Chapter 1501

It wouldn't have been too bad if Zion had just treated this as a vacation. After breakfast, Zion was the first to get up and clear the table. Meanwhile, Maeve lounged on the couch in the living room, waiting for him. From the kitchen, Zion glanced over and saw Maeve propped on her elbows and watching him wash dishes. So, his hands moved a little faster without him even realizing it. When he was done, he walked back to her and swept her off the couch as if it were second nature. Over the past month, Maeve had barely touched the ground on her own. She couldn't help but say, "Zion, if you keep babying me like this, my arms might heal, but my legs are going to waste away." "Doesn't matter. I can carry you for the rest of my life." Zion's voice was steady and matter-of-fact. It wasn't an empty promise, either—his strength was no joke. Even at 80 years old, he'd probably be like Kurt and still lifted weights. Besides, Maeve was so light that it didn't even count as a challenge.