Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 142

That feral, catlike look in her eyes lit something hot and reckless in Andres.

"Fine," he said. "We don't go public. But you owe me a little compensation."

Maeve was about to ask what he meant when he cradled the back of her head and kissed her—deep, demanding, leaving no room for debate.

What Andres was thinking was simple: not today didn't mean not tomorrow.

If he had to, he'd make sure the whole world knew Maeve was his wife.

He knew what he was doing with his mouth, too. Maeve melted faster than she meant to.

One kiss became two, heat catching fast, until they were wrapped up in each other and breathing turned into an afterthought.

When things started to tip over the edge, Andres tore open the front of her white lab coat. His voice went rough. "You mind if it's here?"

So many times they'd been interrupted or forced to stop—he was running out of patience.

Maeve, dizzy and dazed from the kissing, clawed her way back to her senses just as he tried to go further. She shoved a hand against his chest and stopped him.

"Not here."

Andres slid an arm under her and lifted her clean off the floor. "Okay. Then we're going home. Now."

Maeve's stomach chose that moment to growl loudly.

Andres blinked like he'd just come back to earth. "You're hungry?"

She nodded. "A little."

"What do you feel like?"

"Spicy hot pot."

He tapped her forehead with one finger. "Way too intense. I'm taking you somewhere else."

It turned out Andres hadn't shown up empty-handed—he'd actually brought her a housewarming gift.

Two antique stone lions, polished pale and smooth, more art than ornament, sat crated as a housewarming gift.

The stone was so pure and so large it was impossible not to imagine the price tag.

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