The more Maeve thought about it, the more panicked she became.
She stayed in his arms, but felt that this embrace did not belong to her. She held onto Caiden Ward's sleeve with one hand, her delicate fingers hurting from the effort.
"What's wrong?"
After the social event, Caiden Ward wasn't in a sensitive mood and could only sense her excessive dependence. He asked again gently.
Maeve looked up at him, pursed her lips, and shook her head, saying, "Nothing."
George Davis was driving in front, so there were many things she couldn't ask or say, and many emotions she couldn't express; she could only remain silent.
Caiden Ward smiled, "Good girl."
Maeve felt powerless and couldn't say anything more on the entire trip.
Until—
The two got out of the car, and Caiden Ward was holding her hand just as they entered the door, when the housemaid came up with a smile to remind them, "Sir, your mother and Miss Harris are here."
Caiden Ward was stunned, "Now?"
