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    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.”


    “<b>Alright</b>, I’ll get rid of him!”


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


    “Let him in <b>”</b>


    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 nced at his phone, which was currently disying 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 <b>said </b>to Zion, “Mr. Brooks, your wife is calling you over.


    “What did you call me Zion asked.


    “Mr. Brooks, right?”


    Zion’s piercing re could have cut through steel. Meanwhile, the security guard couldn’t figure out what he’d done wrong but felt a chill <b>run </b>down his spine.


    Like a punished child, Zion followed Marve from a distance. <b>When </b>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 nced back at Zion, who stood at the other end of the hallway. “How long do you n 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.


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


    Hearing this<b>, </b>a faint smile finally appeared on Zion’s <b>face</b>, 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 spat and grabbed the broom from her. Finally, Marve couldn’t stand it anymore “<b>Zion</b>, what exactly do you <b>want</b>?”


    Zion remained silent as he was unsure of how to <b>respond</b><b>.</b>


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


    “Mary<b>.</b>”