Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 79

Noticing Andres's hostile stare, Declan leaned closer and asked under his breath, "What's going on between you and Mr. Andres? Why is he looking at me like that?"

Maeve shot back, "When has he ever looked at you warmly?"

Declan's mouth curved, amused. "So you do know about our history."

"I'm not blind," Maeve said. "At The Imperial 1908, your vibe with him was… not friendly."

Declan's smile deepened. "You're observant."

"Flattery accepted."

Declan was exceptional—sharp, charismatic, the kind of man who drew attention without trying. With Maeve on his arm, though, the attention multiplied. Heads turned. Whispers followed. The two of them were a moving headline.

"Do you mind telling me," Declan asked, "what you are to Naomi?"

Tonight, Naomi Lowell should've been the woman on his arm.

But last night Naomi had called him—out of nowhere—and told him to bring one of her friends instead. Not a request. A command.

Naomi was jealous to the bone. She had never been generous like that. Handing her man over "for a friend" made no sense.

Declan was dying to know what kind of relationship could make Naomi do that.

Maeve gave him a sideways look. "She didn't tell you?"

"She said you're the most important friend in her life," Declan replied. "The kind she'd die for."

Maeve: "…"

Quinn had said almost the exact same thing once.

Why were Naomi and Quinn both so dramatic?

Maeve didn't go deeper. "I owe you for this. I'll pay it back."

Declan's smile turned unreadable. "Naomi will collect for you."

By then they'd reached Andres.

Declan offered a polite nod—courteous, but edged with arrogance. "Mr. Andres. Funny how often we run into each other. It's only been a few days."

Andres's gaze slid off Maeve—barely—and locked onto Declan.

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