Chapter 1192

Zion's lips brushed Maeve's in a soft, lingering kiss. The warmth of the bathroom steam clung to their skin, and Maeve's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of crimson. Zion's voice was low. "Darling… don't you think it's time to pay me back—with interest—for the wedding night we skipped?" "D-Don't push your luck!" Her face burned. "Once! Just once!" "Oh? How about ten times? Just ten times?" … The next morning, Maeve stirred in the soft sheets with her body aching in ways she hadn't known possible. Not even running for two hours the other day had left her this drained. She turned her head, only to meet Zion's gaze. She scowled in exasperation. "Zion, I swear… I'm sleeping in a different room from now on." "There's only one master bedroom, sweetheart. You're stuck with me—forever." With that, Zion's arms tightened around her like a trap. … Meanwhile, Charlie was grumbling at Hackett Manor. "It's already the afternoon, and those two still haven't come out of their room?