Watching her tireless, repetitive attempts, Andres found himself completely captivated by her resilience.
Throughout the grueling process, Maeve's emotions remained perfectly stable. She didn't break down or grow frustrated over the poor data. When she failed, she simply started over, seemingly growing bolder with every setback.
When the clock struck 11:30 PM, Maeve finally succumbed to a wave of exhaustion, covering her mouth as she yawned.
Seeing her bloodshot eyes, Andres felt a pang of sympathy. "Maeve, do you want to take a break?"
The experiment had been running for seven straight hours, starting at 4:30 PM.
Maeve waved him off silently, her attention still glued to the monitors. Then, remembering he was there, she glanced up. "There's a lounge next door. If you're tired, go catch some sleep."
Andres shook his head. "I'm staying with you."
Maeve sighed. "By the looks of it, I'll be pulling an all-nighter."
"Pulling an all-nighter doing experiments with my wife. Years from now, it'll make for a very romantic memory," Andres replied smoothly.
Maeve gave him a deadpan look. "Are you sure I'll still be your wife years from now?"
Andres's expression tightened. "You don't want to be my wife years from now?"
Maeve shrugged. "No one knows which will come first, tomorrow or an unexpected accident."
Her casual words reminded Andres of the chilling warning Quinn Hayes had given him before leaving The White Manor.
Quinn had claimed Maeve was teetering on a razor's edge of madness. She was only holding onto her sanity because she still had unfinished business. Once that final string snapped, no one knew what she might do. He had also revealed that Griffin had forced The Binding upon her as a desperate measure just to keep her alive.

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