"But it's not too late now," Zion said with his eyes brimming with gentle affection.
To the outside world, Zion cut a malicious and fearsome figure. He struck dread into everyone who crossed his path.
But to Maeve, Zion was always a quiet, occasionally mischievous, and unconventional man. This side of him was endearing and far from frightening.
"Wait here for a moment," Zion said before heading downstairs.
He returned soon after with a plate of dessert—a cake with cherry jam filling. The sight of someone as serious as Zion making a heart-shaped dessert warmed Maeve's heart.
"Try it," he encouraged.
Maeve took a small bite. The cake had a sweet and tangy cherry flavor, with the sourness enhancing the lingering sweetness.
"You missed your calling as a chef," Maeve remarked.
"I used to be a chef."
"I remember you mentioning you were a barber too."
"That's right."
"Can you tell me more about your past?" Maeve's eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Sure," Zion agreed.
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