Chapter 321

Maeve's fever had just subsided. Feeling weak and unsteady, she got out of bed and stumbled forward. Zion caught her around the waist. Reflexively, she clung to his arm for support. Zion's arm was strong and firm, his muscles tense beneath Maeve's fingers. They were so close that they could feel each other's heartbeats and breaths. Maeve quickly withdrew her hand. "Sorry, I lost my balance." "I've got you. You won't fall." A housekeeper then entered and handed a set of clean clothes to Zion, who placed them on a nearby table. "I'll wait outside," he said. Maeve nodded. She had sweated through the night and needed to freshen up. Once Zion stepped outside, she headed to the bathroom to shower. Zion stood in the hallway, feeling the lingering warmth on his arm. He listened to the sound of water running inside and swallowed hard. After some time, Maeve came out in clean, neat clothes. "I'm ready. We can go now." She wore a casual shirt and jeans, her wavy hair still slightly damp