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Chapter 1108 Chapter 1110: Realizing that Roland might tell the truth after getting drunk, Maia prepared to intervene. But then, Roland suddenly straightened and carefully moved his mouth. "Maia..." Maia's chest tightened, her unease nearly robbing her of breath. She had no clue how she could respond, silently praying that the entire moment was nothing more than a dream. Pattie shifted her gaze toward Maia at the doorway, her brow lifting faintly. She bent nearer to Roland, speaking softly. "Roland, what sort of nonsense is this? Can you clear your head?

Have you secretly cherished Maia all along?" Roland's eyelids stayed shut, his tone slurred. He appeared to echo himself, yet both Pattie and Maia failed to discern his words this time. Maia turned toward Pattie, catching the woman's brows drawn together in solemn focus upon her. Maia's pulse skipped. "Maia, I can't understand what he's saying!" Pattie exhaled and hiccuped again from the liquor. "I must attempt once more." "Wait, Pattie..." Maia quickly cut in. "Why don't we head downstairs for another drink and allow Roland proper rest?" "Oh..." Pattie chuckled faintly. "Wonderful thought!

Tonight we'll drink until we've had our fill!" She lurched upright, nearly collapsing, and leaned heavily against Maia. "Maia, how do things stand between you and Chris now? Can you show me how to win a man's heart?" Pattie's words thinned away, her body easing into drowsiness. Maia steadied her swaying companion. She studied Pattie, whose eyelids had closed, and let out a quiet sigh. She had never imagined that Pattie could display such vulnerability. Yet in matters of love, who could be entirely assured?

Your favorite stories are on gⱯlnσνes․cøm Maia guided Pattie into another guest chamber and placed her upon the mattress. Afterward, she descended alone to the parlor. Pouring herself a glass of wine, Maia watched the red liquid swirl, and her mind replayed Chris's grin. She swallowed the whole measure of red wine at once, her face flushing. She couldn't stop herself from pondering what Chris might be doing that very evening. Glancing at the missed calls on her phone, she whispered, "Today...

he didn't reach me, not even a message." Maia reclined against the sofa cushions, her eyelids gradually lowering. Meanwhile, within Elysium Apartments, Chris tossed in bed, rolling about restlessly, unable to find sleep. He rose, switched on the lamp in the parlor, and surveyed the home full of furnishings, yet his chest felt hollow. Without Maia, the flat seemed stripped of any sense of belonging. He peered at the clock hanging on the wall, his fists clenching, fighting the impulse to contact Maia. . . .