Chapter 512 Leviâs car dropped Maeve off outside her apartment. With a heavy heart, Marve stepped out and headed toward the entrance.
âMs. Scott!â the security guard suddenly called out.
Maeve frowned. âWhat is it?â
âA gentleman came by looking for you. Heâs been waiting inside for an hour.â
The guard pointed to the reception area, where Marve could clearly see Zionâs figure Marveâs voice turned icy. âI donât know him well. Send him away.â
âAlright, Iâll get rid of him!â
Just as the security guard was about to leave, Maeve hesitated. âWaitâ
âLet him in â
The security guard was confused, thinking he misheard. Hadnât she just said she didnât know him? Why let him in then?
âMs. Scott, we have rules here. If youâre being harassed, just let me know, and Iâll make sure he leaves.â
âHarassed? Heâs my boyfriendâ
âWhat?â The security guard was dumbfounded. Boyfriend?
He glanced at his phone, which was currently displaying news of Maeve and Sergio holding hands and announcing their reconciliation.
Those two didnât seem like the same person.
After scratching his head in confusion, the security guard walked to the reception area and said to Zion, âMr. Brooks, your wife is calling you over.
âWhat did you call me Zion asked.
âMr. Brooks, right?â
Zionâs piercing glare could have cut through steel. Meanwhile, the security guard couldnât figure out what heâd done wrong but felt a chill run down his spine.
Like a punished child, Zion followed Marve from a distance. When they reached the elevator, they stood in silence. Maeve stepped out first, with Zion trailing closely At her apartment door, Marve took out her key and glanced back at Zion, who stood at the other end of the hallway. âHow long do you plan to follow me?
Zion pressed his lips together. He was never good with words, and Maeve was genuinely upset this time. He couldnât think of a single thing to say.
âEither come in or leave. I donât need a night watchman.â
Hearing this, a faint smile finally appeared on Zionâs face, and he followed her inside.
If Marve went to the kitchen, Zion followed and insisted on cooking for her. If she tried to sweep the floor, Zion put down the spatula and grabbed the broom from her. Finally, Marve couldnât stand it anymore âZion, what exactly do you want?â
Zion remained silent as he was unsure of how to respond.
Marve laughed, âMr. Spencer, if you donât know what to say to me, you might as well leave.â
âMary.â