Chapter 1871

It was already late at night when Levi wrapped up his work. The room was dimly lit by a single desk lamp. He removed his gold-rimmed glasses and massaged his temples. On the bed, Maeve had kicked the covers off once again. Levi had no choice but to go to her side to cover the covers back up. As he was tucking her in, Maeve's hand suddenly shot out to grab his arm, and she turned over. It was as if she was having a pleasant dream; she nuzzled against his arm. Levi sighed and allowed her to hold on to him. Not far away, a worn teddy bear plushie sat on a chair, showing signs of age. It had been a gift he gave Maeve when she was ten. Back then, he refused to sleep next to her, and Maeve had cried for a long time. She'd always had the habit of hugging his arm to sleep, so he gave her the teddy bear plushie instead. The day Maeve returned to Scott Manor, she wailed, but he even refused to walk her home. But sometimes, dependency wasn't a good thing. He couldn't promise he'd alwa