Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 680

Jasper popped a slice of orange into his mouth.

"Mm, so sweet."

He broke the remaining half off and offered it to Maeve.

"Here, Maeve, have a bite."

Maeve held up a hand, declining.

"Mr. Thorne handpicked the sweetest orange just for you. I wouldn't dare steal such a romantic gesture."

Jasper, frozen mid-chew: "..."

"Why did that suddenly sound incredibly intimate?"

Slade scowled, voicing his intense objection.

"My intention was to cave his skull in with it!"

Maeve let out a long, drawn-out "Ohhh."

"I had no idea citrus fruits were lethal weapons. Consider me educated, Mr. Thorne."

Snapping out of his shock over Maeve owning the gold mine, Andres finally sensed the bizarre tension in the room.

"Slade, are you absolutely positive you aren't into men?"

Slade shot him a murderous glare.

"I'm absolutely positive I want to snap your neck."

Andres flashed a profoundly smug smile.

"As my girl said, violence is for barbarians."

"I'm a civilized man. I don't lower myself to street brawls with thugs."

"I think I understand the gist of your sordid history with Jasper."

"There's no blood feud here. You just got your feelings hurt and your ego bruised, and now you want an apology."

Andres jerked his chin toward Jasper.

"I'm sure Jasper is reasonable enough to give you the closure you desperately need."

"Since we're all here, let's wrap this up tonight."

"There's no point in making a huge scene over a tiny little misunderstanding."

Slade's voice rose to a roar.

"A tiny little misunderstanding? Andres, it's easy to preach when it wasn't your pride getting slaughtered!"

Judging by the theatrics, Slade's kidnapping plot was purely a dramatic outlet for his bruised ego. Jasper's life was never in actual danger.

The air in the room was so thick with twisted sexual tension he could cut it with a knife.

He was an idiot for interfering in their toxic romance.

Maeve, however, had zero patience for the drama.

"Both of you, shut up and let's be practical."

"Jasper, Mr. Thorne tracked you all the way from Port Caspian to Aethelburg. He clearly came prepared."

"What's the play? Do you want to go with him, or should I book you a flight out of the country to lay low?"

Slade's voice cracked like a whip.

"Miss Vance, am I invisible to you?"

"I'm sitting right here. Who said he gets a choice?"

"Book him a flight? Do you honestly think I'd let him step foot on a plane?"

Andres shot Slade a dark look.

"You seem to be forgetting who runs this city. Whether he flies out or not is entirely my call."