Never See You Again

“Are you not going to leave? Fine, then I will!” Maeve swung open the door, poised to step out. 

In an instant, Zion moved forward and pulled Maeve into a tight embrace. She frowned at the strength in Zion’s grip. It was as if he feared she might actually bolt away. 

Marve struggled briefly before relenting. “Is there something you can’t tell me?” 

“I’m sorry” Zion’s voice was low, gravelly, and heavy with remorse. 

Maeve spoke calmly. “I seek a simple He, but by choosing you, I accept the risks ahead. But it’s on the condition that you’re completely open with me. You should know, I’m not one to hide under someone else’s protection.” 

“I know. I’ve always known,” Zion murmured. He lowered his gaze and continued softly, “I’ll tell you everything that you wanted to know without holding back.” 

Zion gently cradled Marve’s face and planted a delicate kiss on her forehead. 

“Mary, nothing in this world means more to me than you. No one is as precious,” he said earnestly. “But there’s something I must do ” 

“Levi mentioned your investigation into your parents‘ case,” Maeve said. 

Zion pursed his lips. “It’s not just about them.” 

With a frown, Maeve asked, “What else is there?” 

“And.. your parents,” Zion replied. 

Maeve’s hands tightened into fists. While suppressing her unease, she asked, “Who was responsible for their… deaths?” 

Zion met her eyes briefly before looking away. “What did Levi tell you?” 

“He claimed he didn’t know, but I don’t buy it. The Hackett family controls everything in Seathburn City. 

“He knows,” Zion conceded. “He just wanted me to tell you this myself.” 

Levi must know who killed my parents.” 

*Mr. Hackett quite the manipulator,” Maeve remarked dryly. “It seems like your friend wants us to reconcile.” 

“In that case, Lowe him my thanks.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

As the kitchen pot boiled, Zion patted Maeve’s head gently. “Wait for me in the living room. I’ll tell you after I finish cooking the pasta.” 

“I’ve waited this long, a few more minutes won’t kill me. Hurry up.” 

“Alright.” Zion moved to the kitchen and skillfully prepared the pasta. Maeve watched him from the living room while resting her chin on her hand. “I want a poached egg,” she called out. 

“Sure thing.” 

“And check the fridge for steak.” 

“Alright” Zion’s responses grew increasingly tender. 

“Mr. Spencer, whoever ends up with you is one lucky soul.” 

“Are you complimenting me or yourself?” 

“You, of course“. 

Zion turned off the stove and placed the pasta in front of Maeve, “The steak’s frozen. I’ve ordered fresh ones, they’ll be here soon.” 

Marve looked at the pasta and said, “Alright, spill it Confession is good for the soul.” 

“Daly after you’ve eaten ”