Chapter 1889

Sometimes, Sergio was far more responsible toward Aurelia than Zion was. "He can have our daughter, but my wife is mine." Zion kissed Maeve gently on the forehead. "You know I did my best," he said. He was never the type to feel emotions. Even when Aurelia came into their lives, he couldn't feel the joy that most people would. He only cared about Maeve. It was only with her that he felt like a real person, not just a machine. He remembered a time when he was very young before his parents passed. After his emotional detachment disorder was diagnosed, they showered him with sympathy, but it wasn't a feeling he could truly grasp. However, things changed when he met Maeve. Back then, Maeve was just a little girl. He'd once visited Scott Manor with his parents. Maeve, with her soft, rosy skin, had been a cute, cherubic child. It was the first time he'd felt the wonder of life. He hadn't forgotten that sensation, even after all these years. Then, at an auction, when he saw Maeve