Chapter 73
Maeve took a step back, her fingers gripping the banister tightly as a clear look of defensiveness flashed in her eyes.
“No comment p>
“I’m not trying to pry on Frederick’s behalf Sebastian hurriedly explained, leaning forward.
Maeve immediately took two large steps back.
“Regardless, my answer is the same p>
With that, she swiftly turned and ducked into the guest bedroom.
She treated him like he was a venomous snake, leaving Sebastian to run a frustrated hand through his hair. He shot a resentful glare at the door where Frederick was sleeping.
He knew Frederick’s mess would end up dragging him down.
Just as expected p>
The next morning, Maeve washed up and headed downstairs, surprised to find Frederick sitting at the dining table.
Her expression remained completely blank as she took a seat on the opposite side, picking up a spoon to stir her bowl of chicken soup.
The soup she usually loved suddenly carried an overwhelming, sickening metallic smell.
The pungent scent hit her nose, making her stomach churn violently.
Frederick noticed she looked pale. Frowning, he moved to sit beside her and gently grabbed her cold wrist.
“Mae, are you feeling sick p>
“Ugh p>
Maeve shoved his hand away, covered her mouth, and sprinted for the nearest bathroom.
Frederick followed right behind her. Watching her heave over the sink, his dark eyes filled with distress as he stepped close, gently rubbing her slender back.
When she finally stopped retching, he helped her back to her chair. He pulled a tissue to carefully wipe the corners of her mouth and pressed a glass of warm water to her lips.
“Drink some water. It’ll help p>
Maeve was forced to take a few sips from his hand.
Seeing she couldn’t drink anymore, Frederick set the glass down and crouched beside her chair, looking up into her face.
“Stomach acting up? Should I have the doctor come over p>
Maeve stared at him. It was as if their explosive fight last night had never happened. He had completely wiped their conflict from his memory.
She closed her eyes, turned her head away, and refused to look at him or speak.
Unbothered by the cold shoulder, Frederick gently held her wrist and said softly,
“I’ll have Dr. Lawrence come by later p>
Maeve’s head whipped toward him, her entire body going rigid.
Dr. Lawrence was the Fairchild family’s highly paid private physician, an expert in both Western and alternative medicine.
If he examined her, he would instantly realize she was pregnant.
And if the Fairchild family found out about the baby, a divorce would become impossible.
Until she could use those photos to strike a deal with Arthur Fairchild and successfully divorce Frederick, no one could know she was carrying this child!
Maeve secretly dug her fingernails into her palms, forcing herself to stay calm.
“There’s no need to call Dr. Lawrence. I’m not sick. Don’t make him come all the way out here for nothing p>
Frederick tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, gently stroking her sweat-dampened cheek.
“Then why were you throwing up so violently p>
Maeve glared at him. “Because of you p>
Frederick looked confused. p>
“What did I p>
He paused, suddenly realizing what she might mean. The tone of his voice shifted playfully.
“You’re not pregnant, are you p>
Maeve’s heart violently leaped into her throat, her eyes widening in sheer panic.
Frederick cupped her face, smiling affectionately as he rubbed his nose against hers.
“If that’s the case, then you’re right. It really is because of me p>
Realizing he was only joking, her racing heart plummeted back into her chest. She let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding. shoved him away hard, and looked at him like he was a total lunatic.
“Do I have to spell it out for you? You disgust me so much that I literally wanted to throw up p>
Frederick’s smile vanished. “I disgust you p>
“Yes, you’re disgusting. The second you get close to me, my skin crawls.” Maeve shot up from her chat, putting distance between them.
“You’d better stay away from me, or next time I might just throw up all over you p>