“Thank you for dinner, Ava,” Maverick said, bringing tonight’s conversation to an end.Without realizing it, Ava smiled and nodded. “Then ... I’ll clean everythi—”“Don’t,” Maverick stopped her. “I’ll do it.”“But, Mr.—”“Sit down. You must be tired.” Without any awkwardness, Maverick gathered the dirty plates and his glass, tidying the dining table as though he were already accustomed to doing it.Once they felt it was enough, they returned to their respective rooms. Ava followed Maverick upstairs, where his room was located. Her steps were slightly slower than usual. Her face was still lowered, leaving behind a sense of awkwardness and embarrassment that had not completely disappeared.However, at least this time, there was one burden that felt much lighter on her shoulders. Especially after she had told Maverick a little about her f
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