Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 655

In the end, Andres paid the price for Declan's sins against Naomi. That night, a thoroughly drunk Maeve tormented him endlessly. It wasn't until one in the morning that the demanding little queen finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep.

The inevitable result of her binge was a brutal hangover. The next morning, she looked like a wreck.

Sporting a chaotic mess of bedhead, Maeve numbly accepted the hangover remedy Andres handed her. She had blacked out completely during her drinking session with Naomi, effectively launching most of the previous night's memories into outer space.

Noticing her sluggish movements and blank stare, Andres gently urged, "Drink it while it's hot."

"Drink what?"

"The hangover cure."

"Where is it?"

Andres felt like he had exhausted a lifetime's worth of patience on this woman. "It's in your hand."

Maeve finally realized she was gripping a glass full of liquid. She let out a soft "Oh," as if her brain was slowly booting up. Without questioning its effectiveness, she tilted her head back and downed the whole thing. Shoving the empty glass back into his hands, she flopped straight backward onto the mattress, looking every bit like a disgruntled, lazy cat.

Rarely getting to see her in such a dazed state, Andres couldn't resist the urge to tease her. He leaned over, planting his hands on either side of her pillow, closing the distance between them with intimate familiarity. "Maeve, you were so drunk last night. You made quite a few promises—you aren't going to back out of them today, are you?"

Ignoring her protests, Andres pulled her firmly into his arms and stole a wicked, fleeting kiss from her lips. "Now everything is perfectly balanced."

It was then that Maeve realized she had been thoroughly played. She was always the one doing the bullying. Who was crazy enough to bully her? Absolutely unacceptable.

The hangover cure must have kicked in. Her headache vanished, her vision cleared, and all she could think about was getting even. When it came to physical brawls, Maeve was never an easy target. With barely any effort, she flipped the script, straddling his waist and pinning him down. Grabbing his jaw, she planted a rough, savage kiss on him, making sure to leave plenty of her saliva on his face and shirt like a petty child.

And just like that, the spark caught fire again, and the two spent the rest of the beautiful morning tangled shamelessly in the sheets.