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Chapter 92 It was no wonder that Maeve, who used to follow Sergio everywhere if she could, wanted nothing but a divorce now.
She had gotten involved with Zion.
Just great.
Sergio turned the car around. Soon, he returned to Brooks Manor.
Clara was still waiting for Sergio in the living room. When she saw Sergio coming back with a gloomy look on his face, she asked tentatively, âDidnât Maeve... come back with you?â
Sergioâs expression turned even colder. âIf she doesnât want to come back, she can stay outside forever.â
Clara s in glee when she heard Sergioâs words.
Maeve was such a foolish woman. She had the chance to win Sergioâs heart, but she chose to be stubborn instead.
But that wasnât a bad thing for Clara. As long as Maeve was gone from this house, Clara would have the chance to get close to Sergio and win his heart.
Clara gazed at Sergioâs profile. She had always believed that she would be able to win Sergio over.
After all, she could already somewhat sense Sergioâs feelings for her a long time ago. Also, Sergio treated her differently from everyone else.
The next morning, Maeve woke up groggily on a bed. When she opened her eyes, she saw the white ceiling above her, and the decorations around her werenât familiar at all.
She rubbed her head. She could only remember going to a nightclub with Lyra last night, and they had even asked for male escorts. Then, Charlie and Zion caught them and took them away. She had a feeling that she had fallen asleep in the car, but she couldnât remember anything after that.
A knock sounded on the door.
Maeve said, âCome in.â
The person who had opened the door was none other than Lyra. With an apologetic expression on her face, Lyra looked at Maeve and said, âMavy, Iâm so sorry. I had a little too much to drink yesterday.â
âItâs alright, I had fun too.â
âCome on, wash up! Get up and get ready to eat!â
Charlie shouted from the kitchen.
Maeve got out of bed. She spotted Zion and Charlie in the living room.
Chapter 92 The decorations in the house were boring and simple, and even the color was monotone. The furniture was arranged in a simple layout, and it didnât look messy at all.
Still, Maeve could tell that all the decorations in this house were unique items. They didnât look like they were widely available on the market.
âWhat are you zoning out for? Hurry and wash up. Iâve already made breakfast.â
Looking at Maeve, who was in a daze, Charlie couldnât help but urge her along.
Maeve tugged at Lyraâs sleeve. She had just realized that she was wearing pajamas.
Lyra quickly understood what Maeve was confused about. She whispered, âZionâs maid was the one who helped you change your clothes.â
âIs this Zionâs house?â
âYes.â
Lyra continued, âZion lived in Seathburn City when he was young. Later on, he went abroad, so this place has been empty for a long time.â
Maeve nodded.
Lyra held Maeveâs hand. âCome on, letâs wash up. Weâll let them do the work.â
More accurately, Charlie was the only one bustling about.
Charlie was fussing over everything, and he looked just like a mom.
âHow did I get here last night?â
Maeve couldnât help but ask.
Shaking her head, Lyra said, âI have no idea, either. The sun was already up by the time I opened my eyes.â
Maeve only recalled Zion telling her to take a nap, and she had no idea what happened after that. When she recalled her embarrassing behavior after getting drunk yesterday, she could barely hold her head high.
âMy brother probably carried you here. Heh, heâs a very caring man, isnât he? Still, he has never hugged me, his dear sister, since young!â
Lyra had a knowing look on her face.
Maeve blushed a little. When she exited the bathroom and spotted Zion sitting at the table, she was surprised to find her heart racing.
Turning around, Charlie asked in confusion, âMaeve, whatâs with the red face? Do you have a fever?â