Chapter 380

Maeve sensed Warren was experiencing his lost daughter's feelings vicariously through her, perhaps because she was a similar age and he sought familiarity. All parents are pitiable in their love and care for their children.

After dinner, Warren sent them back to the hotel. Jaylen, who had trailed Maeve all day, was in low spirits. Daryl had prepared his medicine and awaited him.

"Hurry and rest. The exhibition starts tomorrow. You don't have to follow me; just relax," Maeve waved.

Jaylen smiled warmly. "I haven't seen one of your exhibitions; I don't want to miss this one."

Jaylen mused, Once formal treatment begins, there'll be no time. I should seize this opportunity to do everything I want. That's why I came to Greenhaven. Maeve understood and didn't press. She bid him goodnight and returned to her room.

Shortly after, the video call from her two little ones arrived as scheduled. For days, they'd worried about her, periodically messaging to check on her safety, lest they have to call. These two, like an overprotective father, were even more insistent than usual—their combined age wasn't even ten. Maeve knew this stemmed from her previous virus scare; they feared a recurrence and prioritized her safety above all else.

Maeve answered the call, placing her phone on the table. While tying her hair, she recounted her day. Unlike yesterday, the children's expressions were odd; they seemed…guilty.

"What's wrong? Is something troubling you?" Maeve asked playfully.

Theo nudged Will to speak. Will hesitated, unable to utter a word. Maeve was even more perplexed. What was it that even the usually blunt Will couldn't say?

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

"That must be my supper. I'll get it," Maeve said, rising to open the door.

Instead of the receptionist, she found Jaylen. He wore a bathrobe, his hair wet, a white towel around his neck.

"Jaylen?"

"Am I disturbing you? My room's water heater's broken; I was washing my hair and didn't rinse the shampoo out," Jaylen explained, a touch helplessly. "Could I borrow yours?"

Maeve chuckled at the sight of him, head covered in bubbles. "I'm not using the bathroom. Go ahead."

Their suite had two bathrooms, one outside and one in the bedroom; Maeve usually used the latter.

Jaylen, sensing her amusement, towel-covered his head and entered. Maeve closed the door, returning to the sofa to continue chatting with the children.

Soon, the doorbell rang again.

"Supper, supper!" Maeve, in slippers, rushed to open the door. Her eyes widened in disbelief at the figure that appeared—Byron!

Greenhaven often saw cloudy, rainy days. He wore a tailored dark suit, an ash-colored windbreaker draped over his shoulders. The suit pants accentuated his long legs, his leather shoes polished to a gleam. He exuded such noble elegance that even the corridor seemed a banquet hall. Even his black sunglasses projected an air of imposing authority.

Maeve was baffled by his presence.

"You're here…how did you know I was here, my room number?"

"This hotel is under McDaniel Group," Byron stated concisely.

Maeve's mouth twitched; she'd been unaware of this upon check-in.

"So Mr. McDaniel uses his power for personal gain!"

"Simply eliminating unnecessary steps," Byron took a half-step forward, his tone not a question. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Worried about being seen by other Dreamscape designers on the floor, Maeve let him in. While he moved freely in the ward, he seemed less comfortable here, fumbling about.

Maeve couldn't bear it, taking his sleeve. "Follow me."

"Yes," Byron's lips curved slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

"How did you get here? I thought you couldn't see," Maeve was puzzled.

"Archer."

Maeve understood. "So he left you here?"

"Don't I still have you?"

Speechless, Maeve thought, I resolved to ignore him before coming to Greenhaven. Why did I let him in?

She led Byron to the sofa, immediately withdrawing her hand. Her voice colder than before, "I'll make coffee. You can leave afterward."

"I brought you a gift."

"I don't want it."

"Is that so?"

As the atmosphere chilled, the children, still on video call, grew anxious.

Theo was indignant. "Why can't he be nice? He's far inferior to you!"

Will agreed.

Suddenly, the children exchanged glances, remembering something.

"Jaylen! Jaylen!"

After making the coffee, Maeve heard their murmurs, remembering the video call. She quickly bid them goodnight, ignoring their frantic attempts to remind her of something, and ended the call.

Putting down her phone, she saw Byron's untouched coffee. Frowning, she asked, "Why aren't you drinking?"

Byron half-smiled. "Didn't you say I'd leave after drinking?"

Maeve understood, a little angry. "Then stop drinking and leave!"

"I just arrived, and you're already chasing me away?" Byron's voice held displeasure.

"Good that you know," Maeve was impassive. "You came to Greenhaven before your sight recovered. You're not here for me, are you?"

Byron remained silent, picking up his coffee and taking a slow sip. Then, slowly, "I'm here to see someone."

Disappointment, yet unsurprising, washed over Maeve. As I expected. Why would he be here for me?

She wrinkled her nose, saying angrily, "Then go see her. Why bother me?"

"Yes, I have."

"What?" Maeve didn't understand.

Byron put down his cup, slightly tilting his head. The smile in his eyes caught the light. "In front of me."