Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 711

Silas grinned, looking handsome and eye-catching.

"How was I supposed to know we'd be wearing the same thing?"

"Besides, even if we are matching, why assume it's a couple's outfit? Can't we just be bros?"

He didn't expect Maeve's style to be exactly the same after all this time.

Maeve rolled her eyes at him.

"Only you could say something so stupid."

Silas didn't hold back.

"Who asked you to play with my feelings by dressing up as a guy back then?"

"Clearly a girl, but you insisted on pretending to be a boy."

He gave her a meaningful look.

"Back in the day, that face of yours charmed countless young women."

She had short hair then.

She was tall and loved wearing casual outfits, making her disguise as a boy so convincing it was hard to tell.

This was the first time Silas saw her with long hair.

It was a face that could cause empires to fall.

As a boy, she was devastatingly handsome.

As a girl, she possessed a rare, stunning beauty.

Maeve didn't want to argue about this nonsense.

She cut to the chase: "How did you know I was in Aethelburg?"

Silas coughed unnaturally.

"A friend told me."

She raised an eyebrow. "Which friend?"

"Can I refuse to answer that?" he asked.

She stuffed a piece of boiled lamb into her mouth.

"Even if you don't say it, I can guess. Naomi told you, didn't she? Only she would sell me out with zero guilt."

Silas held back a laugh.

"If Naomi heard you talking about her like that, she'd be furious."

"But don't blame her. You disappeared out of nowhere a year ago, and she came to Port Caspian looking for me."

"If the team plays consistently, our chances of taking the championship are over eighty percent."

"Right now, the only teams qualified to go head-to-head with Team MRX are Team Thunder and The Berserkers."

"Team Thunder plays it safe as always; they made it to the top eight on pure skill."

"But The Berserkers are a wildcard. I can't quite get a read on them."

"They were formed in the last year or two, composed of elite players poached from other teams with high salaries."

"As for their playstyle..."

Remembering their previous matches, he gave a fair assessment.

"Ruthless."

While listening to the gossip, Maeve didn't stop eating.

She cleared several plates of lamb.

She also downed a few cans of alcoholic drinks.

Silas was stunned.

"You're a girl, and you're so skinny. How can you eat more than me?"