Chapter 41

Maeve's POV

He knitted his brows but gave no reply. Instead, he poured me a glass of water, cooing, "Here, have some water."

This side of him took me back to the days we were madly in love. How he treated me like I was the love of his life.

Just then, my abdominal wound started aching, reminding me how he had treated me after he confirmed that my dad murdered Siena.

I scoffed, disgust overwhelming