Never See You Again

The fire of passion flamed in Maeve’s face. She bit her lip and exclaimed, “Bastard! 

Their bodies entwined with fervor. After Zion stripped away Maeve’s final piece of clothing, their breaths mingled as they tangled on the bed for hours. It wasn’t until mid- morning that Zion finally relented. 

He then carried Maeve to the bathroom to clean up. This time, Maeve was firm. She insisted Zion lewe so she could wash herself alone as she was wary of him forcing himself on her again 

Outside the bathroom, Zion felt a pang of disappointment but knew better than to argue 

Later, he drove Maeve to the prison where Richard awaited them Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Richard personally escorted Marve and Zion inside, saying, “All personal items are kept together here Ms. Scott, since you mentioned wanting to see your family’s belongings, we had them brought over immediately.” 

With that, Richard motioned for the items to be broughtin. 

On the table lay everything Philip had on him when he entered prison: a set of clothes, a wallet, and a car key 

Maeve frowned. “Is this all?” she asked. 

Richard nodded. “Yes, that’s it. Nothing more.” 

Marve fell silent. She reached out to touch the clothes Philip wore before entering prison. Her hand brushed against something hard, and she discovered a neatly sewn patch. She tore it open, revealing an old key. 

“Yes, this is it.” Maeve confined as it matched with the keyhole shape she remembered. 

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“That’s good news,” Richard said. “Ms. Scott, would you Eke to meet Mr. Scott?” 

“He’s not “Mr. Scott anymore, Mr. Carter. Please arrange for us to meet,” Maeve replied. 

“Sure! Alright! I’ll have someone bring Philip over,” Richard said and signaled to a nearby guard 

Maeve headed to the visitation room–a private cubicle where their conversation wouldn’t be overheard. 

Zion followed Maeve inside. When Philip saw Marve, hope flickered in his eyes briefly before fading at the sight of Zion 

His cheek twitched, and it seemed like he didn’t have the courage to look at either of them. 

Richard set up chairs for Zion and Marve and said, “Take your time. I’ll be outside if you need anything.” 

“Okay. Thank you, Mr. Carter, Marve said. 

As Richard left, Maeve flashed a smile at Philip. “Uncle Phil, it’s only been a month, and you don’t recognize me already?” 

Philip’s face darkened at the memory of Maeve’s betrayal. His time in prison had been brutal. “I’m already in prison, Ms. Scott What could possibly bring you to this place?” 

“Of course, there’s something important,” Maeve said cryptically. With a nonchalant attitude, she lifted the key hidden in Philip’s clothes 

Philip’s expression fell instantly at the sight of the key. 

Mare raised an eyebrow and asked, “Do you remember this, Uncle Phil?