Chapter 657 Marry Her
Since Caleb had agreed to let Michael be his assistant, and Michael was eager to learn, it wouldn't make sense to leave him hanging.
Besides, Michael had mentioned he was a fan, and fans deserved a bit more attention.
Michael smiled, "Alright."
"Let's start by getting familiar with the tools today."
Michael wasn't a graduate in the relevant field, so he had to start from scratch. Winona introduced each tool's name and purpose, while Caleb took notes diligently, occasionally asking questions.
Seeing his dedication, Winona taught with even more enthusiasm. Everyone loves a keen student.
Maeve had just left the hospital when someone bumped into her, causing her to stumble. The person quickly steadied her and apologized profusely.
She shook her head, "It's fine."
Her words abruptly stopped as the person slipped a note into her hand.
After the person left, Maeve discreetly unfolded the note: [White Whale, 202.]
Maeve's body stiffened as she looked at the nearby café named White Whale, a cold sweat breaking out on her back.
Could it be him?
The entire second floor of the café was reserved. When Maeve went upstairs, she didn't see a single person, not even a server.
She walked to the door of room 202, raised her hand, and knocked. The sound of her fingers tapping on the door mixed with her rapidly beating heart.
The surrounding air seemed to be half-emptied, excessively quiet. Apart from the knocking, all other sounds had vanished.
Maeve had been here before with friends for coffee, and she remembered hearing music in the hallway, but now the music was gone.
She didn't know how long she had been standing there, but her feet were starting to go numb when a deliberately altered male voice came from inside, "Come in."
The voice confirmed her suspicion.
It was really him.
Maeve took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and pushed the door open.
The room was small, with two 3-foot-long booths and a table, making it feel cramped.
A man sat in the booth by the window, but she didn't dare look up, only seeing the hem of his neatly pressed black clothes.
"Sir," she had always addressed him this way over the phone.
The man gestured to the seat opposite him, "Sit."
"No need, I can stand."
"What are you afraid of? I'm not going to scold you. Sit."
Maeve cautiously sat in the opposite booth, placing her hands neatly on her lap, her eyes fixed on the small space in front of her, not daring to look away.
The less she knew, the safer she was. She understood this well. This man had a grudge against the Bailey family, so his identity was certainly not ordinary.
As soon as she settled, she was slapped hard across the face, causing her to fall sideways onto the booth. Her previously tied-up hair came loose, messily covering her face.
Dizzy and with her ears ringing, her cheek burned fiercely. She didn't need to touch it to know it was swollen, and the taste of blood filled her mouth.
The man's cold voice came down from above, "Who told you to appear in front of Zachary?"
Maeve hadn't had a chance to speak before her chin was grabbed forcefully, her face lifted to meet the man's icy eyes. He repeated, "Who told you to appear in front of Zachary?"
Half an hour later, Maeve walked out of the room, holding her swollen face, head down. The hallway was still empty, but she felt like someone was watching her, or rather, watching the room.
Maeve didn't linger, quickly leaving the café. She kept her head down, and when she saw someone ahead, she couldn't stop in time and bumped straight into them.
A pair of strong hands caught her.
Maeve was about to thank the person when a familiar, teasing voice sounded in her ear, "Throwing yourself into my arms? What, are you agreeing to be my girlfriend?"
She cursed her luck inwardly, stepped back to avoid his hands, "Sorry, I didn't see you. Thanks."
She spoke quickly, eager to leave, but Michael grabbed her arm, pulling her back despite her resistance, "Why are you keeping your head down? I'm not going to eat you. Look up."
Maeve said, "Let go."
Michael, nonchalant, "Look up, and I'll let go."
Knowing his stubborn nature, Maeve took a deep breath and abruptly raised her head to look at him, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust and hatred, "Is this good enough? Can you let go now?"
Seeing her swollen face and damaged lips, Michael was momentarily stunned, then raised an eyebrow, "Got hit, huh? That's pretty harsh. Agree to be my girlfriend, and I'll find the person who hit you and break their arm. How about that? Fair deal, right?"
Maeve retorted, "Did you complete our bet?"
Mentioning the bet irritated Michael. He frowned, "It was just a joke. What bet? Who wants to bet with a woman? Be my girlfriend, and I'll get revenge for you. I'll break the arm of the person who hit you. How about that?"
Maeve knew he hadn't succeeded, smirked, and pulled her hand free, "Just admit it. You couldn't win her over, yet you boast that there's no woman you can't chase. If I were you, I'd go home and cry in my grandmother's arms to avoid embarrassment."
Michael's face turned cold, gritting his teeth, "We'll see. There's no woman I, Michael, can't chase."
On Lydia and Evander's anniversary, Winona took a day off to go shopping with Lydia.
Originally, this task wasn't hers, but Lydia disliked Evander's taste. He always said everything looked good, so the shopping duty fell to Winona, while Evander was responsible for paying and carrying the bags.
They shopped all afternoon, buying plenty of things. Lydia finally felt tired and found a cake shop to rest.
Winona saw Evander's hands full of shopping bags, even hanging things around his neck, and quickly reached out to take some, "Thanks, Dad."
Most of the items were things Lydia bought for her. She had wanted to carry them earlier, but Lydia wouldn't let her, afraid she'd get tired.
Evander sat down, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue, and drank half a bottle of water in one go.
Lydia noticed and felt a bit sorry, "Zachary will be here soon. Let him carry the bags."
Speak of the devil, Zachary pushed open the cake shop door, scanned the room, and walked straight towards them.
He sat next to Winona, looking at the pile of bags, "Tired? Next time Mom asks you to go shopping, just say no."
Lydia rolled her eyes dramatically, "If you care so much about Winona, why don't you marry her already?"
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