Chapter 640

"I don't like wasting food." Liam's blunt remark hit Maeve directly. Maeve shrugged. "Well, neither do I." "What do you feel like for dinner? Steak, pasta, salad, or toast?" "Anything works for me. I'm not picky." Maeve's tone was a far cry from how she'd been in the afternoon. Julian piped up, "Mr. Larson, she only puts on a show for you! This afternoon she—" Before he could finish, Liam cut him off, "What's your point after going through so much trouble?" "Mr. Larson, you're certainly a clever man." Julian was lost as he failed to grasp the situation. Wasn't Liam supposed to punish Maeve? Why did he seem so unfazed? With a smile, Maeve declared, "I want a phone." Liam paused, and his knife and fork hovered mid-air. Julian raised an eyebrow. "A hostage asking for a phone? Ms. Scott, you surely know how to joke." "I know you gave my ring to Sergio. No matter your intentions, he won't believe I'm dead, Mr. Larson." Maeve studied Liam's reaction, and her guess seemed spot on