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Chapter 216 Sergloâs face lit up with joy, as if he hadnât heard the latter half of her words.
Maeve pushed away Sergioâs hands. âIâm exhausted. You should leave.â
âWhere can I go, with Grandma around?â he asked.
Maeve hadnât been home much, so Sergio had moved into this bedroom. It still bore traces of Maeveâs presence and reminders of how she had waited for him day after day since their marriage.
Sergio glanced at the nearby double bed, his intentions clear.
Maeve frowned. âIâm not used to sleeping with you.
âI wonât touch you. Itâs just to keep up appearances for Grandma.â
Maeve eyed the bed, then the couch. âThen, you should sleep on the couch!â
A hint of disappointment crossed Sergioâs eyes, but he obediently placed a pillow on the couch and found a thin blanket.
Seeing his compliance, Maeve returned to the bed. âAt night, make sure to keep your distance from me Donât come within three feet of me.â
âOkay.â
âExcept in front of Mrs. Brooks Senior. Other than that, we will live our own lives and not interfere with each other.â
âOkay.â
Sergio agreed to everything.
This was their first time sharing a room. Maeve felt uneasy throughout the night, tossing and turning in discomfort.
By morning, Sergio was already up. After putting the pillow back, he approached Maeve to cover her with the blanket. As he reached out to do so, Maeve suddenly grabbed his hand.
Sergio froze. His heart skipped a beat as he felt the weight of Maeveâs gaze upon him. Her eyes were filled with caution.
âI was just trying to cover you with the blanket,â he explained.
Maeve relaxed a bit.
After all sheâd been through, she felt not only indifference toward Sergio, but also fear.
In her previous life, he had left her to die on the operating table by transferring away all the type A blood available in the hospital.
It was as good as murder.
âSorry, I just...â Maeve tried to come up with an excuse Chury 216 âGet up. Grandma has already had breakfast prepared,â Sergio interrupted.
Maeve was puzzled. How could Hailey have had breakfast prepared? Allie wouldnât be here this early.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
âCome in,â Maeve said.
A young maid, who was barely 18 or 19 years old, stood at the door. Her appearance was fresh and innocent, radiating purity.
Maeve immediately grasped the situation. Hailey had arranged for the maid to be here as a tactic to create a sense of âcrisisâ for her.