Chapter 392

Just as Maeve was lost in thought, her body was suddenly lifted into the air. Startled, she immediately wrapped her arms around Byron's neck. "What are you doing?"

"Instead of wasting your time thinking about other things, why don't you care about me?" Byron said calmly. He placed her on the bed and pounced on her.

Maeve blushed at his sudden action. "Wasn't I just concerned about your injuries?"

"It's not that," Byron said, grabbing her hand and putting it down. "This is what you need to be concerned about."

Maeve was shocked. She glared at him angrily. "You can't even see and you're still thinking about such things! Can you do it now?"

Men are sensitive about hearing such questions. Byron immediately proved with his actions whether he could or not. Only his sight was gone; all other senses remained. It was more than enough to make her cry.

"Wait, I'm on my period!"

Byron's voice was hoarse. "Then I'll suffer a little."

The next morning, Maeve woke up with a hoarse voice, as expected. Her legs were as soft as spaghetti; she couldn't even walk. She was wrong. She shouldn't have changed her clothes and left the door unlocked, giving him an opening. Because she had something on her mind, she sought comfort from him, revealing her vulnerability. In the end, she was completely consumed. She thought her period would protect her, but she hadn't expected that even without intercourse, he still had hands, legs, and…

Maeve walked to the dining room and slowly sat down. She said weakly to Theo, "Baby, give me a bottle of hot milk."

She needed nourishment. Theo immediately went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle, thoughtfully opening the cap. "Mommy, drink."

"Thank you, baby," Maeve said, taking a large gulp and finally feeling a little better.

"Did Mommy not sleep well last night? You look like a scholar whose essence was sucked away by a vixen in a television drama," Theo said, leaning against the table in a milky voice. The description was apt.

Maeve's face showed a look of vicarious sadness. "The vixen is your father, baby."

Theo said again, "Although Mommy with dark circles under your eyes is also very pretty, baby likes Mommy best when you've had enough sleep and are full of energy!"

"Alright, alright, alright. I'll definitely do it next time!" Maeve's heart softened. She thought, 'It was still my baby who cared about me. Unlike some people who only caused me to have dark circles under my eyes!'

"Mom, breakfast is ready," Will said, bringing out Maeve's breakfast and placing it in front of her. "I tried to make a Western breakfast. Theo said it's quite delicious. Mom, try it." Maeve was shocked. "Where's your father? He actually let you into the kitchen with ease?"

Will tilted his head. "Dad went out very early. He went to the hospital for a checkup. Before he left, he asked me to make breakfast for Mom."

Maeve had mixed feelings. 'No wonder it's said that as long as the kids are alive when dads are taking care of them, it's good enough.' She didn't even dare to let the two little ones touch the things in the kitchen, afraid they would get hurt. Byron had ordered his young son to make breakfast for the family. This was really speechless.

"Delicious!" Maeve ate two sandwiches. "As expected of Will. You've inherited my teachings!"

Will pursed his lips and smiled shyly. "I'll make Mommy's favorite Chinese breakfast tomorrow." He was reading a cooking book after class and learned very quickly.

Theo, holding a croissant in each hand, blinked. 'I... I would eat with Mommy tomorrow!'

After the two little ones went to school, Maeve drove to the studio.

"Ms. Reese, you have an outing today. Due to special circumstances, this customer is unable to be present and needs us to come personally," Paige said, handing Maeve the itinerary.

Maeve looked at the address. "Mapledeca… Isn't that manor unoccupied? Are you sure the customer stays there?"

"You don't know this. A rich man from overseas spent a lot of money to buy that manor because he could see the maple trees turn red by the river in autumn," Paige sighed. "It's just a limited view, only seen in autumn. Rich people are really…perverted." Paige thought, 'Why wasn't I one more pervert?'

Maeve chuckled. "Rich and willful, you know."

"Right!" Paige became cheerful again. "I've never seen what a manor looks like in my life. It's said that among the most expensive manors in Kleymond, besides Nightfall Manor, there's this Mapledeca!"

'Nightfall Manor… Wasn't that Byron's house?' Maeve touched the tip of her nose. "It's fine. You'll see it in a while."

An hour later, Maeve brought Paige to Mapledeca. Diagonally opposite was the Maple River, with maple trees planted on both sides. It wasn't the season for red leaves yet; it would look even better in autumn. However, the pure river scenery was also very moving.

Wearing a black tuxedo and pocket watch, the British butler led them through the door, upstairs, and into the innermost room.

"Sir, the designer of Dreamscape has arrived," the butler said to the man in the wheelchair in front of the window.

The wheelchair slowly turned. Sitting in it was a man in light-colored home clothes. Even sitting down, his dignified aura was undeniable. His appearance was a rare wild type; he had a sharp face like an ancient Greek god, and his eyes were sharp. He looked at people with a mechanical coldness—like an eagle circling in the air but not ready to hunt. He exuded an aura that was not to be trifled with, easily overshadowing his inability to walk.

Maeve accidentally looked at him and was stunned. 'Had I seen a ghost these past two days? When I saw the beautiful lady, I felt that she looked familiar. When I saw the handsome uncle, I felt that he also looked familiar. Could it be that… good-looking people were more similar?'

"Hello, Mr. Soar. I am Dreamscape's chief designer, Maeve Reese. This is my assistant, Paige Sims," Maeve introduced her team politely.

Gale Soar nodded slightly. "I know. I came to thank you."

Maeve's eyes were filled with confusion. "Thank me?"

"Last Wednesday, you and your companions saved my life at the famous restaurant in Greenhaven," Gale said concisely.

Maeve suddenly remembered he was the last guest Jaylen had treated that day! He had fainted and his face was very pale, so she hadn't recognized him immediately.

"So it's you," Maeve said. "Are you feeling better?"

"Thanks to you, it's alright for now," Gale said. "After I woke up, I sent someone to look for you. I found out you had returned to Kleymond, so I came over. What reward do you want?"

'It turned out that custom-made clothes were fake. Repaying kindness was the real thing,' Maeve thought. 'These rich people valued favors more than anything else. If I didn't accept it, they might even think that I was asking for more benefits. Therefore, I had to make a request, but I couldn't go overboard!'

Maeve thought for a moment. "We're not saving people for the reward. If you must give it to us, just order a set of clothes from our studio."