Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 38

Maeve leaned down and murmured against his ear, "Let's have a baby."

A baby?

Andres's mind went blank.

Maeve continued, voice low and matter-of-fact. "If having a kid is what breaks the Binding, why wouldn't we try?"

"Instead of being forced to sleep in the same bed, we might as well do something useful and solve the problem."

"And if you're worried a kid will mess up your future marriage plans, I'll take the baby and disappear. They'll grow up believing their father died young."

Andres's temper flared. "I'm not letting my child out in the world without my name."

Maeve nodded. "Fine. Honestly, I'm impatient and I've got a bad temper. I'd probably ruin a kid. So we'll do it your way—if there's a baby, you raise it."

She went back to his waistband. "Since we've reached an agreement, let's get started. Put in some effort. Ten months from now, we'll give each other our freedom back."

Andres grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "Are you done?"

Maeve froze. "You think I'm playing?"

"What else would you call this?"

Maeve looked down at him, eyes steady.

"I don't know what deal your father made with that old man, and I don't care to dig through old grudges and ancient rules."

"When something's broken, you fix it. That's how I live. If there's a shortcut, why wouldn't we take it?"

Andres looped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "You want to have my child that badly?"

Maeve shot back, "Afraid I'll use the kid to tie you down later?"

Andres's voice turned cold. "My blood isn't something just any woman gets to claim."

Maeve shoved him away and sat back. "If you're too precious to take the risk, then lie there and suffer through sharing a bed."

She balled up the tie she'd yanked off him and tossed it.

It hit the light switch perfectly.

The already dim room fell into complete darkness.

He wasn't a saint. He wasn't the kind of man who could hold a beautiful woman and feel nothing—especially not one with a face that could wreck entire cities.

Her skin was porcelain, flushed with the faintest pink, so pretty it made it hard to look away.

His fingers lifted, almost against his will, reaching for her cheek—

Maeve caught his hand midair.

Their eyes met at zero distance.

Andres asked quietly, "How long have you been awake?"

Maeve said, "Since you decided to 'sneak attack' me."

Andres gave a short, incredulous laugh. "What would I gain from sneaking up on you?"

Maeve answered, dead serious, "Maybe if I die, the Binding breaks on its own."

Andres stared at her. "Master Moreno said once fate is bound, you rise together and you fall together."

Maeve's gaze didn't waver. "Let's hope you treat that like scripture."