Chapter 31
Maeve smiled and agreed, walking over to Jonathan’s side.
“Jonathan, thank you for your help today p>
After saying that, she walked to the entryway to change her shoes. Jonathan called the nanny over to watch Delilah, then stepped forward to follow her.
“I’ll walk you out p>
At the door.
Maeve stood under the umbrella, looking at Frederick through the heavy curtain of rain.
Frederick saw Maeve wearing a flowing silk dress, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Her face, devoid of makeup, had a smooth, luminous complexion, and she radiated a soft, gentle aura.
If only that eyesore Jonathan wasn’t standing next to her.
Frederick’s expression darkened to the extreme in an instant. Ignoring the pouring rain, he stepped through the puddles like the devil himself, reaching Maeve in a few strides, and forcefully grabbed her wrist to pull her to his side.
Jonathan immediately raised his arm to block him.
“Mr. Fairchild p>
Frederick shot him a look, his gaze as cold and sharp as a blade.
“What is the meaning of this p>
Jonathan kept his arm raised, refusing to yield an inch.
“Maeve has an injury on her leg; she can’t get it wet p>
Frederick seemed to just remember this fact, and his body stiffened. He locked eyes with Jonathan for a second or two, not moving until the heavy raindrops hitting his face began to sting. Only then did he step aside.
Jonathan held the umbrella, sheltering Maeve as she got into the car.
Once settled in the back seat, Maeve looked up at Jonathan and spoke softly.
“Jonathan, thank you again for today p>
“It’s nothing.” Jonathan’s gaze fell on her knee, and he handed her the tube of ointment he was holding.
“Remember to apply this when you get back p>
Maeve took it, clutching the ointment tightly in her hand. She choked up, her voice turning hoarse.
“Okay p>
As she spoke, Maeve noticed a damp patch on Jonathan’s shoulder and couldn’t help but speak up.
“Jonathan, the rain is too heavy, you should hurry p>
Bang! A massive crash interrupted her.
Frederick suddenly slammed the car door shut, acting as if even waiting for her to finish a sentence was an annoyance, and quickly sped away from the spot.
The car moved fast, making Maeve feel slightly dizzy. She wanted to say something, but looking at Frederick’s hardened profile. she swallowed her words and closed her eyes to ease her discomfort.
An unknown amount of time passed before the car finally stopped.
Maeve’s body lurched forward from the momentum, and her eyes fluttered open.
She looked around and saw that they were already parked in the Wisteria Cove garage. Just as she was about to open her door to get out, the door beside her was pulled open from the outside. Frederick squeezed into the back seat bringing a wave of dampness with him. He was completely soaked, and several droplets splashed onto her.
Frowning, she reached out to open the door on the other side, but Frederick snatched her wrist. The door slammed shut again, and his long, structured fingers clamped seamlessly around her waist dragging her back with forceful dominance.
Her back hit his broad chest.
The damp silk dress clung tightly to her curves, and his searing body heat transferred to her skin without any barrier.
Maeve felt utterly uncomfortable and struggled to get up, when his teeth suddenly nipped at the nape of her neck.
“What are you struggling for p>
Maeve gasped softly at the sharp sting and reached back to push Frederick away, only to be held even tighter.
She felt his hot breath against her neck, as if he were going to bite down again the very next second.
Her slender fingers suddenly grabbed handfuls of Frederick’s damp, black shirt.
“Stop biting, it hurts p>
At that moment, Frederick forcefully turned her by the shoulders. His movements were harsh and unyielding, though he consciously avoided her injured knee.
He cupped her face with both hands, his words heavy with warning.
“Pain makes you remember. Don’t go looking for Jonathan again, do you hear me p>