Serglo''s face lit up with joy, as if he hadn''t heard thetter 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 nced at the nearby double bed, his intentions clear.


    Maeve frowned. "I''m not used to sleeping with you.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    "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 ced a pillow on the couch and found a thin nket.


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


    Don''te 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


    difort.


    By morning, Sergio was already up. After putting the pillow back, he approached Maeve to cover her with the nket. 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 nket," he exined.


    Maeve rxed 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 avable in the hospital. It was as good as murder.


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


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    "Get up. Grandma has already had breakfast prepared," Sergio interrupted.


    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.