Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 367

It took Carson a moment to find his footing again.

He gave Andres a short nod—cool, distant, and technically polite.

"Just doing my job. I don't really deserve your thanks."

He kept a smile on his face, but inside, something bitter twisted.

Carson had assumed Maeve was the kind of woman who didn't play games, who wouldn't casually blur lines with just any man.

He hadn't expected her to choose someone like Andres.

Carson shot a look at Michael, and it clicked a beat too late.

Dragging him to this party hadn't been about "making friends."

Michael wanted him to see it with his own eyes—Maeve and Andres, together.

Faced with Carson's silent accusation, Michael let out an awkward little chuckle and played dumb.

Andres and Carson were both his brothers. The last thing he wanted was for the two men he cared about to become enemies over one woman.

Of course Andres heard the edge in Carson's words.

He smiled as if he didn't.

"We're friends. Calling me 'Mr. Andres' makes us sound like strangers."

"If you're Michael's friend, you're my friend too."

"And if you ever need help, say the word. The White family doesn't hesitate when it matters."

Maeve was too sensitive not to notice the tension—something sharp and sparking beneath the polite smiles.

Corbin, on the other hand, looked baffled.

"Wait—Michael, Carson… you knew Miss Vance already?"

He'd only been out of the country for a while, and somehow the entire social circle had rearranged itself.

Michael grinned, loud and easy. "Of course. Maeve's basically my lifesaver."

"She not only fixed an old injury of mine—she also indirectly helped me score a major win."

"Do you have no moral compass? You're even stealing somebody's wife?"

Andres fought a laugh.

"Maeve… are you always this slow when it comes to feelings?"

"Can't you tell? He likes you."

Maeve—

Carson liked her? Since when?

Without thinking, she glanced toward Carson.

And caught him already watching her—his gaze was steady and intense, as if he'd forgotten anyone else existed.

Thankfully, she and Andres had kept their voices low, so Carson couldn't hear what they were saying.

But the look in his eyes was complicated—softened by something unmistakably tender.