Chapter 1938

In the photo, Maeve's face was lit up with a radiant smile, while Sheldon stood beside her, looking somewhat awkward. Yet, his gaze was fixed on Maeve the entire time. He knew very well that he didn't dislike Maeve. In fact, he might even like her. But the extent of that feeling was beginning to trouble him. "Why does it have to be you?" Sheldon murmured under his breath. He did like Maeve, but he loved Levi more. In the end, Sheldon placed the photo on the table and walked out of the room. Just as he reached the door, Maeve appeared in the doorway with her hand raised mid-knock. "Oh… were you just heading out for dinner? I was about to call you," she said. Same old Maeve. No matter how many times they bickered, she was always the first to come around. And once she saw Sheldon wasn't mad anymore, she'd start teasing him again. So this was what he had always liked about her. "I'm not hungry. You go ahead," Sheldon said while brushing past her. Deep down, he had always known—he