Chapter 1544
By the time Maeve got off the plane, it was already evening in Seathburn City.
Sheldon's car was parked near the airport, and there weren't many late-night arrivals. The terminal felt empty and quiet.
Sheldon stood inside, and his figure was just easy to spot.
Maeve took a couple of steps forward and tossed him a bag she had been holding.
Sheldon flicked away the cigarette he had been smoking and took the bag.
Maeve quipped, "Well, well. Look at you—you even learned how to smoke now, huh?"
Sheldon frowned slightly. "Maeve, we're the same age. Stop talking to me like you're my mom."
"Sorry. Got used to it. I guess I still see you as that red-haired kid in school who always had my back. Who'd have thought—you've grown up in just two years?"
"Maeve," Sheldon said, his voice carrying a deliberate weight, as if reminding her to tread carefully.
"Alright, I'm sorry. Old habits die hard. I don't mean to do it—it just slips out."
It wasn't entirely her fault. She had lived a few more
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