Maeve lay against the headboard playing a game.
The IV drip had finished, and she had eaten lunch. She was lost in thought, her mood complicated. To pass the time, she asked for Louis's phone to play games and distract herself.
The door creaked open, and she looked up.
She saw Caiden Ward and Rosy Harris hastily approaching from a few steps away.
Caiden was young and handsome, tall with long legs, dressed in a finely crafted custom suit, exuding elegance and nobility. Compared to the more mature man in her memory, he seemed charming and graceful, his eyes sparkling with tender affection as he looked at her.
Next to him, Rosy was also young, her long hair cascading down, her fitted gray trench coat outlining her tall figure. She looked at Maeve with equal concern, though a flash of impatience flickered in her eyes.
With pursed lips, Maeve lowered her head and placed the phone by her pillow.
