Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 63

Maeve didn't indulge him for a second.

She climbed over him, pinned him in place even with the blanket between them, tipped his chin up with two fingers, and gave him a smile that promised trouble.

"Wow. My darling husband has two faces, huh? I've gotta say—I love dealing with men like you. You look all cold and untouchable on the outside, but inside you're filthy."

Maeve was sitting on him, and Andres still didn't move. If anything, he looked like he was waiting to see what she'd do next.

His voice came out rough. "What do you want?"

Maeve kept her fingers on his jaw and lowered herself slowly.

Andres thought she was about to kiss him.

Instead, like a misbehaving kid who knew exactly how to push limits, she bit his cheek—hard enough to leave a neat row of teeth marks.

No one had ever done that to Andres White in his life.

Maeve's voice went cool. "I have a bad temper. I don't take losses well. If someone makes me unhappy, I make them even unhappier."

Andres lay there and laughed to himself.

This Maeve… she was interesting.

The intercom suddenly crackled, and Remi's voice came through the speaker. "Mr. White—Miss Morales is here. She says it's important. She's waiting in the living room."

Miss Morales… Anya.

Andres glanced at Maeve, expecting at least a flicker of emotion.

Nothing.

So she really didn't care if he was tangled up with other women.

A wife this "well-behaved," this unbothered—how convenient.

Down in the White family living room, Anya slid a gift box across the table toward Remi.

It was a deal Anya couldn't lose.

Remi understood the rules of the world perfectly well.

"Well… since it's from you, Miss Morales, I'll accept. Thank you."

Remi wasn't above it. A gift like that was hard to resist—especially when it was free.

And with that exchange, Remi's attitude softened toward Anya.

Before Andres came downstairs, Remi offered up a few "helpful" warnings—little house rules.

"Mr. White keeps a strict routine. After ten at night, and before nine in the morning, we're not allowed to use the intercom."

"Sorry to keep you waiting. We couldn't help it. It's a house rule, and if anyone breaks it, they'll pay for it."

Anya blinked. "It's the twenty-first century. You still punish people like that?"