Maeve's words hit Andres right where it hurt most.
"What do you mean, maintaining the status quo is fine? Are you saying we still need boundaries?"
Maeve felt like he was asking a completely pointless question. "Having boundaries makes life a lot easier for everyone."
Just like how she never interrogated him about his deep history with Nancy. If he wanted to brush off their past as nothing, then she would treat it as nothing. He could hide the fact that he had fallen severely ill, running dangerously high fevers, leaving the entire Aethelburg elite whispering about how he was dying for the city's golden goddess. As long as he kept his mouth shut about it, she would pretend she didn't know.
Keeping boundaries saved everyone's pride. Digging up every ugly truth only led to disaster.
Andres never expected his devotion to be met with such a cold, calculated wall.
In that second, a wave of bitter disappointment washed over him.
The car slowly pulled to a stop. From the driver's seat, Murray quickly tried to diffuse the suffocating tension. "We're here, Maeve."
These two were his bosses. If they went to war in the backseat, he would be the first casualty. Getting them out of the car to cool off was his best survival tactic.
Maeve reached for the door handle, but Andres suddenly clamped his hand around her wrist.
The air in the cabin turned instantly volatile.
Murray opened his mouth to intervene, but Andres shot him a lethal glare through the rearview mirror. Murray swallowed his words and shrank back into his seat.
Maeve looked at Andres with eyes like ice. "Done pretending?"
Andres hated when she spoke to him with that condescending tone. "What exactly am I pretending?"
"Let's start with why you conveniently showed up at the exact restaurant where Benjamin and I were having lunch," she snapped. "If you had even an ounce of trust in me, would you have played right into Nancy's hands? She wanted a show, and you happily walked on stage to perform for her. It doesn't matter if the outcome wasn't what she expected. The second you walked through those doors, you let her manipulate you. If she can pull your strings once, she can do it a second time, a third time, a hundred times."
Once they were moving, Murray finally mustered the courage to speak up. "She's upset because of Nancy."
Andres was in the mood to tell Murray to shut the hell up. But after a second, he asked, "And how did you come to that conclusion?"
Murray glanced at his boss in the rearview mirror. "Because Maeve probably thinks checking up on her was only half the reason you went to that restaurant. She thinks you used her as an excuse to see Nancy."
Andres let out a humorless, angry laugh. "If I wanted to see Nancy, do you really think I'd need to invent some elaborate, twisted excuse to do it?"
Murray muttered under his breath, "I mean, you nearly died of a broken heart when she left you years ago. Now that she's back in town, it's pretty normal that your emotions would be a mess."
Andres stared at the back of Murray's head as if the driver had just spoken in tongues. "I nearly died of a broken heart when she left me? Who the hell fed you that ridiculous story?"
Murray looked completely deadpan. "Boss, the fact that you fell severely ill after Nancy left is public knowledge. Are you refusing to admit it, or did you legitimately forget?"

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