Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 847

That evening, Maeve still refused to return to Azure Bay.

She opted to eat dinner at the West Courtyard of The Quiet Garden.

Ever since Daisy Duke and her father had moved into the estate, they had unknowingly solved countless problems for Maeve.

The expansive grounds were finally being looked after, and her rare medicinal herbs were being expertly cultivated.

And every time she visited, she was guaranteed a hot, home-cooked meal.

Maeve genuinely felt that paying them a decent monthly salary was the best money she had ever spent in her entire life.

After dinner, Daisy and Maeve took a leisurely stroll through the massive, temperature-controlled greenhouse.

The Quiet Garden estate was colossal. The West Courtyard alone spanned several thousand square feet, and the new greenhouse took up the vast majority of it.

Alongside the highly specific herbs Maeve required, Mr. Duke had cleverly planted vibrant strawberry patches in the corners of the space.

They were plump, bright red, and looked absolutely mouth-watering.

Daisy plucked a few perfectly ripe strawberries and handed them to Maeve.

"Want to try some?"

Maeve popped one into her mouth. It was incredibly sweet and seemed to melt instantly—infinitely better than anything sold in a high-end supermarket.

"These are amazing."

Hearing Maeve's approval made Daisy beam with pride.

"I'll pack up a fresh box of the ripest ones for you to take back later."

Maeve happily finished off the rest of the berries in her hand.

"Don't worry about it. I have a few complex experiments to run tonight, so I probably won't be leaving."

Daisy looked at her in surprise.

"But you stayed up all night yesterday."

When Daisy hitched a ride to campus with Maeve that morning, she had noticed the heavy, dark circles under Maeve's eyes.

Pushing herself this hard was going to destroy her health.

Maeve waved off the concern entirely.

"It's fine, I'll just catch up on my sleep during tomorrow morning's lectures."

Daisy knew better than to pry too deeply into Maeve's personal life.

Terrified that Maeve would collapse from exhaustion, she thoughtfully prepared a tray of fresh fruit and midnight snacks and brought them over to the high-security East Courtyard.

Maeve was fully aware that throwing herself into her work was a classic avoidance tactic.

She had lived this long without ever having to navigate the messy, chaotic world of romance.

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