The weekend at home was boring without Gabriel coming to visit, and Maeve had lost interest in her favorite swimming activity. She wondered how she never realized how much Gabriel meant to her in her past life because his being away was like taking a part of her along with him. Dylan could still not walk by himself, so Maeve had plenty of freedom. Giving her parents an excuse, she went to visit Doreen. This time around, she drove there by herself without her spy driver noticing. Gladly, Doreen was glad to see her. “Maeve, how are you?” Doreen asked with a surprised smile when she opened the door. She had slept late, thereby waking up late as well. She was just doing some chores when her doorbell rang. “I’m very fine,” Maeve walked in and hugged Doreen whiles she spoke. She looked around and realized that Dexter’s pictures had been taken down but did not immediately comment on them. Doreen was finishing up her cleaning whiles she spoke, “Gabby told me what he did to Dylan. I guess

“Please call and tell them to cancel the trip. Tell them you have to take care of me. Please Mom and Dad, I need you here with me.” Reginald and Cynthia were confused about their daughter’s behavior. They knew her to always be non-serious about the company, saying that Dylan would take care of it but for a few weeks, she has been serious. Now, she was sick, and as much as they wanted to be there for her, she was an adult so a doctor could be called to take care of her, and with her maid around, they could go on their business trip and come back. Whereas the desperation in her voice made Reginald and Cynthia helpless but indeed, their daughter’s life mattered more to them than any money in the world and Maeve had paled so much suddenly, it scared them. Reginald tried calling his counterparts to tell them about the change of plans but the call was not going through, which could mean they had already reached the airport and were waiting in the private jet. Not only were Reginald and

Gabriel froze, as regret filled his eyes. He could not say that she was lying because she was drunk. No person would tell lies when drunk and he was sure that Maeve would not remember anything when she woke up the next morning. She looked depressed and heartbroken so if it wasn’t because of Dylan and Sandra, then who? Also, she broke up with Gabriel because of Dylan so what changed? And why was she still with Dylan and wearing his engagement ring if she hated him as much as she said? “Then why are you with him?” Gabriel asked her. Maeve was drowsy so she was about to lean against the bar counter when Gabriel pulled her towards him, so his head was resting against his chest. He was standing while she sat on the bar stool so that was the most comfortable position for her. “I just want to recover everything he stole and make him pay for messing with me. For messing with my head and making me think that he cared about me. For making me sign the divorce papers and embarrassing you." She

Maeve was about to move to her desk when Gabriel’s hands tightened around her waist. He enjoyed the closeness and did not want to stop. Lifting the intercom, he dialed the reception, the secretary answered, “Mr. Scott, I’m sorry I forgot about the intercom. I have a lot of transfer request confirmation from the branches, needing your approval.” Gabriel was both excited and stunned. This was not something he could postpone because it involved a lot of money. He couldn’t believe he was having both the happiness of his love together with massive business progress. Whatever good luck Maeve carried with her, Gabriel was happy that she settled for him, returning the love he kept in his heart for so long. “Right, give me a moment.” Gabriel hung up and took Maeve’s lips once more. Gosh! It was so addictive; he did not want to stop. Whereas with business waiting, office romance needed to be forcefully pushed to the back. His voice was so soft and filled with desire whiles he said, “Now t

“You mean she had sex with her ex as a goodbye gift?” Gabriel was shocked and asked, shocked by how ruthless Tyra could be. He never met her in person and was glad to have not to. Ethan smiled bitterly and nodded his head in agreement. “That is how she termed it, Gabby, how can I stay married to a woman like that?” He pursed his lips thoughtfully and asked, “Can I have whiskey?” “I don’t keep strong drinks here because it’s an office but it has already happened so put yourself together,” Gabriel patted him on the back while leading him to the sofa in his office and sitting beside him. Ethan recounted miserably, while scratching his head frustratedly, “I don’t even know how I got here. I just mentioned your address to the driver who picked me up at the airport and before I realized, I was here.” Gabriel was devastated by what his best friend was going through. “I think you need rest. I will book hotel accommodation for you.” Ethan was shocked and frowned imperceptibly, “Can’t I cr