C2 Chapter Two: Go With the Flow

She put some blush on her cheeks and went out.

Blue Mountain Café was located in the East Lake scenic spot, along with beautiful picturesque scenery, pavilions and ponds, simple and elegant.

Maeve was not a coffee drinker. Technically, she didn't even drink any beverages or tea.

She had just gotten out of her car and walked down the gravel road by the lake when someone waved at her from the cafe window.

Maeve was suddenly reminded of that hot summer day many years ago.

The room was cold enough.

Maeve's arms were not too cold on the thick wooden table.

The man wearing the shirt in front of her looked at her as she was pondering and spoke, "You wanted to see me?"

He didn't change much. He has the best looks of the type Maeve used to like, with not-so-sharp eyebrows, dark gray eyes, soft lips, and a celestial nose.

He was the standard incarnation of Maeve's aesthetic, and when she first saw him she fantasized he would look delicious in bed. Usually Maeve wouldn't fantasize about hot guys naked when they are still all dressed up.

"Hmmm."

"What do you want?"

"I need your help." Maeve leaned forward, indicating that she had made up her mind.

"Go ahead."

"Theo, I've decided to get a divorce."

Theo was tongue-tied. After a long pause, he said, "I'm not your lawyer."

He looked at the calm and silent Maeve with a complicated look, it was always her simple words that could easily mess up his stance and even his plans.

What was the point of telling him this, that's how she informed him of her marriage, so it's not too much to inform him of divorce. But he was angry that he still felt as eagerly elated by the news as he had been gripped by despair when he heard of her marriage.

He was always the underdog, and he was always moved.

Why give him a little hope when he had already resigned himself to losing the game?

She was so cruel yet so irresistibly alluring.

He was subconsciously defending her in his own mind again. She might be in deep pain before she confided in him? Then he thought it was his duty to respond to the trust she had delivered.

"You should reconsider." He said.

"I was reconsidering, and I finally realized the purpose of getting married in the first place." She said.

Theo raised his eyes and looked at her quietly.

"I think I got married just to have an affair." She said.

Maeve's expression was so serious that Theo almost choked on his coffee and woefully avoided her gaze.

"And what can I do about that?" He complained.

"We were lovers before my marriage." She said.

Theo is a bit angry. Yes, they used to be lovers, and even from Cade and Maeve's dating to their engagement, he was in the middle, being that secret lover like a shadow.

It wasn't until she decided to get married that he took the initiative to cut off the contact.

Theo even had thought that Maeve had simply chosen the latter between him and Cade and that he had been considered as a marriage option for the sole reason that he himself had thought so a thousand times and proposed to her.

Theo didn't expect Maeve to think of him only as a perfect old lover.

So was it only just his wishful thinking all this time?

"What do you take me for? An old lover who's at your beck and call?"

"Turns out I'm nothing to you." He almost lost it.

Maeve suddenly smiled. She didn't smile often, so her smile was also dazzling to look at.

Theo was still mumbling, "You used to like to tease me..."

Maeve interrupted him, "Not anymore, Theo, I like you so much that I decided to get a divorce."

Is that so? Can the words "like you" and "divorce" be interpreted to mean that she got divorced for me?

Theo shook his head: "I don't know."

He did not know if he could be that moth that flies into the flame.

But every moth is attracted by fire. A little smile and a light sentence can ignite a dark heart.

The attraction is fetal, and the moth will never stop till it is burned into ashes.

Theo suddenly felt desperate. Did he have to love Maeve forever as long as she wanted?

But at the same time, there was no doubt in his mind that he knew he could only accept it.

Maeve was a cruel, skilled executioner.

A single word could cut his heart bluntly.

But now she came to comfort him, and he didn't even have the courage to push back, because he didn't know if Maeve would ask a second time.

Theo suddenly felt desperate. Did he have to love Maeve forever as long as she wanted?

But at the same time, there was no doubt in his mind that he knew he could only accept it.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked.

Maeve drank water to moisten her lips, and Theo watched her movements and wet lips out of breath. "Make Love to me."