For the entire morning, Maeve and Andres remained tangled in the sheets, fully indulging in each other's company.
After lunch, Maeve made her way to Lab C. At two o'clock sharp, it was time to administer the treatment to extend Subject 1152's life. Only three days remained in the impossible trial Lab C had set for her.
She had just parked her car in the lot when someone knocked on her window. It was Simon Grover.
Maeve stepped out and greeted him casually. "Mr. Grover, what a coincidence."
Simon caught the radiant complexion and lingering softness in her eyes. It was a stunning allure that made her even more captivating than when they had first met. "I'm guessing you had an incredibly enjoyable night," he remarked. Only a woman who had been thoroughly loved would exude such breathtaking charm.
Maeve wasn't the least bit bothered by his bold observation. "Not only was last night incredibly enjoyable, but this morning was too. The ancients were right—food and intimacy are fundamental human needs. You can only maintain a good mood when your mind and body are fully satisfied."
Simon found her unapologetic, candid nature increasingly fascinating. "You truly are the most unique woman I have ever met."
As they walked together toward the elevators, Simon casually added, "You know your man is currently wrapped up in a public scandal with another woman, yet you're completely unfazed. There are only two explanations: either you love him deeply, or you don't love him at all."
Anya's viral posts hinting at a romantic relationship with Andres had flooded every social media platform. Even Simon, who never cared for gossip, had found himself highly entertained by it recently. He thought the topic might make Maeve uncomfortable, but instead of showing any embarrassment, she asked with genuine amusement, "So what's your guess? Do I love him deeply, or not at all?"

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