Chapter 107
Frederick replied instinctively.
“Maeve has always had excellent boundaries with other men. She wouldn’t do that p>
Sebastian nodded. “Sure. She loves you, so she keeps her distance from other guys to avoid giving you the wrong idea. But that’s all based on her love for you. Look at it from a different angle: if you can cross those lines, why can’t she? If the love is gone, why on earth should she care about your feelings p>
Frederick’s pupils contracted sharply. He opened his mouth to argue, only to realize he couldn’t form a single word.
If it were before, he would have confidently told Sebastian that it was impossible for Maeve to ever stop loving him.
But the first thing Maeve had done upon returning was burn all their journals.
Even after coming back, she hadn’t reacted at all when she saw Zoe sitting in his passenger seat. She had stopped ordering his favorite breakfast, called out his double standards, and demanded his black card p>
All of these actions painted a picture of a woman who genuinely didn’t care about him anymore, acting with total indifference.
Maeve used to be the person who cared about his feelings more than anyone else in the world p>
It wasn’t that Frederick hadn’t noticed these changes; he just hadn’t wanted to dwell on them. He was subconsciously running away from the terrifying possibility that she might have fallen out of love with him.
Sebastian suddenly asked, “Frederick, do you still love Maeve p>
“My love for her has never changed.” Frederick suddenly felt a pang of regret for using her parents to threaten her. She already felt guilty for moving so far away from them for three years. Even though he had never actually planned on hurting them, he had still gone about things completely the wrong way.
Sebastian spoke earnestly. “Frederick, as your friend, let me give you a piece of advice. While there’s still a chance to salvage this, you’d better go apologize and make things right. Don’t wait until she’s completely given up on you before you realize how much you regret it p>
“I know,” Frederick said, patting Sebastian’s shoulder.
“Keep digging into Zoe and Tristan for me. The second you find anything, let me know p>
“Yeah,” Sebastian agreed, issuing one last warning.
“I’ve always had a feeling that Zoe is hiding something big. Watch your back p>
Thinking back to the scene he had witnessed earlier, for the very first time, Frederick didn’t argue with him.
“I will p>
The next day, Frederick deliberately cleared half his schedule to go to the mall and personally pick out a gift for Maeve.
Zoe was completely in the dark. Upon hearing from the maids that Frederick had gone shopping, she cupped her flushed cheeks and said shyly.
“Frederick is so good to me p>
She was already plotting how she would parade those gifts in front of Maeve to show off.
But speaking of which, she couldn’t help but wonder how Maeve would react to the photos of her and Frederick hugging, and watching the fireworks on the yacht together
Maeve was right in the middle of discussing the studio buyout with Jonathan Giles when she received the photos from Zoe.
Two figures embracing tightly in the dark.
They fit together perfectly, like a pair of devoted swans.
The fireworks bursting over the yacht added an incredibly romantic touch.
She honestly didn’t know how Frederick had the nerve to claim there was nothing going on between them.
He probably just didn’t care anymore, not even bothering to put up a convincing facade.
Maeve’s knuckles turned white as she gripped her phone.
Suddenly, Jonathan’s warm, smooth voice sounded near her ear.
“Since they’ve generously delivered the photos straight to you, you might as well save them as evidence p>
Maeve whipped her head around and saw Jonathan’s face mere inches away. Her breath hitched, and she quickly leaned back creating some space between them.
“Jonathan… I’m sorry you had to see that p>
“It is laughable,” Jonathan replied. A rare, striking chill settled over his usually warm features.
As if afraid his harsh tone would frighten her, he reined in the coldness and spoke softly.
“I was referring to them p>
Maeve saved the photos to her phone and lowered her head, unsure of what to say.
Watching the delicate, vulnerable curve of Maeve’s slender neck, Jonathan couldn’t help but sigh.