Chapter 61
Maeve heard the sound of the door opening, and a dim light illuminated the room.
“Maeve. Sergio’s voice was low.
Maeve pretended not to hear.
Sergio raised his voice. “Maeve!”
Maeve furrowed her brows but still didn’t open her eyes. “Why are you disturbing my sleep?”
“Get up!” Sergio sounded angry.
Maeve got up in frustration, staring at Sergio. “Have you gone mad?”
Sergio rushed forward, catching Maeve off guard, and pinned her down on the bed.
The dim light from the door cast an ambiguous feeling on Sergio’s figure.
Maeve’s breath hitched but eventually calmed down. “What do you want?”
“Where were you tonight?” Sergio asked.
“I was having dinner with friends.” Maeve shrugged.
“Who?” Sergio pressed on.
Maeve frowned. “I don’t think I’m obligated to tell you. Don’t forget, we are just using each other.”
“Is that so?” Sergio suddenly sneered.
Maeve realized something was wrong but Sergio tore open her nightgown before she could react. “You’re legally my wife. Shouldn’t you fulfill your duties as a wife?”
“Have you lost your mind, Sergio?” Maeve gasped.
Sergio was about to tear Maeve’s clothes when she slapped him.
The slap echoed in the room, earning them a tense silence.
Maeve spoke coldly, “Sergio, I’m not your plaything!”
Sergio tensed on top of Maeve and his chest heaved violently from his previous actions.
“Get out!” Maeve pointed to the door. Her eyes watered, and Sergio wondered if they were out of anger.
Sergio regained some of his senses and left Maeve’s room.
After the door closed, Sergio rubbed his temple. He must have been crazy to do what he just did.
After a while, Sergio turned around and reached for the door handle. He hesitated but ultimately didn’t
enter the room.
Inside the room, Maeve silently locked the door from the event. It seemed Sergio was pissed by what
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happened earlier today. She needed to be more careful in the future.
The next morning, Allle, who should have woken Maeve up, was nowhere to be found. Maeve went
downstairs. “Allie?”
Her calls went unanswered, and she noticed Serglo on the couch.
Sergio wore a white shirt and was drinking coffee with an aloof look as if nothing had happened last night.
Maeve asked, “Where’s Allie?”
“I gave her a day off,” Sergio answered.
Maeve huffed. “Then what am I supposed to eat for breakfast?”
Sergio looked up. “Can’t you cook for yourself?”
Maeve’s face fell.
“If you can’t, you can always beg me. Sergio hummed.
“Fucking asshole,” Maeve cursed to herself.
Sergio must be targeting her because of what happened last night.
Maeve went to the kitchen and took some eggs and bread from the refrigerator.
