Never See You Again (Sergio and Maeve) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17 

Marve immediately pretended to focus on eating when Sergio hung up the call. Sergio said, “I have to go out for a bit.” 

“Was it from Clara?” Marve a 

askord 

“Clara’s ankle is still injured, so I’m going to bring her to the hospital,” Sergio replied. 

Maeve nodded, “As you should, go ahead.” 

As you should? Go ahead? Sergio frowned and wondered if Maeve was willing to give up such a good opportunity to spend time alone with him. As far as Sergio knew, Maeve would surely throw a tantrum if she knew that he was meeting Clara 

“Aren’t you supposed to bring Clara to the hospital? Why aren’t you leaving?” Maeve couldn’t wait for Sergio to leave. She was afraid that Zion would be resting soon, and who knew what Hailey would come up with tomorrow. 

“Enjoy your dinner,” Sergio said. He felt restless as he glanced at the table being quickly emptied by Maeve. She had gone to great lengths to keep him at home, yet she was only focused on eating. 

As Sergio left somewhat frustrated, Maeve immediately dialed Zion’s number. “Hello? I had something on today, I’m on my way now.” 

“No rush,” Zion replied 

“See you!” 

Meanwhile, Zion stood by the Foster Group’s office’s window walls. Charlie woke up from the sofa in the office and asked, “Where’s Maeve? It’s so late now, and she’s not here yet?” 

“She had something on,” Zion replied. 

“For a whole day?” Charlie stretched lazily, then suddenly realized something, “You haven’t been waiting here all day, have you? You haven’t moved at all?” 

He could see the surroundings outside from this window clearly. Zion smiled slightly. 

Charlie gasped, “Today’s an eye–opener! What’s up? You’re tired of violence and want romance now?” 

“It’s not something impossible,” Zion replied. 

Charlie had never seen this expression on Zion’s lace before. He had always thought that love at first sight only existed in fairy tales. He never expected to see such a plat unfolding with his best friend. 

Soon, Marve drove to the Foster Group’s entrance. The security guard glanced at Maeve and confirmed several times, “Are you Ms. Scott 

“That’s me,” Maeve nodded. 

“Please come along with me.” The security guard then took the initiative to carry Maeve’s bag and escorted her to the elevator 

Maeve looked around the office. The employees should have left work long ago, but the entire Foster Group building was still lit up Charlie sure was rich!