?Chapter 937:
Jett swiftly grasped the meaning behind my words, his eyes shimmering with a depth that hinted at unspokenplexities.
After a pregnant pause, he murmured in a hushed tone, “You, being ady, have an innate advantage over me when ites to engaging with Maia. Perhaps tomorrow, you could seize the chance to have a more meaningful conversation with her. You might uncover something quite surprising.”
I inclined my head with quiet resolve, replying, “Very well, I’ll do my utmost to make it happen.”
Once our discussion wound down, an uneasy stillness settled over the room. Feeling a touch out of sorts, I cleared my throat and said, “I… I’m rather weary and could use some rest. Perhaps you ought to catch a few winks as well?”
A flicker of disappointment danced in Jett’s eyes. He pursed his lips, gave a faint nod, and said softly, “Of course, do get some rest.” With that, he turned and trudged toward the door, his footsteps carrying a weight of reluctance.
As Jett gently shut the door behind him and departed, I found myself staring at the closed barrier, unable to banish the memory of his mncholy expression as he left. A quiet wave of pity stirred within me, tugging at my conscience.
Over these past weeks, Jett had been tirelessly watching over me, tending to my needs with care, yet I…
I twisted and turned beneath the covers, sleep eluding me as my thoughts spun in restless circles.
For now, I had to shelve any notions of romance and pour my energy into handling my issues with the Lycan royal family before letting my heart wander.
The next morning, I rose with the dawn, refreshed myself, and mulled over how best to approach Maia.
Given that I had unintentionally devoured Maia’s steak without her permission the day before, perhaps…
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A spark of inspiration red. I made my way to the kitchen, rolling up my sleeves to whip up a batch of cookies and cakes—my peace offering to Maia.
Beneath the garden gazebo, a tender breeze teased the blossoms and des of grass, whispering secrets through the air.
I set the lovingly crafted treats before Maia, my expression brimming with earnest remorse as I spoke warmly. “Mrs. Pierce, about yesterday… I’m truly sorry. I baked these myself—please, have a taste. Consider them a small gesture of my regret.”
Maia’s lips curved into a gracious smile. “Yesterday wasn’t your doing. My brother was simply up to his usual antics.”
Beaming back, I kept my words light, merely gesturing to the goodies on the table. “Please, try these first. If my baking falls short, I hope you’ll overlook it.”
With a nod, Maia delicately lifted a cookie and nibbled it with poise.
A heartbeatter, her eyes sparkled with delight, and she eximed, “Oh, this is divine! I never would have guessed you had such a knack for this.”
Her reaction melted my tension away, and my smile bloomed with genuine ease.
We fell into an easy chat over the coffee I had brewed, our words weaving a bridge between us.
Sensing the moment was ripe, I sipped my coffee and, with a yful tilt of curiosity, asked, “Mrs. Pierce, you and Mr. Pierce seem so wonderfully in tune. How did your paths first cross?”
At my question, Maia’s smile softened, a glimmer of nostalgia lighting her gaze. “Dayton and I have known each other since childhood…” My pulse quickened faintly, anticipating the tale Maia might share.
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