Maeve sat quietly in the car, her fingers gripping the lapel of the oversized suit hanging on her body.
The city lights outside blurred into streaks of gold and grey.
There were people on the street dancing to her music and chanting her name.
She has not only saved her ass, she had vindicated her past self.
She was happy to not have failed herself.
She glanced at the man who hasn’t said a word to her again.
Staring at him to be sure he was the man she had slept with, and his face didn’t change.
She wasn’t dreaming at all.
He really is the man she had slept with that night.
But in her past life, he never came to her rescue.
So why did he save her tonight?
“I’m proud of you.” Clayton suddenly said and Maeve looked up at him.
His eyes met her as he lifted his hands to her.
Eve closed her eyes only to feel his hands on her hair as he pulled a tomato skin from her hair.
Maeve opened her eyes to look at him.
It was really him.
This man, the man she had slept with that night is Clayton Grey, Fred’s uncle?
“Why did you help me?” Maeve asked in an instant.
“If you came because of what happened that night, it’s alright.
I don’t need any money from you.” Clayton just stared at her.
“First you asked me to marry you, and now You’re running?” Maeve stared at him with raised brow.
As if realizing what he meant, she immediately smiled.
“No, that was an accident.
I…
I was only…”
“What am expensive joke that is.” He murmured, voice every so low and deep as his eyes moved around her.
“I don’t like being played with.
Tonight was supposed to be our date night and you ditched me for the competition.
As if that is not enough, you’re now rejecting me.” Maeve’s eyes turned wide at his accusations.
It wasn’t like that.
She was only trying to prove a point that even the richest man in the world would want her if she left Fred.
“I feel so hurt.” He murmured.
“That’s not…”
“Are you saying you were serious that night?
Miss Davis please be more direct with your words, you’re confusing me.” He interupted her and Maeve almost passed out.
He was misquoting everything she wanted to say.
“I…
I…”
“Will you still marry me Miss Davis?” He let out a breath as she stared at him.
His face was devoid of any emotion or joke.
This man wasn’t freaking joking!
He was asking her to be his wife, just like that.
What I the name of…
“I…
I…”
“Is that a yes?” He asked.
“Because we’re already engaged before everyone in summerlane.
It would be a shame if they hear about our breakup.”
Maeve was so sure she was losing her mind.
In what world were they ever dating?
She was married to Fred Orchard and they were still in their state of divorce.
She still had less than a month to be his wife.
How could she be engaged?
“Mr Grey, I’m still very much a married woman and to your nephew.
I…
I don’t think this is such a good idea.” She said calmly.
“Why not?” Clayton asked.
“You’re very much single the last time I checked.
Plus you asked me out first, did you forget?” Maeve closed her eyes.
“That was a mistake Mr Grey that was a mistake.
I’m sorry for any inconveniences I must have caused you.
I’m not interested in marriage as it stands now.
I’m more focused on building my career.”
“Ouch.” Clayton Grey slapped his heart gently.
“What’s wrong?” Maeve asked.
“I don’t know, I suddenly cannot breathe.” He said gently, his hands still on his chest.
“Why, are you hurt?” She didn’t know what to do.
He had been talking fine just now, how the hell did he get hurt?
“Stop the car.” Clayton said and his chauffeur stopped by the road side, the other escorteds who followed them also stopped their cars.
Miles who was in one of the cars stepped down immediately and rushed towards his boss’s car.
“Are you okay boss?” He wined down the window and stared at his boss who was now relaxed in the car, eyes closed as his mouth moved slowly.
“My heart hurts…” Came Clayton’s soft words.
“He just said he cannot breathe while he was talking just now.” Maeve said worriedly.
She didn’t want to get in trouble with the Grey family.
“Mr Grey has a little heart complications since he was a child.
What did you say to him?” Miles asked Maeve and she immediately panicked.
She had rejected his proposal for marriage.
She didn’t know.
“He is your responsibility ma’am.
My boss is very fragile, no one hurts him ever.”
Maeve couldn’t believe it.
This man is rumored to be the devil himself.
He’s the untouchable Clayton Grey.
“I…
I had no idea my words would hurt him.”
“We need to take him to the hospital.” Miles said and closed the door.
He said something to the chauffers ears and the man started driving.
Maeve stared at Clayton whose eyes were closed.
Lips pressed in thin line as the car moved.
They arrived at a secluded estate, a place tucked away from normal eyes.
But that was the least of her worry.
She was worried about the man who looked like he was dead.
He hasn’t said a word to her, to matter how many times she called for him.
“Mr Grey.” Maeve whispered next to him, but he was still very much unmoving.
She was scared.
Now the world loved her back, she didn’t want to lose it.
She had just gotten her life back on track.
“Mr Grey.” She tapped him again but he was unmoving.
She placed her hands on his nose to know if he was still breathing.
But she felt nothing.
No hot breath, nothing.
She held his hands to feel his pulse only to discover it had gotten weaker.
What the hell has she gotten herself into?
Has he never been rejected by a girl before?