Chapter 1860

Sergio accompanied Maeve to countless cities, while his work laptop was discarded in a corner. Together, they traversed much of the Northern Hemisphere. They snapped photos in bustling cities and even sped through desolate streets. These were moments Sergio had never given Maeve before—moments she had always longed for. It all felt real yet surreal. Before him, Maeve appeared as innocent as ever, as her eyes were devoid of complexity or calculation. It struck him then on how little she'd ever truly wanted. Flashes of their early days as newlyweds surfaced in Sergio's mind. On the phone, Maeve's voice carried a subtle trace of hope as she tentatively asked, "Sergio, it's our first day as newlyweds. Could you maybe—" "I'm busy. Contact my secretary if you need something." In his past life, he had crushed her hopes over and over by using work as an excuse. Eventually, Maeve didn't have the courage to ask him for anything altogether. Perhaps that was how the light in her eyes ha