Never See You Again (Sergio and Maeve) novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381 

“No, Mr. Spencer. It was just a joke!” Charlie poked his head out of the kitchen 

Lyta remarked, “Zee, I remember that your overseas assets have been transferred out before. So, why did you use Charlie’s card to pay for Mavy’s skincare products yesterday? You’re not taking advantage of our sweet brother, are you?” 

“The money is reserved for now.” 

Lyra rolled her eyes. “That’s a lot of money! Are you saving it for a dowry?” 

Zion responded nonchalantly, “Yeah, something like that.” 

Lyra was surprised. “Seriously? You’re really saving up for a dowry?” 

Maeve blushed as she sat on the sofa, holding a glass of water. “I’m hungry too. Why isn’t the food ready yet?” 

“It’s almost done! The three of you can only talk and won’t even lend a hand!” 

“I’ll help!” Lyra volunteered angrily, raising her hand and darting into the kitchen. 

Charlie rolled his eyes. “Are you really going to help, Aunt Lyra? Just don’t cause any trouble for me! 

“Charlie! How dare you talk to me like that? I’ll rip your ears off!” Lyra threatened him. 

“I wouldn’t dare. How could 1…” 

In the kitchen, Charlie and Lyra continued to bicker. 

Maeve sat nervously on the sofa, while Zion took a seat nearby, giving her space. 

Sensing Zion’s silence, Maeve stole a glance at him. She noticed his simple attire that accentuated his broad shoulders and delicate collarbones. Without his usual military–style coat, he seemed softer and more approachable. 

“Am I really that good–looking?” Zion suddenly spoke up, causing her to quicldy avert her gaze. 

Zion’s tone softened further as he said, “Tum around. You’ll get a better view of me.” 

“No!” Maeve declined firmly. She had acted impulsively earlier, feeling completely out of control. By the time she regained her senses, she wanted nothing more than to disappear from the embarrassment. 

“Zion, don’t just stand there! Hurry up and drag Lyra away! Otherwise, you’ll all be stuck eating burned omelets and other overcooked food!” Charlie’s voice echoed from the latchen. 

Upon hearing Charlie’s desperate cry, Zion’s voice lowered as he responded, “Coming,”