Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 475

A waiter wheeled in a cart with post-dinner desserts.

As the door opened, Maeve instinctively glanced toward the hallway.

A group of people was walking past.

Even with just a fleeting glance, she spotted a very familiar face among them.

Andres noticed her sudden shift in attention.

"What are you looking at?"

Maeve quickly pulled her gaze back and offered a dismissive smile.

"Nothing. Where were we?"

Andres didn't push the previous topic.

"You've had a long day. We can worry about all this annoying stuff later."

Once the waiter left, Andres pushed several exquisite pastries toward her.

"A good dessert doesn't just boost dopamine; it fixes a terrible mood."

"Maeve, you've been losing weight at an alarming rate. Is the psychological pressure getting to you?"

Even though she never complained about being stressed, Andres could feel the heavy burden she carried every single day.

Take her trial at Lab C—she had skipped lunch entirely just to achieve her goal.

If Simon hadn't let it slip, Andres knew she would have kept her mouth shut about it until the end of the world.

Maeve was already full.

But seeing the raw concern etched into Andres's eyes softened her.

Though she rarely ate sweets, she picked up a fork and took a slow bite of a matcha cake.

As expected, the hit of sugar worked its magic, instantly lifting her spirits.

Maeve wasn't one for small talk, but for once, she found herself opening up to him.

"People don't really know what they're capable of until their backs are against the wall."

Andres chuckled at her logic.

"You're already invincible. You don't need any more potential."

His Maeve was endlessly talented.

Then she added, "I'm going to step out for a bit. I'll be right back."

He desperately wanted to ask where she was going.

But with his phone buzzing relentlessly, he couldn't put it down and had to watch her walk out the door.

Remembering her terrifying combat skills, he quickly dismissed any worries about her safety.

Leaving Room 1908, Maeve followed the path the group had taken.

The Imperial was Aethelburg's most notorious money pit.

Every guest who walked through its doors was an elite figure with a powerful background.

It wasn't entirely surprising to run into that person here.

Turning down a long corridor, she heard a woman crying in the distance.

"Eliana, those men are psychos. I really can't handle it anymore. Please send someone else."

Maeve followed the sound.

In a secluded corner, she saw a waitress in an Imperial uniform sobbing to her supervisor.