Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 83

Her spot was tucked away—hardly anyone passed by.

Andres walked straight toward it, clearly heading for her.

"You—" Maeve barely got a word out before Andres grabbed her wrist. "I told you. When I was done, I'd come get you."

Maeve struggled. "I haven't even finished eating."

Andres didn't bother arguing. He simply pulled her along.

A few guests glanced over. Andres ignored them all.

As a top-tier VIP, Andres had a private suite on the ship.

It was spacious, fully equipped, and a table inside had been set with a lavish lunch.

Maeve laughed. "If you wanted to take me to lunch, you could've just said so."

She moved to sit down, but Andres tossed a bag at her. "Before you eat, change."

Maeve was gorgeous in a way that drew attention like a magnet. He didn't want more people staring at her, didn't want to admit the possessive edge rising in him.

Maeve opened the bag and found a black women's athleisure set.

"You're messing with me on purpose, aren't you?"

On a day like this, he brought her workout clothes?

Andres reached up and removed the diamond hair clip from her head. Her hair spilled down in a dark wave, the scent of it suddenly close, warm and intoxicating.

Maeve lifted a hand to snatch the clip back, but Andres flicked it aside first, then used his thumb to wipe the lipstick from her mouth.

Andres had always been a man who took what he wanted. "This style suits you better. If you won't change yourself, I can always help you change."

Truthfully, Maeve preferred loose clothes over tight dresses.

Andres had chosen well, an on-trend utility-style set that looked sharp and felt comfortable.

When she finally changed, some of the edge in Andres's expression eased.

"Why Declan?" he asked.

Maeve answered while adjusting her clothes. "He had an invitation."

Andres's eyes darkened. "I'm suddenly tempted to make your accusation come true."

Maeve leaned close and reminded him, voice sweet as poison. "Honey, domestic violence is illegal."

A shiver of heat slid through Andres's nerves, a sudden urge to close the distance and steal her words away.

"Maeve," he said quietly, "don't test me in public and expect me to play nice in private."

That woman only made him want to conquer her more.

A knock sounded at the door.

Maeve used the moment to slip free, smoothing her messy hair as she opened it, nearly colliding with Anya on the other side.

Seeing Maeve step out of Mr. Andres's suite, Anya's face turned blank with shock.

The scene inside was impossible to miss. Maeve's figure-hugging dress—the one that had drawn so many stares—lay shredded on the floor.

Maeve's hair was loose. Her outfit had been changed. Even her lipstick had been wiped away, rough enough to leave no doubt.