Never See You Again

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Chapter 93

As soon as Charlie said that, the others turned their gazes to Maeve.

Maeve hastily stopped thinking about it. Touching her burning cheeks, she said, “I probably caught a cold.”

“You mustn’t underestimate colds. I’ll ask Zee to take you to the hospital later.”

Next to Maeve, Lyra was eager to create opportunities for the two to be alone together.

Maeve shook her head. “It’s nothing serious. I’ll be fine in a while.”

Lyra sat Maeve down, Zion’s breakfast was quite simple, but the other three had way more nutrition than necessary on their plates.

Maeve and Lyra had just drunk alcohol yesterday, so they were craving something greasy and spicy. They got to have spicy seafood soup for breakfast, so it worked up quite the appetite for them

Zion only took a few bites before getting up and clearing his dishes. Noticing that he had grabbed his coat and was heading out, Charlie asked, “Where are you going, getting up so early in the morning?”

“I’m going out for a while.”

With that, Zion closed the door of the house.

he going to

was exasperated. “You’re

ate her breakfast quietly. After about half an hour, Zion

stunned. Sometime later, he asked, “Did you… actually

table. From the shopping bag, he took out bananas, grapes, apples, milk, yogurt, and

“For the hangovers.”

voice was calm as if he was talking about something extremely common. Then, he picked up a fruit knife and began peeling

in excitement. “My brother is really something! I’ve underestimated him!”

I can peel apples for you

isn’t the point! Ugh, you know nothing!”

started bickering

quite good with the knife. He casually peeled an apple to perfection, and he

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before serving it

him on purpose. “Oh, dear, we’ve been siblings for so many years, but I’ve never seen you take the initiative to peel

for you right now, aren’t I?”

an apple for Lyra

Charlie, signaling for him to quit causing trouble.

the plate. She couldn’t help but

a young age. Even though she was the young lady of the Scott family, she was raised in her uncle’s house from a young age. They were relatives, but they weren’t her biological parents, after all. She depended on others since young, so she had always longed

peeled apples for her before, and no one had truly cared whether she was feeling