"I''ll fix it!" Maeve raised her hand. "I''ll put it in the washing machine for you. You can watch it wash the shirt. Is that okay?"


    A faint smile appeared in Byron''s eyes. "Sure."


    The sharp stone stuck in Maeve''s heart seemed to have been sharpened in an instant and no longer hurt.


    She smiled and finally felt relieved. "It''s just that I won''t have a home anymore. I can live on my own."


    She didn''t care about her family any longer, who had only kept asking her for money.


    Hearing this, Byron frowned. "What are you talking about?"


    Maeve looked up at him nkly from the towel.


    "Maeve, you seem to have forgotten something." Byron raised his eyebrows, his gaze extremely aggressive. "We''re not divorced yet."


    In an instant, Maeve''s heart began to race, as well as her blood.


    She widened her teary eyes slightly, and her beautiful eyes shone brightly.


    After a while, Maeve suddenly calmed down when she realized that there was another meaning behind his words.


    She barely suppressed her joy. As she wiped her face, she pretended to say casually, "It''s only a matter of time before we''re divorced, right?"


    Byron did not say anything about this.


    He never made meaningless promises.


    Maeve''s action of wiping her face slowed down, and she felt that the vigor in her was gone.


    Maeve thought that since he didn''t deny it, it meant that he still wanted to divorce her, but not now.


    She supposed it wouldn''t change that their marriage had always been time-barred and would end at any time.


    *****


    In the bedroom in the Reese family''s ce, Horace stood by the window with his phone. From there, he could see the situation at the intersection of the neighborhood. When his cell phone rang, he answered it immediately.


    It was unknown what the caller said, but Horace mmed the window frame angrily.


    Horace yelled, "There''s a pile of waste paper in her bag? Where''s the card? Where''s the money? Doesn''t she keep that in her bag? Search it carefully!"


    The caller said, "We''ve searched a few times, and her card isn''t in the bag, so how are we gonna get that for you? Seriously. You even said that your sister is rich, but in the end, there are only about 20 dors in her wallet." Horace pulled his hair. "She definitely didn''t bring her card with her. Damn it, I miscalcted. I thought she''d bring it with her whenever she came home."


    In the end, he didn''t even get 40 dors.


    The caller asked, "Isn''t your father an executive of a listedpany? Go and ask him for money!"


    "My dad almost beat me up because of 100 thousand dors. If he finds out that I''m owing money, he will probably be furious." Horace was extremely annoyed. Otherwise, he would not have pinned his hopes on Maeve.


    "That''s none of my business," the man said. "Anyway, if you don''t return Mr. Craig''s money this week, you''ll suffer."


    With that, the person hung up.


    Horace cursed and threw his phone to the floor.


    He thought, ''It''s all Maeve''s fault for not bringing her bank card with her. What a waste of my tips for getting two buddies to rob her!


    Horace was about to angrily step on the phone when he got


    It was an unknown number.


    another call.


    Horace spat in annoyance before picking up the phone. "Who is it? What? Booth? Who the hell are you


    The next morning, Maeve woke up with a faint floral fragrance.


    When she opened her eyes, she saw a bouquet of peonies on the table. There were crystal-clear water droplets on the petals. The flowers were very fresh and moving. Harold''s medicine was very effective. Her two ankles no longer hurt as much asst night. Maeve felt a little ufortable when she walked, but she could tolerate it.


    She stood in front of the table and realized that there was a box in the middle of the bouquet.


    She opened it and saw that it was a brand new phone.


    There was no need to guess who had prepared it.


    She wondered if this was a bonus reward for the sticker.


    Maeve smiled unconsciously, but she soon stopped.


    She thought, ''He does treat his wife well. Will he treat Karen so well in the future?''


    Thinking of this question, Maeveughed at herself. She supposed it was a waste of time to ponder on that question since the answer was obvious.


    She stopped pondering and slowly walked to the bathroom to wash up.


    When she came out, she saw Byron walking in.


    He was dressed in a well-tailored dark suit with a golden ratio. Even good-looking models would feel ashamed of their inferiority when they saw him. His slender legs were elegant as he walked, and he exuded a noble aura. Maeve held onto the wall and walked slowly. She was stunned for a moment when she saw this scene.


    The next second, Byron was already in front of her.


    "I''ll carry you down," Byron said calmly. His tone did not sound like he was negotiating with her. Instead, it sounded like he


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    "No, thanks. I can walk by myself." Maeve shook her head and rejected him without any hesitation.


    It was just a little ufortable to walk. She felt much better than she did yesterday.


    Byron frowned slightly. "Breakfast will be cold by the time you walk downstairs."


    Then, he took a step forward, picked up Maeve, and strode out of the bedroom.


    Maeve raised her head and looked at his well-defined jaw. She had a lot on her mind.


    "I saw the bouquet and the phone. Thank you," she whispered.


    Byron walked into the elevator and asked her calmly, "Do you like it?"


    Maeve said, "I don''t think there''s a woman who wouldn''t love a surprise like that."


    "Is that so?" Byron gave her a sidelong nce. "I can''t tell how much you like it."


    He thought that if she liked it, she wouldn''t look so troubled.


    Maeve was speechless and could not answer.


    She liked it, whether it was the sticker or the new phone he had specially bought for her.


    However, Maeve thought that she would be happier if Byron had prepared this surprise for her not because she was his wife.


    After breakfast, Byron dropped Maeve off near Eternal Hope.


    "Are you


    sure you


    don''t need me to send


    you


    in?" Byron nced at her ankles. "Can you reach the office before dark?"


    have to worry about that. I''ll definitely make it before dark."


    The corners of Maeve''s mouth twitched. "You


    With that, she pushed open the car door angrily and slowly walked toward the building.


    It was a critical moment in the production of gowns. As long as she was not lying on the hospital bed and unable to move, she had toe to thepany.


    As long as Maeve walked slower, the pain in her wound would not be so obvious.


    "Maeve." A warm and clear voice


    From behind her.


    Maeve stopped and turned around. When she saw Alex walking over, she smiled at him. "Alex, good morning."


    "Good morning to you too." Alex noticed her abnormality and could not help but look at her feet. He asked worriedly, "Have you not recovered from your previous injuries? I see that you''re having a hard time walking." Maeve shook her head. "It''s not


    1. at. I identally fellst night, but it''s fine. I just walk slower."


    Alex sighed softly. "You''ve really been through a lot recently. Let me help you walk. This way, you won''t have to do it so hard."


    Seeing him extend his arm, Maeve was too embarrassed to refuse. She nodded and said, "Thank you, Alex."


    Alex said, "I told you not to avoid troubling me."


    The two of them chatted andughed as they walked into thepany. They did not notice that there was a gloomy and sharp gaze on their backs.