Chapter 9 - Maeve Secretly Cares for Elias While He Feigns Weakness
Later that evening, Maeve was tasked with bringing Elias his evening medication and water in the master suite.
She knocked softly on the door before entering, finding him working at a mahogany desk covered in shipping manifests.
“You don't need to play nursemaid, Maeve; the domestic staff handles my schedule,” Elias said without looking up.
“I wanted to bring it up myself,” Maeve replied softly, setting the crystal glass on the edge of his desk.
Elias paused his pen, looking up at her with a curious expression that felt heavier than anger.
“Why did you really come back to me after the hospital, Sienna?” Elias asked, testing her once again.
“Because... because love isn't conditional on whether a person can walk or run,” Maeve answered, quoting Sienna’s exact speech.
Even though she was lying about her identity, the words felt strangely true as she looked at the lonely man before her.
Elias studied her face in the lamplight, searching for the cynical calculation he expected to find behind her eyes.
Instead, he saw a quiet depth and a hidden sorrow that didn't match the pampered heiress he thought he knew.
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“You’ve changed since the crash, Sienna,” Elias noted quietly, leaning back in his custom leather wheelchair.
“People change when they realize how quickly everything can be taken away,” Maeve whispered, turning toward the door.
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