Semua Bab Birthed For Me (From Guardian to Groom) : Bab 21 - Bab 30

It was past midnight. Maurice sat hunched over his laptop in the study when a soft knock came at the door. He looked up and called, “Come in,” expecting the butler, so he was surprised to see Mia slip inside in a short, whisper-thin nightgown that barely touched her thighs. He frowned, rose, and guided her to the sofa with careful, practised gentleness. When he noticed how little she wore, the worry in his face softened into action: he excused himself and returned with one of his oversized shirts. Without a word he draped it around her shoulders and buttoned the front, the fabric swallowing her small frame. “Why are you wearing so little? Don't you know you can catch a cold?” he said softly as he tugged her closer and set her on the cushions. "Whats the matter darling? Why are you still awake by this time?" He asked dotingly. Mia tucked her feet under her and shivered faintly. “I can’t sleep,” she admitted, voice small. Maurice slid a hand into her hair and stroked it like a b

The Midnight CallMaurice sat behind the massive oak desk in his private office, reviewing quarterly reports under the soft glow of a single lamp. The rest of the building was quiet, most staff long gone. He planned to probably work all through the night. He had tried calling Mia but she was not picking, so he assumed perhaps she was sleeping.When it was ten minutes past midnight, his phone vibrated sharply against the polished wood. An unknown number. He almost ignored it, until something instinctive made him swipe to answer.“Hello?”A loud thump of music and muffled voices assaulted his ear...“Hello?”A stranger’s voice came through. “Sir, I believe you know a woman named Mia? She’s been drinking at the club, and… she’s really drunk.”The pounding music and chaotic noise in the background made his brows knit as he tried to make sense of what the caller was really saying. until a slurred, familiar voice broke through.“Maurice… hubby?” Mia giggled, the sound tipsy and unsteady. “

Maurice stepped into his bedroom and closed the door with a quiet click. The weight of the night pressed down on him. He peeled off his shirt, tossed it aside, and sank into the cool sheets, hoping exhaustion would finally pull him under. For ten minutes, silence wrapped around him like a fragile truce. His eyes had just begun to drift shut when the soft creak of his door shattered the peace. He snapped awake. Mia stood in the doorway, wrapped in the thick white duvet like a child who had wandered from her bed after a nightmare. Her hair was still damp from the bath, falling in messy waves around her flushed face. Tears glistened on her lashes. “Maurice…” she cried out, her voice small and trembling, almost baby-like. Before he could speak, she crossed the room in hurried steps and climbed onto his massive bed. The mattress dipped as she crawled close, dragging the duvet with her. She pressed herself against his side, burrowed her face into his bare chest, and sighed as if she

The next morning, Maurice dressed with meticulous care. His navy suit clung to his tall, athletic frame as though it had been woven for him alone. A crisp white shirt peeked beneath the silk tie, and the shine of his polished shoes caught the warm dining room light. His dark hair was perfectly combed back, framing a clean-shaven jawline so sharp it could cut glass. His eyes, those stormy, thoughtful eyes, were intense, yet softened with an undercurrent of unease. As he walked into the dining room, his presence exuded confidence and sophistication. He moved with a grace that belied his powerful stature, every step measured and deliberate. His piercing gaze scanned the room before landing on Mia, who was already seated and quietly having her breakfast. Mia, for her part, couldn’t help but steal glances at her husband. Despite her resolve to give him the cold shoulder, she found it hard to ignore just how dashing he looked. Mia sat there already, stirring her coffee absently, but

Mia had just wrapped up a few tasks in her office when the television caught her attention. The news anchor’s voice carried excitement: “Maurice Mayer has returned from a successful two-week business trip in Hawaii, securing a landmark deal for Mayer’s Empire. He was spotted at the airport only moments ago and has already headed straight to headquarters.” Her heart skipped. “He’s back...”Maurice was back! she whispered to herself, barely realizing when her chair screeched against the tiled floor as she shot to her feet. In one swift motion, she grabbed her handbag and rushed out, her heels clicking furiously down the hallway, her pulse racing faster than her footsteps. Maurice went on a business trip two weeks ago and it had been quite suffocating without him. Now seeing that he’s back she was dying of excitement. By the time she arrived at Mayer’s Empire, the atmosphere was electric. Staff whispered, smiled, and exchanged knowing glances as she entered the grand lobby. Word trav