Fred was desperate, pathetically desperate. He had no idea what to do. The reputation he had destroyed Maeve's to build was slowly falling apart.
Someone like Maeve has nothing to lose, but him. He had every freaking thing to lose. His family's business, his company, his reputation. Surely, Maeve can destroy her image more for him. It's not like anyone would want to listen to her music anymore.
No man in this world would want a ruined woman like her, she could as well just destroy herself more.
"We're talking about your sister Maeve. How can you be so heartless to Mirabelle?" Maeve couldn't believe the words that left his lips.
Fred was actually asking her to give up her life, her name, her hard-earned reputation, for fucking her sister?
Was this man insane?
Maeve's lips parted in disbelief as his words sank in. The nerve of him, standing there, with that calm, pitiful tone like he was the victim, like she was supposed to take the blame just to save his spotless image.
