess. You avoid the hospital and seem to others help. Plus, the wound’s in a spot you can’t easily reach on your own. Byron paused, his he looked at her. The truth was, been to remember about the Once Maeve dressing bandaging his wound, she was healing well before, now it’s bleeding again. Have been neglecting it lately?” Anthony had already warned him same thing during visit. But with everything going on at McDaniel Group, there was time to relax properly. Maeve the full but smiled. remind next time. But take care of it yourself too. this wound doesn’t heal properly, it could cause problems down the line. The living room fell silent for a moment. narrowed his eyes, a half-smile tugging at lips. “What kind problems are we talking about?” “Your… your waist, of course…” Maeve then immediately fell silent as she sensed the awkwardness in the air. Byron gave cold snort, leaning closer with his propped on his knee. locked and the soft light in the accentuated the flush on her cheeks, making her look strikingly attractive, her reaction, tightness in his throat and an unexpected urge. thinking, he asked, “Are you in trying something with