Chapter 342

Levi said calmly, "He's handling something for me." Maeve nodded and said, "Then, should I..." Should she leave first? Maeve scanned the area, observing the absence of other individuals. If something like before happened again, it wouldn't be good. The place was surrounded by stairs, it was very unfriendly for someone with a disability. "Should I take you upstairs?" she offered. "Thank you, Maeve," Levi responded as if he had anticipated her question. His acceptance was anything but modest. Maeve regretted her politeness. Steeling herself, she walked behind Levi and began pushing his wheelchair. He wore a simple white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses. His deep-set eyes, high nose, and chiseled features gave him the appearance of a refined rogue. Maeve asked, "What room number, Mr. Hackett?" "No. 712." Maeve was taken aback. "No. 712?" "Why? Are you familiar with it?" Levi inquired. "No, I just think it's a nice number." It happened to be her birthday. She continued pushin