"Weak," September can't help but chuckle as he watched Maeve busied herself speeding off while murmuring how incompetent his people are.
Their speed was actually beyond the speed limit set in the city but who cares? His woman can do whatever she wanted.
"Your men are weak!" she exclaimed as she rested her back on her seat after realizing the distance she had with the others.
"How do you expect my guards to win over a drag racing champion?" Maeve just glanced at him before directing her attention back on the road. Obviously ignoring the fact that he knows her secret hobby.
"So, where are we going?" he asked.
"Does a kidnapper ever told their victims where they were headed?" her sarcasm just made him chuckle once again.
Alright. He's probably the most willing victim of kidnapping. He doesn't care where she would bring him, as long as she was with him, it's fine.
"Why are we here?" he thought it was fine. That she can bring him anywhere and he wouldn't mind but he never expected that she's going to bring him here.
Maeve just smirked at him before shrugging her shoulders and lead the way inside the orphanage in front of them.
September Thorne might be the great manipulator but Maeve Miller is a cunning woman. She wouldn't survive the overseas life alone if she wasn't. September wanted to play? Then she'll give him a game he'll surely never forget.
"Maeve!" the orphans immediately ran towards her right after she was seen. Her cold face was immediately replaced with a warm smile as she slightly slouched to face the children.
"How are you?" she asked and everyone eagerly responded. The head nun of the orphanage approached her with a smile.
"Hello Sister Helena, how are you?" Maeve greeted politely.
"I'm alright, dear. I'm glad you came to visit again," the nun's face turned sullen when she swiftly gave the kids a glance before gently shaking her head.
"No one had visited recently. The kids are actually feeling a little lonely because of it." Maeve glanced back at the kids with pity.
Sunny Orphanage is a small orphanage near the outskirts of the city. There are only thirty to forty kids around and not so many people are willing enough to make the effort to travel that far to check for some kids to adopt with that small number of selection.
Children in this orphanage usually just grew up and took their own paths later on. Maeve glanced at the silent man behind her. Just like him.
September's eyes kept on wandering around. Looking for something that would give him a feeling of familiarity.
"I see you came with a friend, Maeve?" September's gaze fell on the sixty-something nun who glanced at him with a welcoming smile.
"Oh. He's September, September this is Sister Helena. She's the current head of the orphanage." Maeve said, breaking the ice between the two before revealing a name that would surely hit something.
"Can we see Sister Rose?" She asked the nun immediately smiled and nodded. Maeve subtly peek at the manipulator's face with her peripheral to see any changes. And as expected... there was nothing.
Of course, she never thought that it would be that easy to have this man wrapped around her fingers.
He wanted her? Then she'll used that to her advantage.
"Settle down for a while kids. We'll just go to meet with Sister Rose, please behave. We'll be back shortly," the children obediently responded with the nun's order, they sat on one side of the road and played with some toys.
The trio then went upstairs to meet the former orphanage head.
Sister Helena went inside the room first and Maeve was just about to go inside too, but September pulled her and pinned her on the wall near the door.
"What the hell are we doing here?" He hissed in a whisper level voice.
"You've been asking for my time and now that I am here with you, there's no thank you atleast?" She asked in a playful voice as the smug smirk finally loosened on her face.
It was just a silent guess on her side but September's reaction was enough to confirm her conclusion.
September's eyes squinted at the woman in front of him. He was trying to decipher what might actually been running inside that pretty head of hers.
She had investigated about him. He was sure of that. Everybody knew that he was an orphan and that he grew up in an orphanage. But nobody knows the exact orphanage where he came from, this is the first time somebody had meddled with his past.
He doesn't even have an idea how she was able to come across that information without him knowing.
"Maeve?" They both halted as they heard the approaching sound of the nun's footsteps heading towards their way.
Maeve raised her left brow while their eyes still locked together. Her eyes was somehow filled with dancing amusement and endless challenge.
"Maeve?" The nun called out once again and this time it was nearer.
"Coming Sister," Maeve responded with a smirk of victory as September took his arms away from her.
"September?" Hearing his name being called in a tender manner almost made September jump.
"S-september?" He heard a weak voice asked. He took a deep breath and finally entered the room with a passive face.
That's pretty impressive. Maive thought as she watched the great manipulator's acting tough. Her eyes went down to the old woman who was lying on the bed.
Sister Rose's tears were flowing as she stare at the man who entered the room.
"Come here, child." She called out.
September's dark gaze fell on Maeve first who was silently enjoying his tormented state. He then took a step forward to the bed, giving the nun who raised him the chance to fully stare at him.
"You had a rough childhood but you grew up well. I'm proud of you, hijo." The old nun complimented as she gestured for him to go down a bit so she can ruffle his hair like how she used to do before.
