The one who was shocked was not Maeve Winters, but Delilah Goodman.
At that moment, she felt as if she were swimming in a sea of happiness.
Seeing Maeve's face, she gasped, quickly dismounted from bed, and covered herself with a blanket.
"Maeve, I... I... I'm not..."
She was momentarily panicked.
She had no idea how to explain it.
She thought Maeve would storm off angrily.
But she didn't.
With a bang.
She actually closed the door behind her with her back.
"Maeve, if you want to blame someone, blame me. It was my idea, it's not Dirk Carter's fault."
Seeing Maeve slowly approach the bed, Delilah hurriedly explained.
Maeve fixed her eyes on Dirk Carter, then, under the gaze of both, she extended her right hand.
A slap seemed unavoidable.
Just as Delilah was about to get up to protect Dirk, Maeve's hand fell on her own buttons.
Her fingers flew.
Four buttons were quickly undone.
Revealing the underwear inside.
"What... what are you doing?"
