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Oupter 48 Maeve was somewhat surprised at Sergioâs cold and indifferent tone.
Sergio hadnât treated Clara like this before.
What happened today? Did he take the wrong medicine?
Maeve soon understood that it was probably because of the reporterâs question earlier that made Sergio more cautious.
Hearing Sergioâs words, Clara couldnât hide the disappointment in her eyes, Since her birthday night, Sergio had been distant and cold toward her. Even when she took the initiative to call him, it hadnât made much of a difference.
Clara obediently nodded her head. âAlright, Iâll go back now.â
Seeing Claraâs dejected expression, Sergio felt a pang of regret.
Was his tone just now too harsh?
As she watched Clara walk away, Marve said, âA girlâs heart is very fragile. If you want to comfort her, just go ahead and do it.â
âYou want me to comfort her?â
Sergio frowned, his tone filled with doubt.
âNo matter what, sheâs a student youâve personally mentored. Youâve always treated her well, so itâs natural she would be upset if you suddenly started acting cold toward her.â
Sergio pressed his lips together.
Seeing that Sergio was not responding, Maeve said, âIf you donât go now, itâll be too late, Larry drives very fast.â
âYou donât need to play mind games with me.â
Sergio held Maeveâs hand and said calmly, âYou are my wife,â
Maeve was stunned..
Sergio led her out of the hall by the hand.
Maeve looked up at Sergloâs profile and suddenly remembered many years ago when she first met him. Back then, he had also led her home by the hand, just like this.
Perhaps Sergio had forgotten that the Scott family had a mischievous twelveâyearâold girl.
At that time, Sergio was still in school, just a seventeenâyearâold boy.
Back then, she thought to herself, how wonderful it would be if she could marry a man as handsome as Sergio.
But she was no longer that young girl who wanted to be in love.
Thinking of this, Maeve pulled her hand out of Sergioâs Feeling his hand was empty, Sergio tumed back and saw Maeve standing still. He asked, âWhatâs wrong?â
âThere are no reporters here, so thereâs no need to hold my hand.â
Marve looked unpleasant. There was a hint of gloom in her eyes.
Serglo couldnât find a suitable reason. He just held her hand subconsciously.
âLetâs go home.â
Maeve walked a little faster, not waiting for Sergio behind her.
Sergio didnât know what he had done wrong. It seemed like Maeveâs mood had suddenly tumed somber.
Were womenâs moods really this unpredictable?
âSergio Come down and drive!â Maeveâs voice came out of the elevator.
Sergio took a deep breath.
He really couldnât understand Maeve anymore.
At the same time, Zion, with a dark expression, threw the dart in his hand toward the TV.
In the next second, several large cracks appeared on the TV screen