Chapter 45
Maeve didn’t pull away, nor did she look at him. She just stared silently out the window.
The car was completely quiet.
Frederick turned his head, his gaze softening as he traced her luminous side profile.
Lately, nearly every conversation between them had ended in a screaming match.
This fleeting moment of peace felt incredibly precious.
Basking in the quiet comfort, Frederick intertwined his fingers with hers, holding her hand firmly.
This was exactly how it was supposed to be between him and his Maeve.
Back at Wisteria Cove.
When Martha saw Frederick and Maeve walk in hand-in-hand, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. She had to blink twice to make sure.
As they drew closer, she clearly saw their intertwined fingers, and a brilliant smile broke out across her face.
The boss and his wife were finally back to being sweet with each other.
Martha beamed and hurried over. “Mr. Fairchild, Mrs. Fairchild, would you like me to make you something to eat p>
Maeve answered softly, “I’ve already eaten p>
She tugged slightly, trying to pull her hand from Frederick’s grasp.
But he held on tight, refusing to let go.
Amidst their silent tug-of-war, Frederick suddenly spoke up.
“Mae, I want you to cook me some pasta p>
Maeve pressed her lips together and shot a helpless glance at Martha.
Martha immediately covered her mouth and let out a terribly exaggerated yawn.
“Oh my, I suddenly feel so tired. I’m going to head to bed. Mrs. Fairchild, I’ll leave cooking Mr. Fairchild’s meal to you p>
Maeve was speechless.
Frederick pulled her toward the kitchen.
“Thank you, honey p>
Maeve shot him a deeply complicated look.
Eventually, she opened the fridge to gather ingredients.
She grabbed tomatoes, ground beef, and pasta for Spaghetti Bolognese. Frederick hated onions, so she left those out.
After prepping the ingredients, she boiled the water for the pasta.
Frederick sat at the dining table, resting his chin on his hand, completely mesmerized by the sight of Maeve cooking for him.
She wore an apron, her long hair tied back in a loose, elegant ponytail.
The steam rising from the stove blurred her features, making her look incredibly domestic and soft.
He didn’t say a word, quietly soaking in the peaceful domestic bliss.
Once the food was ready, Maeve placed the plate of steaming pasta in front of him.
“Done p>
She had already untied her apron and was about to head upstairs to shower when Frederick caught her wrist, pulling her into the cha beside him.
“Stay with me p>
Maeve gave him an exasperated look.
“You want me to just sit here and stare at you in silence p>
A faint smirk touched Frederick’s lips, his gaze drifting over her beautiful features.
“Yes. Looking at you gives me a better appetite p>
Maeve didn’t want to entertain his ridiculous demands. She tried to stand un, but his grip on her wrist remained ironclad
Unable to break free, Maeve pulled out her phone and scrolled mindlessly while sitting beside him.
Frederick never let go. He ate his pasta with one hand.
With every bite he took, he would look up at her.
As if she were the most delicious part of the meal.
Maeve cursed him internally.
Psycho.
The cloud-shaped chandelier cast a warm, golden glow over the room.
Under the light, the towering man sat pressed tightly against her petite frame.
His eyes constantly followed her.
Clingy, desperate, as if he couldn’t bear to look away for even a second.
It should have been an incredibly romantic moment.
But the very next second, Frederick’s phone, resting on the table, suddenly lit up and buzzed.
The caller ID flashed with the name ‘Zoe p>
The warm atmosphere was instantly destroyed.
Frederick stopped eating. Maeve snatched the phone before he could, rejected the call. and stared at him with absolute defiance.
“You are not allowed to answer her call p>