Never See You Again

Levi’s car dropped Maeve off outside her apartment. With a heavy heart, Marve stepped out and headed toward the entrance. 

“Ms. Scott!” the security guard suddenly called out. 

Maeve frowned. “What is it?” 

“A gentleman came by looking for you. He’s been waiting inside for an hour.” 

The guard pointed to the reception area, where Marve could clearly see Zion’s figure 

Marve’s voice turned icy. “I don’t know him well. Send him away.” 

“Alright, I’ll get rid of him!” 

Just as the security guard was about to leave, Maeve hesitated. “Wait” 

“Let him in ” 

The security guard was confused, thinking he misheard. Hadn’t she just said she didn’t know him? Why let him in then? 

“Ms. Scott, we have rules here. If you’re being harassed, just let me know, and I’ll make sure he leaves.” 

“Harassed? He’s my boyfriend” 

“What?” 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 didn’t seem like the same person. 

After scratching his head in confusion, the security guard walked to the reception area and said to Zion, “Mr. Brooks, your wife is calling you over. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What did you call me Zion asked. 

“Mr. Brooks, right?” 

Zion’s piercing glare could have cut through steel. Meanwhile, the security guard couldn’t figure out what he’d 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. “How 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 couldn’t think of a single thing to say. 

“Either come in or leave. I don’t need a night watchman.” 

Hearing this, a faint smile finally appeared on Zion’s 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 couldn’t stand it anymore “Zion, what exactly do you want?” 

Zion remained silent as he was unsure of how to respond. 

Marve laughed, “Mr. Spencer, if you don’t know what to say to me, you might as well leave.” 

“Mary.”