Chapter 72
“Forget it. I’ll just keep digging p>
“Yeah p>
Frederick nodded, swaying slightly as he stood up from the sofa.
“Take me home p>
“Which home?” Sebastian asked pointedly. “Havencrest Apartments p>
Frederick ignored the jab, dragging out his words lazily.
“Wisteria Cove p>
Knock, knock, knock.
Maeve Sinclair had just finished showering and was getting ready for bed when the sudden knocking startled her.
Three knocks. That was Martha’s signature habit.
She threw off her covers, walked over, and opened the door. Just as expected, it was the housekeeper.
“Martha, what is it p>
Martha looked at her, her expression conflicted.
“Ma’am, Mr. Fairchild is drunk. Mr. Cole brought him home, and he’s insisting that he has to drink the hangover remedy you make p>
If Frederick had come home alone, Maeve could have easily ignored him.
But since Sebastian was here—and considering he had helped her out last time—it would be rude not to go down and greet him.
“I understand,” Maeve replied simply. She went into the bathroom, pinned her loose hair up with a claw clip, and stepped out into the hallway.
“Let’s go p>
Downstairs in the living room.
Frederick was sprawled on the sofa, his eyes squeezed shut, with Sebastian sitting beside him.
The moment the sound of footsteps echoed through the room, Frederick opened his eyes. Sebastian looked up as well.
Maeve stood at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in white pajamas patterned with little strawberries.
With her hair pinned back, her slender, elegant neck was on full display.
Her makeup-free face was luminous and pale, radiating a soft, tranquil aura.
Just standing there, she brought an indescribable sense of warmth to the massive house.
Sebastian stared blankly for a moment. Frederick, however, had already stumbled to his feet and was lunging clumsily toward Maeve.
“Mae p>
He was a tall man with broad shoulders. As he stumbled forward, his massive frame completely eclipsed her small figure.
Drunk men had no sense of their own strength. Maeve was so incredibly thin—if Frederick collapsed on her, he might actually crush her.
Watching from behind, Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat. He quickly stepped forward, smoothly pulling Frederick back and slinging the man’s arm over his own shoulder He looked at Maeve.
“I’ll take him upstairs to rest. Which room is his p>
Maeve froze, while Martha murmured from the sidelines.
“Didn’t Mr. Fairchild say he wanted the hangover remedy the missus makes p>
Sebastian glanced at Maeve, clearing his throat lightly before speaking.
“He’s totally wasted. Let him just sleep it off. No need to go through the trouble p>
Maeve couldn’t agree more. She hadn’t wanted to come down in the first place, so she stepped aside to clear the path.
“Upstairs, the room furthest to the right by the window p>
“Got it.” Sebastian hauled Frederick up the stairs.
Frederick was heavily intoxicated. Aside from calling out Maeve’s name initially, he didn’t utter another word the entire way.
Once inside the master bedroom, Sebastian dumped Frederick onto the mattress. He took a quick, sweeping glance at the room’s decor before seamlessly withdrawing his gaze.
He pulled the blanket over Frederick stood up, and quietly walked out gently clasing the door behind him. He found Maeve waiting in the hallway.
Sebastian stepped a little closer, raising an eyebrow. “Worried about him p>
“No,” Maeve replied. She had only come to look out of basic courtesy.
“As long as you’ve got him settled, that’s fine p>
She turned to leave, but Sebastian’s voice stopped her.
“Maeve, have you and Frederick started sleeping in separate rooms p>
Maeve paused. Her clear, piercing eyes locked onto him as she fired back.
“Why do you ask p>
Sebastian took another step toward her.
“Is there really absolutely no room for reconciliation between you two p>