Chapter 1778

Morning broke, ushering in another peaceful day. Maeve slept in until noon. As she stirred awake, she snuggled deeper into Zion's arms, clearly reluctant to leave the comfort of the bed. "Lunch is ready, you sleepyhead." Zion gently ruffled Maeve's hair. But instead of getting up, Maeve wrapped her arms tightly around Zion and clung even closer. "I don't want to get up… just a little longer." When they first arrived on the island, Maeve had been remarkably disciplined. Every morning, she was up by eight, ready to soak in the view of the sea with Zion. They spent their days watching shows, taking long walks, working out in the villa's gym, experimenting with recipes, and even gaming together. It was an idyllic, productive rhythm they had fallen into. But as the days blurred into weeks, their routines began to slip. Nights on the island were eerily quiet, leaving only the two of them. And inevitably, those quiet nights turned into prolonged "physical bonding". Zion had a habi