Sister Helena looked up to Maeve with a questioning look. But Maeve was too busy observing September and commiting his expression to memory to notice that.
Who knows? Maybe one of those could be used as a counter-attack if ever the manipulator started his moves.
September slouched a bit to let the nun do what she wanted. He was glad that his back was turned to Maeve, or else she might see the forming of tears just below his eyes.
Seeing the one who raised him after years of being alone brought him the feeling of familiarity that he was seeking for earlier.
The Loneliest KidMaeve and Sister Helena were quietly seated on a wooden bench in the garden as they watch over the kids who were busy chasing September around.He's not actually running, everybody else can see how confused he is that the kids keeps on following him around."I think he was that kid," Sister Helena blurted out. Maeve turned to her with confusion. The nun smiled as she stared at the roundabout walk-a-thon that's happening in front of them."Sister Rose had been my mentor before I took on her place as the head of the orphanage almost nine years ago. And while I was under her training, she keeps on talking about this little boy." Sister Helena has this sad smile across her lips as she started th
Something Only Mr. Thorne Can Do"Why don't you just marry him?" Maeve wanted to throw her laptop towards Hillary who was comfortably lying on the couch of her office."Why are you here again?" She asked in an irritated voice, but her sister just laughed at her."I just ran away from the date Mom had set up," she answered with a groan."Why?" Maeve asked as she took her eyes off her sister and went back to checking the financial flows of the company on her laptop.Hillary's eyes widened as if an idea struck her. She immediately got up from the couch and ran off to her sister's table."Maeve!" Confused with
His First HomemadeMeal"You really don't like him?" Maeve tsked and gave her sister a warning gaze before prepping the steak Hillary had requested.Afraid that her sister would change her mind about that steak, Hillary shut her mouth and even gestured zipping her lips. It didn't take long before Maeve finish cooking as Hillary set the table for the two of them."What is it?" Maeve asked her sister as she cut her steak into tiny tidbits. She noticed the frequency of those stolen glances her sister was giving her while they ate.Hillary cleared her throat and set down her utensils before she faced her sister seriously."What do
The Rain is Pouring"Stop grinning like an idiot!" Maeve hissed irritatedly before she glanced back at the open door of her apartment."The rain is pouring. You told me I'm sick." September shamelessly pointed out. He's obviously happy with how fate works on his favor."You have your car. It's not like you'll be on foot on the way home." She retorted as she crossed her arms."But I'm sick!" September whined like a child that made Maeve chuckled."You said you weren't sick. I thought you're just hungry?" She asked with her right brow raising in an interrogating manner.September internally scolded himself fo
Vicious Queen"You're a young woman! You should be on the search to find a good husband and not here, interfering with men doing business!" An old board member of the MBC Bank and Finance pointed out as he stared at Maeve who was calmly seated on the center of the conference room.Maeve was just passively listening to his rants while staring back at him with a cold and bored look on her face."You'll just ruin the business! Business should be handled by men! Women are supposed to be staying at home, taking care of the kids---""That's bullshit." She was rude enough to butt in her curses while the man had been rumbling about nonsensical things.Maeve stood up
PowerfulDuo"I hope you're not just planning to just put that Johns on exile, right?" September inquired as he busy himself filling Maeve's plate with the lunch Falcon had prepared for them.Maeve took her eyes off the files she was reading and directed her attention to September with a smirk."What do you think?" She asked menacingly. September stared at her face for a while before he chuckled and smoothly pushed the disposable plate towards her."Alright. Good thing that you had some plans to deal with him or else, I would have stepped in." He said as he subtly keep her working aids aside. Her eyes darted towards him when she realized what he was doing but he just showed her
Their First CasualtyMr. Johns almost fell to his knees when he heard Maeve's response. He stared at the young man who was now staring at him menacingly."How 'bout playing for a bit? I'm in a good mood lately." September sounded like he was trying to console the old man but Mr. Johns knew better. He was just prolonging his agony. The end would all still be the same.He's ruined."Finish your food, Maeve." September reminded her while his eyes remained on Mr. Johns. Maeve snorted and finished the last spoonful of salad that he had put on her plate."Done." She said as she put her plate away. Her eyes then wandered on the almost untouched plate in front of he
Mrs. Thorne"Sir, I don't think Ms. Miller would appreciate this move." Falcon voiced out in a quiet voice as he stared at the paper in front of him.September don't know what to make of the marriage certificate in front of him. It was sent by Mr. Smith, Maeve's father. The document was sent via a courier so Falcon had no idea what it was not until it had reached September's hands."It wasn't me." September denied when he realized the doubting stares his butler was giving him."It's really not me!" He defended once again when Falcon's suspicious eyes only showed a stronger dubiousness.Falcon had to think and analyze him twice before he was able to believe his words.