Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 717

Once Maeve was in the car, Andres reached out and gently pulled off her disposable mask.

Not only were her eyes red, but her cheeks were also unnaturally flushed.

He frowned slightly.

"Have you been drinking?"

She leaned back against the window, listless and silent.

When pressed, she just gave a noncommittal hum.

He pushed on. "Why was your phone off?"

"Dead battery."

"You and Silas?"

"Friends."

He remembered someone texting her when they had breakfast a few days ago.

Looking back, the person asking to meet was almost certainly Silas.

Maeve hated lying.

If she said they were friends, they were just friends.

Just like Quinn Hayes, who had made Andres insanely jealous before turning out to be one of her many buddies.

With her explanation, the heavy rock in his chest finally vanished.

"Today was The Shaw Group's anniversary gala. When you messaged me, I was caught up in a meeting and left my phone in the car."

She hummed again.

It was impossible to read her mood.

He expected her to demand an explanation, but after that single sound, she stopped talking.

She leaned against the window, eyes half-closed, looking like she was about to fall asleep.

He tried to keep her attention.

"Maeve, I didn't know today was your birthday."

"It doesn't matter."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No."

"That photo..."

She was starting to lose patience.

"Can you just let me have some quiet time?"

He heard the suppressed anger in her voice.

He had completely missed her birthday because of his own negligence.

He leaned in and whispered, "Making up for your birthday presents."

He had ordered his staff to go on a massive shopping spree.

Whatever girls liked—clothes, shoes, bags, jewelry, perfume, skincare—they were told to buy it all and not look at the price tags.

If it existed, they bought it.

He had given a strict deadline: all the gifts had to be in the house before they arrived.

She randomly opened one box. Inside lay a breathtakingly exquisite diamond necklace.

Because they had rushed, the price tag was still attached.

A limited-edition piece from a luxury brand, obscenely expensive.

She casually tossed it back into the box.

"I appreciate the thought. Thanks."

She didn't even bother looking at the rest of them.

He knew she didn't care much for material things.

Buying all this flashy stuff was just a desperate attempt to soothe his guilt.

"As long as it's not midnight, it's still your birthday."

"Maeve, let me cook dinner for you."