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Serglo's face lit up with joy, as if he hadn't heard the latter half of her words.

Maeve pushed away Sergio's hands. "I'm exhausted. You should leave."

"Where can I go, with Grandma around?" he asked.

Maeve hadn't been home much, so Sergio had moved into this bedroom. It still bore traces of Maeve's 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. "I'm not used to sleeping with you.

"I won't touch you. It's just to keep up appearances for Grandma."

Maeve eyed the bed, then the couch. "Then, you should sleep on the couch!"

A hint of disappointment crossed Sergio's eyes, but he obediently placed a pillow on the couch and found a thin blanket.

Seeing his compliance, Maeve returned to the bed. "At night, make sure to keep your distance from me

Don't come within three feet of me."

"Okay."

"Except in front of Mrs. Brooks Senior. Other than that, we will live our own lives and not interfere with

each other."

"Okay."

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 Maeve's gaze upon him. Her eyes were

filled with caution.

"I was just trying to cover you with the blanket," he explained.

Maeve relaxed a bit.

After all she'd 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.

"Sorry, I just..." Maeve tried to come up with an excuse

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Maeve was puzzled. How could Hailey have had breakfast prepared? Allie wouldn't be here this early.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," 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 "crisis" for her.