Chapter 1500

in the morning, Maeve woke up to find Zion's side of the bed empty. Still half-asleep, she reached out instinctively, then mumbled, "Zee... what time is it now?" There was no response. Maeve sat up, realizing Zion was nowhere to be found. After a quick wash-up, she made her way downstairs. Zion had already returned by then. His black shirt sleeves were rolled up slightly as he was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. "You're up so early?" Maeve asked. It was barely seven in the morning. Zion had long since adjusted to Maeve's routine. Once he got used to her schedule, it became second nature to him. "Let's eat. Breakfast is ready," he said. He prepared two sandwiches and a bowl of soup on the table. Ever since Maeve's injury, her health had been fragile. While in the hospital, she'd suffered through multiple fevers, and recently, she could only handle light meals. Maeve came downstairs and sat down at the table. She'd slept soundly last night, likely from sheer exhaustion